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arsenicmauls) wrote2013-06-17 07:25 am
arsenicmauls) wrote2013-06-17 07:25 am
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Room 229, Monday Morning
Gert had heard a lot about her future lately, and the more she heard about it, however much each new tidbit seemed to contradict the old, the less excited she was to get there.
Victor's warning a few weeks ago had been one thing: as much as it obviously sucked, she could at least envision how that version of herself had gotten there and try to circumvent it herself by being more careful. But these past few days, being the leader of the Avengers? That had nothing to do with who Gert was now. And as comfortable in her new role as future-her had felt, Gert wasn't comfortable with the idea that that might be where she ended up.
She dragged her stuff from the bouncy castles back into the dorms and up the stairs, then flopped on her bed in a fairly dramatic gesture. Into her pillow, she mumbled a decisive, "Ugh."
[[door cracked, post open with workday SP!]]
Victor's warning a few weeks ago had been one thing: as much as it obviously sucked, she could at least envision how that version of herself had gotten there and try to circumvent it herself by being more careful. But these past few days, being the leader of the Avengers? That had nothing to do with who Gert was now. And as comfortable in her new role as future-her had felt, Gert wasn't comfortable with the idea that that might be where she ended up.
She dragged her stuff from the bouncy castles back into the dorms and up the stairs, then flopped on her bed in a fairly dramatic gesture. Into her pillow, she mumbled a decisive, "Ugh."
[[door cracked, post open with workday SP!]]