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Anya Lehnsherr | Earth 97400 ([personal profile] fridgetothefire) wrote2013-08-09 10:06 am

021 ☣ Open floodspam + stuff for Erik

[She wakes up early, even though there's no sunrise coming through her window, no harsh, glittering mountain vista, and no chickens to feed for the last two years. She spends a few minutes - three, maybe - excitedly exploring her room, treasuring the weird feeling of belonging and safety and freedom it gives her. But that doesn't last long, so she pushes out the painted door and immediately goes next door.

He's not her father, but he is, and it's weird. But she knows how she feels, and she trusts herself, trusts her instincts. She knocks on the door, excited pounding with all the strength in her little fist.]

Daaaaaaddy! Daddy wake up!


Hallways

[Anya is six, though she looks closer to five to anyone used to children raised on modern nutrition. Her hair is in little pigtail braids, a little less neatly pleated on one side, because she did them herself and she's not ambidextrous. She wears skirts with the hems let out, and stockings, and a blouse whose sleeves don't quite cover the ridged, shiny burn scars that skate up the outside edges of her arms like defensive wounds.

She roams the halls looking for her friends - because she has friends now, she's sure of it, a steady warmth in her chest even if she can't remember the details, eager to investigate everyone she comes across in case they make the little compass needle resting there twitch. She runs in short bursts, short braids trailing behind her, then pauses to bend over and gasp for a minute, still not used to the new limits on her lungs, or simply living in hope that if she pushes them enough, they'll eventually give.]

Wait up!


Library

[She flits around, stares at the shark in fascination for ten minutes at a stretch. She climbs one of the wheeled ladders and tries surreptitiously to ride it, almost - but not quite - falling off. She trails through the shelves, staring in glee at the bewildering array, even more impressive than the one in the fortress. She might end up falling asleep over a very large illustrated compendium of Oz, dwarfed by the large armchair she's nestled in.]


Deck

[She's sitting on the railing, ankles tucked around the lower bar, perfectly steady in her perch, head tipped back, staring at the stars as they go by. It's strange and beautiful and endless. She loves it.]


Common room

[The plastic knitting needles are almost as long as her forearms, and her lip is trembling a little. The hat she had half-started is a bit beyond her current capabilities, and the more she tries to fix what she's done, the more it becomes snarled. She can do it, though. She's not going to cry.]

[OOC: replies will come from [personal profile] flatscamp.]
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[personal profile] concuss 2013-08-11 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
Okay. You can see the stars up there, you know.

[Edging into know-it-all territory here, Alex you are not an expert. Up them stairs!!]
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[personal profile] flatscamp 2013-08-11 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Is it all weird like it was out my window?

[So fascinated. You know the things. You are the rockstar Alex, it is you.]
Edited 2013-08-11 03:57 (UTC)
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[personal profile] concuss 2013-08-11 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, probably. It's pretty weird. But it's neat, too. It's almost like too many stars.
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[personal profile] flatscamp 2013-08-11 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
I like stars! That sounds awesome.
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[personal profile] concuss 2013-08-11 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
It's great. I don't know any constellations, but I made some up.
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[personal profile] flatscamp 2013-08-11 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't recognize any of the ones in my window at all. Will you tell me about yours?
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[personal profile] concuss 2013-08-11 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
I made one up that's a tree with a hawk in it.

[Oh, hey, here's the deck now. He points up, kind of waving his arms around.]

See?
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[personal profile] flatscamp 2013-08-11 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
Whoa.

[She wanders out, staring up.]

That's a lot. They look so - close. Or something.
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[personal profile] concuss 2013-08-11 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
I told you there were a lot!

I think we're flying through them.
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[personal profile] flatscamp 2013-08-11 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
Like to Mars?
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[personal profile] concuss 2013-08-14 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Or farther, maybe. I don't know.

. . . Probably not Jupiter.
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[personal profile] flatscamp 2013-08-14 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe pluto?