A[D]VERSARY - closed, julian Jun 18, 2020 13:04:42 GMT -5
Post by NELL STARK on Jun 18, 2020 13:04:42 GMT -5
ansen valley is easily one of her favorite places in anrui. the fast-paced nature of the city means she rarely gets bored here, and the people are so impersonal, they pass right by without even glancing at her. she can meld right into the woodwork here, avoiding notice from plasma while keeping herself busy. that, and it's a good place to go if she needs repairs on her arm, which happens more than she'd like to admit thanks to the strain she puts on it in her daily life.
today, though, things are normal. painfully mundane. she's wearing a shirt her younger brother bought her as a joke, one she'll never admit she actually finds funny, and she's waiting in line at a local pharmacy. once it's her turn, she steps up and gives her name, then hangs back as the pharmacist goes to find her prescription. once upon a time, filling this order gave her waves of anxiety that rolled about in her stomach, but in the years since she started HRT she's since learned to handle the fear. as far as she's concerned, the most dangerous person in this building is her. that's the thought that's given her comfort for years now, and she doesn't realize it's warped her perspective somewhat, teaching her to treat all others as potentially dangerous.
well, here in anrui, that might actually be a good thing.
as the pharmacist searches, nell waits patiently. somebody steps up in line behind her, and out of curiosity, she turns to catch a glimpse of the newcomer. at first, her eyes skate over his features. it's nobody interesting, she tells herself. then her gaze catches on his shirt, and she fully turns around, unable to stifle the groan that escapes her lips, the roll of her eyes as she reads the text.
"you have got to be fucking kidding me," nell mutters.
they're wearing the same fucking shirt. what are the odds?