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Post by Ans on Aug 22, 2006 8:17:29 GMT
"Who hurted you so?" I ask immediately.
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Post by Daz on Aug 22, 2006 22:28:06 GMT
Im just sitting around, minding my own business  |
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Post by Nikki on Aug 23, 2006 0:56:18 GMT
I held my breath, feeling the tears well up again, trying to hold them back because I knew Jack wouldn't like it. "A man I was engaged to. I don't even remember his name." But I did remember it, too well.
And I found that I actually liked answering Jack's questions. It didn't feel like a drill. . .it felt like someone being concerned about my well-being. But I still didn't trust him. . .I never thought there would be a way around that.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 23, 2006 7:18:44 GMT
I look at her curiously, tilting my head to the side a little as I circulate that thought in my mind. She's been here for quite a while if I have to believe her, and she doesn't look much older than 20. Maybe 22, tops, as I estimate. That means she was practically a child when her 'fiancee' made her run off like this.
Strangely enough, I'm impressed. Not many women her age would dare to take such a decision for themselves (even a queer one as this), no matter *what* their plotted out husbands do to 'em. It is, godforbid, 'unproper'. To see that this one girl chose her own lifepath fascinates me. It makes me realize that there's probably more to this lass than just a pretty face.
Though her decision to maroon herself.. ah, I can't quite grasp that.
"Why here?" I therefore ask her. Some crewmembers have returned updecks to get supplies or tools, and since we're in the way I take her by the arm and lead her back to the railing. As I do I contine asking; "If you were running, why run here? Why not somewhere where you could start a new life, instead of getting no life at all?"
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Post by Daz on Aug 23, 2006 20:17:46 GMT
I find myself listening in on there convosation..
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Post by kitara on Aug 23, 2006 21:01:53 GMT
I notice that someone is listening in on their conversation, and I decide to join.
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Post by Nikki on Aug 23, 2006 21:09:22 GMT
"I didn't want to be around people any longer." My voice is down to barely a whisper by now. "They embarrassed me. Every time I saw another human being it reminded me of him."
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Post by Jacky on Aug 25, 2006 1:07:17 GMT
"Tha' sounds to me as if you let him get to you more than he prolly deserved." I point out.
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Post by Nikki on Aug 25, 2006 11:17:01 GMT
I look around at everyone listening and decide to continue anyway. "Thomas was the kind of person that didn't care if it was deserved of him or not. He took it anyway."
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Post by Daz on Aug 25, 2006 12:09:25 GMT
I roll my eyes and look at the other person that has joint me in eaves-dropping(sp?).
"She seems proper weird to me." I shrug in judgement
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