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QUINZE + [Voice/Action]
Jul. 28th, 2014 09:40 pm[Voice - Locked from Gai]
What do you do when you feel nervous about something you really know you shouldn't be nervous about? How do you... convince yourself that there's nothing to be worried over?
...Life changes, all the time. We all have stages in our lives, and some pass quicker than others. Mine... well, my stages of life seem to have all been compressed into two years. But, honestly, like everyone else here I don't know when I might be pulled away. I don't know what's waiting for me on the other side either, so it makes sense to do everything I want to while I still have a chance.
But what 'makes sense' isn't getting through my thick skull. If it was, I wouldn't be talking at everyone.
[Action]
[After her post to the network, Elizabeth rearranges wedding things one more time, then goes to the grocery. She walks back through the village with nothing but a carton of caramel-swirl chocolate ice cream (with graham cracker bits).]
[Later that night, she sits on her kitchen floor and eats it in the dark. Just her, the carton, and a spoon.]
What do you do when you feel nervous about something you really know you shouldn't be nervous about? How do you... convince yourself that there's nothing to be worried over?
...Life changes, all the time. We all have stages in our lives, and some pass quicker than others. Mine... well, my stages of life seem to have all been compressed into two years. But, honestly, like everyone else here I don't know when I might be pulled away. I don't know what's waiting for me on the other side either, so it makes sense to do everything I want to while I still have a chance.
But what 'makes sense' isn't getting through my thick skull. If it was, I wouldn't be talking at everyone.
[Action]
[After her post to the network, Elizabeth rearranges wedding things one more time, then goes to the grocery. She walks back through the village with nothing but a carton of caramel-swirl chocolate ice cream (with graham cracker bits).]
[Later that night, she sits on her kitchen floor and eats it in the dark. Just her, the carton, and a spoon.]
