kore_logs | The longer it takes the more it goes to waste

Who: Anna Milton and OPEN
What: Anna needs a little time to come to terms with that's happened.
Where: Town centre, by the fountain
When: Evening, day 15
Warnings: Is an irritated & confused angel warning-worthy? No? Probably none. Maybe language.

This is too much. It's quiet here, peaceful even and that almost makes things even worse because Anna can't remember how to handle quiet and peaceful. She's got no idea where she's actually headed when she starts to walk but it doesn't matter, all it needs to be is away and she's happy. It's not an ideal direction - she can distinctly see buildings and she really doesn't want to run into anyone just yet, but it seems just as quiet and peaceful as everywhere else she's seen so far. It's almost enough to make her sick.

She doesn't stop until she sees a fountain, and even as she reaches it she's not sure if she wants to stop for a moment. She stands staring at the running water, with clenched fists and a stony expression, but eventually she starts to relax. The tension slowly dissipates, and eventually she sits down at the edge. Anna's eyes don't move from the statue for anything, and if this is another form of torture then she's not sure what the intent is with all of this. It's never this subtle, never such a disguised attempt and never such a prolonged crescendo. It's almost harder to believe that she's actually out though, because nothing just escapes from prisons like that.

If she's been brought here, it's either for a purpose she wants no part of or it's by something far more powerful than the beings Upstairs. Neither scenarios are ideal, and neither are ones she wants to be a part of. Still, it's a bit late for that now. With a quiet sigh, her gaze drops to survey the floor instead. At least the scenery is pretty.

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"A name doesn't need to tell you anything about a person." She raises an eyebrow at him, turning to fully face him with a rather unimpressed look. It's an odd thing to be bothered by, but for eons her name demanded respect, and now it's being questioned by a stranger in a town she's just appeared in. With a quick clear of her throat and a small frown that she quickly replaces with a more neutral expression, she continues on. "A better way of getting to know someone is usually talking to them, you know. There's not much in a name."

"That's bullshit, there's loads in a name." A shrug. "Not in a name like Anna, but hey. You obviously don't get it. So. Forgivable. Look, we'll pick a new one." He drops down next to her, hands folding in his lap to mimic her. "What should it say? Talking's fer suckers, let's get a review at a glance. What shouldjer name say?"

"Pick a new one?" She frowns at him for a moment, but after a brief pause just shrugs and raises her eyebrows. Sure, she'll play along. It's an interesting enough topic, and winning even more bonus points it means that she doesn't actually have to dwell too much on the actual issue at hand. Picking a new name is much more appealing than any of that, and he's easily talking enough for the both of them. "Alright, why not. What's it supposed to say? You're the expert, help me out a bit. Should it tell you who I am, who I want to be, what I was? None of the above?"

Ah, the expert! He preens. “All of the above, if you can hack it. Lotsa people can’t though, don’t feel to shabby. So you wanna think what’s important, right? To you. Past, present, future? Me, I’m right now, so I got a name for right now. So what about you? What’s it for you?”

"Not the past."

The answer comes quickly, far too quickly for her liking and she actually looks a little embarrassed as she continues, tucking her hair out of her face as she thinks a minute before she responds. "The future. I've spent almost my whole life running from...someone. I've never taken the time to think about anything ahead of me. I want to start."

There's another short pause, and then a lot of confusion as she adds, "Sorry, offloading my life story on you. I don't know why I'm even telling you this."

"Stressful situation." He shrugs, smirking. "Gotta have an outlet, right? You can plug into me, I'm a fuckin powerhouse. Who you runnin from?"

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you," He's gotten her laughing though, and Anna responds with a small jerk of her shoulders too, looking down at her hands. "You could call them my bosses, I suppose. Or family, whatever suits. Either way, they found me. If it hadn't been for this place, I'd still be stuck a captive."

"Still a captive." He points out, then after a beat: "Not to be downer or anything. Captive with company! Great company too, I dunno where your fam woulda putcha, but I think we can agree the scenery and welcoming committe here are top notch."

"The welcoming committee here are much nicer." She smiles, somewhat less polite obligation and a lot more genuinely friendly than her earlier efforts. "I think I might be the only one here who's actually not that upset at ending up here. I'd take this over where I was any day."

"Pfft! Well if that don't tell all! Say what, how d'you like 'Jailbird'? Just a temporary, right? Till the gospel name hits you."

"Jailbird?" Anna shakes her head, chuckling quietly under her breath at that. "Hey, why not? I suppose it fits after all."

"For now." He reminds, rising. "But look--you oughta find a cell to perch at. Night gets dicey out here. Big animals--the real kind, not people with cute nicknames."

"Big animals aren't too much of a threat to me." The comment is more to herself, under her breath as she rises with him. "I think I'll risk it with the dicey nights. If it gets too tough to hack I can always make a break for it."

"Not a threat?" Below-breath or not, he's listening, man! "What are you, some crazy hunter?

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