nine. audio & spam. i've walked around broken.

[indispensible]

spam } barge, day 1

[Vin wonders if Alpha is gone as a judgment on her. Maybe. She deserves to be judged. She knows this, because she feels as though a part of her heart has been carved out and left on the other side of the door.]

[Nathan is gone. She goes through her days avoiding the people she has harmed, her eyes glued to some imaginary horizon. There are no horizons here. No sun. Hardly any air to speak of.]

[Everything is dying. It reminds her of home. Except for the stars, which she stares at for too long on the deck, until they leave bright spots on her vision.]

public } voice, day 1

[She sounds contemplative, if a little flat. She isn't sure what she wants out of this; then again, she isn't sure what she wants out of anything, right now.

Wouldn't it be easier if we let the ship die?

It would be better. None of you would have to fight anymore. You can't possibly want to anymore.

private } marsh

Is it . . . very bad? Today?

[By it, she means everything. The weight of existence in this place, at this time.]

spam } port, remainder

[It's tempting to trail after people like Ned. But she doesn't. Breathing free air - free-ish, free enough - inspires her in a way she didn't think she could be inspired anymore, and she strikes off on her own into the settlement. Does not think she's pursued; doesn't listen too carefully. There's a large part of her that still doesn't care.]

[But she listens to the people around her talk of invasion, of medicines she doesn't understand, of technology she can't comprehend - and of weapons.]

[On the second day, she trades several hours of menial labor for a weapon, a small, short-bladed knife. Metal - not what she wanted, but the best she can get. And after she puts it in her back pocket, she walks around differently. With a touch of purpose, instantly noticeable, along with the unsteady and distant half-smile flitting across her lips.]

[Maybe she wants revenge, for the people she's hurt and for Nathan, too. Maybe she is simply pleased to finally be moving.]


( ooc; vin is affected for the desperate to deliver plot! )

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[Spam : Day One]

[indispensible]

I already stopped once.

[Even if she continued moving on the outside, she knows she was truly dead on the inside. Soul-dead. But someone managed to find a spark in her and bring her back to life. Now she moves, slow but certain, one foot in front of the other, until the day when she really knows where she's going.]

I don't ever want to do it again.

You seem to be an expert on starting up again. So I'll trust you.

[Spam : Day One]

[surfaceshine]

Then don't.

[Dean shrugs, and it's not dismissal, not even when it sounds so simple. He knows it's not, and yet how can it be more complicated? One foot in front of the other, there are a hundred and one ways to continue, and only one way to stop. People complicate it but that's the bottom line. That's the big secret.

Dean chuckles. He's never been an expert at anything before. Nothing good, anyway, nothing to do with people instead of hunting. It makes something in his chest feel a little loose and a little desperate, but he doesn't argue. If she needs to trust him, he'll just have to deal with it.]

I'll take it, for now.

As long as I'm here, you need something from me, I'll do my best to give it. Trust that, if you have to. That much I can promise.