http://hearturrushrod.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] hearturrushrod.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] srwug_alpha_rp2012-01-08 02:58 am
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On the top floor of the observation deck, under the glass ceiling, Adette lays on the floor and looks up. Wrapped in her big red coat, and fur hat, pillowed on her quilt and warmed only by the Vodka she was sipping. Her eyes transfixed on the snow as it fell from the endless grey heavens,  and painted everything white. Despite the shielding of the observation deck, the cold outside was so intense it could not be kept out entirely. The floor was very cold, and the air was crisp and frigid.
But Adette just seems happy as a clam, or rather, as happy as a Siberian girl in a snow storm. She hummed old songs to herself, and sometimes broke into old forgotten songs while she drinks alone.
Though shes gone out of her way to be as far away from everyone else, she's in a lovely and nostalgic mood.
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[identity profile] faux-kiken.livejournal.com 2012-01-11 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Nah, more for you. To be honest, I've never done much drinking."

"But I like your spirit."

[identity profile] hearturrushrod.livejournal.com 2012-01-11 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
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"Like my spirit'? Are you serious? How old are you, like a hundred!" Adette laughed aloud, simply drunkenly amused by this.

[identity profile] faux-kiken.livejournal.com 2012-01-12 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
"I guess the man who raised me was old fashioned." She laughed with her.

[identity profile] hearturrushrod.livejournal.com 2012-01-12 09:46 am (UTC)(link)
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"Old fashion?" Adette wasn't even really sure what that meant. The tiny lives that where lead in the domepoli, seemed like such a sham now....

Her eyes went to the snow outside the observation dome. She could watch the flakes pass by all day. The beautiful, and subtle way a snow storm was so much like people. Each of us unique, but together we just make a soggy mess...
Now she giggled out loud a little bit and sipped her drink.

[identity profile] faux-kiken.livejournal.com 2012-01-12 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
... She stared up at it too, now. A sense of palpable nostalgia (and bits of bitterness) trickled from her, like a sepia tan splattered with stains of black. "... you want to go up top?"

[identity profile] hearturrushrod.livejournal.com 2012-01-13 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
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"Can I? I mean... I didn't know there was an 'up top' but I'd love to go out, just for a minute." She thought fondly of frostbite, and cold toes, and the warm fires, and cuddling that always followed them. Her joy glowed from her face, and though her mind danced on memories long forgotten, she found only fondness for the life left behind.

[identity profile] faux-kiken.livejournal.com 2012-01-13 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course you can. Repair crew has to be able to fix this thing, right?"
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