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caughtinanetwork2013-04-02 12:09 am
relinquishing) wrote in caughtinanetwork2013-04-02 12:09 am
[action/anon text] - Struggles - 020 [Backdated to afternoon of 4/2]
Gnomeday, Gnome Redecan 02, ND 2018
[The first thing Guy noticed upon waking up was how unbelievably sore he was.
The second? The barrier on Zelda's bed was gone. He could easily tell - he'd sprawled out a bit as he started to wake up, mixed up in the covers and the remains of the uniform he had last remembered wearing. He hummed wearily, giving a confused and clouded glance around the room as he propped himself to his elbows.
Had he fallen into a coma again? Guy grimaces, rubbing a crick in the back of his neck. He'd left Zelda here alone like this again, of all times? Damn it. How long had he been out?
Worrying wasn't going to help matters, though. He heaves himself out of bed, stretching his arms above him, straightening his back, and adjusting his clothes enough so that he could wander the house without being too embarrassed coming across another housemate (if they were awake by now.) He pads across the floor with bare feet, descending the staircase about halfway before finally bother to call out.]
"...Zelda? Hey, are you around...?"
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[It's only after he' had a good share of time to talk to Zelda and get his bearings that Guy finally picks up his SFC, opting to keep himself anonymous this time around. There was too much that had happened while he was gone. It would just be nice to get a general sense of the city, if anything else.]
Breaking the ice around strangers is pretty hard, isn't it? I know we all have to do it all the time around here, with everyone coming and going. But it doesn't make it any easier.
Some people take to it easier than others, though. And I'm sure some of you have learned ways to interact with a new person just by being in this crazy place.
So tell me, Vatheon. How would you treat a stranger?
[The first thing Guy noticed upon waking up was how unbelievably sore he was.
The second? The barrier on Zelda's bed was gone. He could easily tell - he'd sprawled out a bit as he started to wake up, mixed up in the covers and the remains of the uniform he had last remembered wearing. He hummed wearily, giving a confused and clouded glance around the room as he propped himself to his elbows.
Had he fallen into a coma again? Guy grimaces, rubbing a crick in the back of his neck. He'd left Zelda here alone like this again, of all times? Damn it. How long had he been out?
Worrying wasn't going to help matters, though. He heaves himself out of bed, stretching his arms above him, straightening his back, and adjusting his clothes enough so that he could wander the house without being too embarrassed coming across another housemate (if they were awake by now.) He pads across the floor with bare feet, descending the staircase about halfway before finally bother to call out.]
"...Zelda? Hey, are you around...?"
----
[It's only after he' had a good share of time to talk to Zelda and get his bearings that Guy finally picks up his SFC, opting to keep himself anonymous this time around. There was too much that had happened while he was gone. It would just be nice to get a general sense of the city, if anything else.]
Breaking the ice around strangers is pretty hard, isn't it? I know we all have to do it all the time around here, with everyone coming and going. But it doesn't make it any easier.
Some people take to it easier than others, though. And I'm sure some of you have learned ways to interact with a new person just by being in this crazy place.
So tell me, Vatheon. How would you treat a stranger?
[ anon text ]
You've been through it, though. And yet you say these things so easily.
How?
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*Cause sorry, but Selphie totally doesn't do 'feeling fine' or 'alright'*
[ anon text ]
Lonely.
Sad.
Even just "not okay".
It's not a crime to have emotions, just as long as you don't let them chain you down.
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When that happens to you, you come tell me that you're only just 'not okay'.
[ anon text ]
And I won't. I can tell you that you can't some it up with just being "not okay".
I'm angry. Sometimes I'm afraid.
But I know I don't have to choose between just being happy all the time or being crazy. There's more than just the black and white.
[Even if forcing happiness was the easiest way to cover up everything else... it wasn't the only way.]
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Well, maybe for some people there is. But hey, I'm all good here. I got myself new friends, spent more time with people I barely new. It's all good.
[ anon text ]
If it's what keeps you going, I guess.
Just don't burn yourself out trying to be happy all the time. It's okay not to be.
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[ anon text ]
[But let him worry for you, Selphie. He's seen you down in the dark places before. That's not a very happy person.]
[text ]
*Okay. But worry silently and secretly from a distance so she never knows - that way is always safer, right?*