Sabine Wren (
seriesofbaddecisions) wrote2021-02-10 05:42 am
Room 210- Wednesday morning
As someone who kept a lot of stuff nice and repressed hidden, today was kind of Sabine's nightmare. In a way it was worse than truth say, because at least then the people around her either made themselves scarce or respected her boundaries enough not to take advantage. Today just meant she'd be minding her own business and suddenly have a crate marked "mommy issues" or whatever on it and she did not need that.
At a certain point she just began piling them up, the words on them carefully hidden facing her, and she set the tarps down before getting on the floor and painting the bags. At first she just used random colors and patterns, but after a while it seemed to be more like she was decorating them how they made her feel, which was a nice kind of catharsis if you were the kind of person to admit to that sort of thing.
[Been waiting for this since I wrote up my app tbh. Open!]
At a certain point she just began piling them up, the words on them carefully hidden facing her, and she set the tarps down before getting on the floor and painting the bags. At first she just used random colors and patterns, but after a while it seemed to be more like she was decorating them how they made her feel, which was a nice kind of catharsis if you were the kind of person to admit to that sort of thing.
[Been waiting for this since I wrote up my app tbh. Open!]

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"But I don't think there's enough paint in the world."
She and Sabine were definitely on the same page for how to manage this, though.
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But she was all of a sudden feeling overwhelmed by all of this, plopping down on her bed and staring at the crate for a long moment before sighing and falling back, right onto a backpack conveniently marked 'emotional paralysis'.
The 'depression' suitcases should be arriving any minute, then...
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With that comment, Astrid sighed and pushed herself up again, glancing with exhaustion toward things like GUILT and REVENGE, reached for one that simply said MAE, and settled on the floor with her back against her MOTHER ISSUES crate.
She'd grabbed black paint, popped it open, smeared it over the word.
"I guess they're not going to paint over themselves, either," she said.
She wondered if doing this would only make them come back bigger and more obviously throughout the day, though.
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And that was not a thing Sabine was letting happen! At least not without leaving the island for the day.
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Much better.
Even if now she was in full view of the CLAIRE suitcase she'd tried to just shove under the bed, but it wouldn't fit. It was long and big like an instrument case.
Like a coffin.
And she knew she and Sabine could have probably been there silently painting over their own issues all day if they needed to, but she felt a little uncomfortable about it, wondering if she should just leave her baggage behind and let Sabine have her own peace, though, really, it would probably just follow Astrid anyway...
"Why do you think it does stuff like this, anyway?" she ventured, instead, as if trying to make it seem reasonable would help.
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The way, of course, was to annoy her enough in a lightsaber fight until she basically lost it and talked.