Eleanor Lamb (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
notyourutopian) wrote2013-10-17 02:57 pm
notyourutopian) wrote2013-10-17 02:57 pm
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Third Injection - [video - action]
[Eleanor is curled up on her couch when she opens her book. She looks distant for a moment, as if she isn't precisely sure how she wants to say what she needs to say, and then she draws in a breath and shrugs.]
For anyone that knew her, Brigid Tenenbaum is gone. I've been in and out a lot lately so I'm not certain when she vanished but she has.
I'm sorry.
[There's a pause. Eleanor really has no idea how she felt about Tenenbaum, the woman was her tormenter and yet also someone who cared about her deeply, it created...conflicts. But she wasn't going to go into all of that. So, a change of subject.]
I've started school recently. Well, I suppose everyone has who's going. I've never gone before, I always wanted to but I was never allowed. Not counting that strange town we were in all, anyway.
It's...different from what I imagined, somehow. I mean, it's interesting, just...it's hard to explain. Mother always described school as something terrible, honestly. A place where parents who didn't care about their children sent them away to be indoctrinated. She taught me at home, said that she needed to 'control what I absorbed.'
[A faint smirk.]
It hardly worked at all. I think I prefer this way. [A pause, and the smirk fades into a real smile, possibly the first she's ever managed through the books.] Even the homework.
But I've been thinking...my childhood was hardly a normal one, and even for other children in Rapture, nothing was...what someone in a normal city would have experienced. I don't really know much about how school is 'supposed' to be.
What was school like where all of you came from?
[Action]
[Speaking of which, Eleanor could be found at school throughout the early part of the day, though she's a fairly quiet student who tends to hang around in the background of groups as much as possible. It might change later on, but she's still convinced people are going to realize she's a monster and start freaking out. So low-key is important to her. The only class she really actively participates in is art, though everything she works on has a somewhat dark tilt that would probably make a psychologist worry.]
[Afterwards she can be found going for a walk around the edge of the village, then to some of the stores to get things for the apartment now that Doctor Tenenbaum is gone, and a bit of browsing in the clothing store searching for more skirts. A trip by the battledome mostly results in her poking absently at the control panel for a while before leaving with no better idea of how it worked than when she arrives.]
[And in the early evening she can be found on a bench in the center of town, the ball-shaped helmet from her diving suit turned upside down in her lap. There's a pile of bits and bobs from various machines scattered on a white piece of fabric next to her, and she's humming softly to herself as she tinkers with the radio and light inside the helmet, trying to get it to work properly again.]
For anyone that knew her, Brigid Tenenbaum is gone. I've been in and out a lot lately so I'm not certain when she vanished but she has.
I'm sorry.
[There's a pause. Eleanor really has no idea how she felt about Tenenbaum, the woman was her tormenter and yet also someone who cared about her deeply, it created...conflicts. But she wasn't going to go into all of that. So, a change of subject.]
I've started school recently. Well, I suppose everyone has who's going. I've never gone before, I always wanted to but I was never allowed. Not counting that strange town we were in all, anyway.
It's...different from what I imagined, somehow. I mean, it's interesting, just...it's hard to explain. Mother always described school as something terrible, honestly. A place where parents who didn't care about their children sent them away to be indoctrinated. She taught me at home, said that she needed to 'control what I absorbed.'
[A faint smirk.]
It hardly worked at all. I think I prefer this way. [A pause, and the smirk fades into a real smile, possibly the first she's ever managed through the books.] Even the homework.
But I've been thinking...my childhood was hardly a normal one, and even for other children in Rapture, nothing was...what someone in a normal city would have experienced. I don't really know much about how school is 'supposed' to be.
What was school like where all of you came from?
[Action]
[Speaking of which, Eleanor could be found at school throughout the early part of the day, though she's a fairly quiet student who tends to hang around in the background of groups as much as possible. It might change later on, but she's still convinced people are going to realize she's a monster and start freaking out. So low-key is important to her. The only class she really actively participates in is art, though everything she works on has a somewhat dark tilt that would probably make a psychologist worry.]
[Afterwards she can be found going for a walk around the edge of the village, then to some of the stores to get things for the apartment now that Doctor Tenenbaum is gone, and a bit of browsing in the clothing store searching for more skirts. A trip by the battledome mostly results in her poking absently at the control panel for a while before leaving with no better idea of how it worked than when she arrives.]
[And in the early evening she can be found on a bench in the center of town, the ball-shaped helmet from her diving suit turned upside down in her lap. There's a pile of bits and bobs from various machines scattered on a white piece of fabric next to her, and she's humming softly to herself as she tinkers with the radio and light inside the helmet, trying to get it to work properly again.]
[action]
[The sorts of things she'd normally gather on her hunt. Squirrels she would have killed and not have to sacrifice to the overgrown sabertooth moose lion in a bribe to get him to hunt on his own. Damned creature. She hadn't even made it to any of her normal root or tuber scavenging grounds thanks to him.]
I have some at home but not enough.
[And she wanted to keep her stockpile. Just in case there was ever a food shortage here again. She'd never let Prim face another Hollow Day. Never.]
[action]
In Rapture, after the war, we didn't get fresh anything. All these fruits and vegetables and meat...I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing it.
[She picks out some broccoli and holds it up as if to ask 'will this do?']
[action]
It's been over a year now. She'll never get used to it, either.]
Hopefully, you'll never have to experience otherwise.
[action]
[And then a breath, and a bit of a smile.]
So what am I looking for here?
[action]
Whatever you'd like.
[action]
[Eventually she holds out some broccoli and a squash.]
[action]
That looks good.
Re: [action]
Wonderful. Uhm. What else can I do?
[action]
She says nothing of it. Instead, Katniss takes the broccoli and squash and puts them in her bag]
Come over at five? I can teach you how to cook this with some meat.
[action]
I will. Ah....thank you for this.
[action]
[It's dangerous, she knows. Letting people in like this. Maybe if she teaches the girl what she needs to know to make a simple meal, she won't have to see her again. There will be no chance for a friendship to develop. Katniss won't have to ever worry about losing someone else.]
I live in House 43.
[action] Do you want to play out this cooking lesson?
<small.[And she hurries off before she can do something foolish.]</small>
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