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notyourutopian) wrote2014-04-03 02:21 pm
notyourutopian) wrote2014-04-03 02:21 pm
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[Action throughout the day and Open!] Playing in the rain.
Of all the things Eleanor had discovered in Luceti that had been impossible in Rapture, the rain was probably her favorite one. It had taken her some time to adjust to the idea of it, to be fair, since in Rapture the sound of falling water generally meant something horrible had happened and a section of the city about to flood, but up here on the surface it was just...normal.
Weather in-and-of-itself was a new concept, honestly. Occasionally the big storms up on the ocean's surface would cause churn in the water around the city, but never anything more than messy water and unhappy whales. She'd loved the snow too, and bright sunny days and brisk, windy days, but rain was her favorite. Maybe it was just how it was a callback to home without being so close as to make her dwell on the negative things.
Which was why she didn't particularly find any reason to try and avoid it the way so many other people seemed to. In fact, she made a point of going out in weather like that, with the large, old-fashioned purple umbrella she'd acquired last summer. It hadn't rained all winter, which she knew was normal but had still been a bit of a frustration, and now that it was doing it again, she'd practically bolted from school at the end of the day to go for a walk.
And that was where she could be found for the rest of the afternoon, wandering about in her long black skirt and simple red jacket, her umbrella resting on her shoulder, a faint smile on her face. She would stop for a while to sit under one of the awnings by the shops and read, listening to the rain, then head back out for another walk. She'd picked up a pair of heavy-duty boots, and someone might happen to catch her hopping into a puddle with them to send up a splash and then laughing softly to herself.
Even during the height of the thunderstorm itself, she was (probably foolishly) walking around with her umbrella.
[ooc: People can run into Eleanor anywhere in the village during the rain, or yell at her to come in out of the lightning if they like. She might even listen!]
Weather in-and-of-itself was a new concept, honestly. Occasionally the big storms up on the ocean's surface would cause churn in the water around the city, but never anything more than messy water and unhappy whales. She'd loved the snow too, and bright sunny days and brisk, windy days, but rain was her favorite. Maybe it was just how it was a callback to home without being so close as to make her dwell on the negative things.
Which was why she didn't particularly find any reason to try and avoid it the way so many other people seemed to. In fact, she made a point of going out in weather like that, with the large, old-fashioned purple umbrella she'd acquired last summer. It hadn't rained all winter, which she knew was normal but had still been a bit of a frustration, and now that it was doing it again, she'd practically bolted from school at the end of the day to go for a walk.
And that was where she could be found for the rest of the afternoon, wandering about in her long black skirt and simple red jacket, her umbrella resting on her shoulder, a faint smile on her face. She would stop for a while to sit under one of the awnings by the shops and read, listening to the rain, then head back out for another walk. She'd picked up a pair of heavy-duty boots, and someone might happen to catch her hopping into a puddle with them to send up a splash and then laughing softly to herself.
Even during the height of the thunderstorm itself, she was (probably foolishly) walking around with her umbrella.
[ooc: People can run into Eleanor anywhere in the village during the rain, or yell at her to come in out of the lightning if they like. She might even listen!]
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"So having somewhere to go would be a nice change," she turned, waiting for Katniss to fall into step with her before she started towards the other's home.
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"Would you like some hot chocolate?"
It's the least she can offer if the other girl is willing to walk her home.
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So the offer surprised her, but after a moment she nodded her head and smiled faintly.
"That sounds nice, yes."
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But she couldn't remember. Two years and so many people who had come and gone. The more distance she put between herself and others, the better. Still, she wanted to respond with something.
"It's one of my favorite drinks."
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She looked a tad embarrassed then. "It was a very long time ago."
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Has it really been almost four years by now? Four years since the 74th Hunger Games, since hearing Prim's name called and volunteering so desperately to take her place. She doesn't know where the time's gone. Two of those years back in Panem, two trapped here. And yet... it really has been four years, hasn't it?
"My family was poor, growing up. We couldn't afford something like that."
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"I mean, I know now that it was stupid to want that. In some ways I was fortunate. Small ways. But still..." She gave a little shrug.
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"It was different," she says quietly, glancing at the girl for a brief second. "That sometimes things like a good thing."
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"Well, it doesn't matter so much here, right?" A small smile. "Everything being free and all."
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It was why she still remained prepared. Still hunted and tried to gather as much as possible from the forests rather than relying on the stores.
"We still need to be careful."
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"You can only stockpile so much, though. Or prepare for an eventuality that might never come before it's just frustrated insanity."
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"It's still better than the alternative."
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"Do you have a stockpile somewhere?"
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"It's not a stockpile. And most of the winter supplies have been used up."
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"With the store replenishing all the time, you could probably fill an entire bunker if you really wanted to."