Post by Kara Viridian on Nov 3, 2009 19:44:14 GMT -8
22 December, 2010 // Wednesday
around 09:47pm
Kara stared at her boot. She was admiring the fact that her footwear had survived for the past year, and gave herself the proverbial pat on the back for not being greedy and buying a new pair every month. Money was tight, and all of the money that Damien gave her usually went to supply or intel runs. The scarred one couldn't afford to think of herself for once, especially not now. Christmas was around the corner, Damien was missing, and the entire manor was tense. Kara was in quite a predicament.
Still, she didn't have the power to really do anything, since she wasn't the true leader. Nobody was the leader at this point, since everyone was stubborn and refused to replace their captured leader. But this made Kara antsy. This made her nervous. This made her downright angry. Damien, as she would only assume, would not want them to sit idly by while the Death Eaters come closer to conforming the entire wizarding community and wiping them out for good. Her insides were running quickly, tearing her apart. One half wanted to pick up and go, complete objectives at her own pace, and watch her own hide for a change. The other half fought hard, her true and unfortunately kind conscience, wanting her to stay.
And so, she did. She hated herself for being so selfless sometimes. It had been far too long since she went out for a drink with Liam without having to watch her back or wear a polyjuice guise. It had been even longer since she had a real life, went out on a date, shed the dramatics for a while. (The dates she had with Casey were nice, but far from normal. They were fun, of course, a great evening out with her beloved was something she always enjoyed...but between dealing with the sporadically interrupting Jaleth and making sure they hadn't been spotted, her head wasn't ever completely in the game.)
So why was she in Damien's office, her feet propped up on his desk, lights out and no fire for warmth, listening to the wind blowing outside? She doubted even Merlin would know the answer to that. Kara was biding her time. She needed to be away from the population of the manor, and this had served as a nice little sanctuary for the past day or so, since Nadia returned and all hell broke loose.
It was way too quiet. Of course, that's what she was searching so hard for, the quiet, but now it was making her head hurt. Kara needed someone to talk to, and fast.
around 09:47pm
Kara stared at her boot. She was admiring the fact that her footwear had survived for the past year, and gave herself the proverbial pat on the back for not being greedy and buying a new pair every month. Money was tight, and all of the money that Damien gave her usually went to supply or intel runs. The scarred one couldn't afford to think of herself for once, especially not now. Christmas was around the corner, Damien was missing, and the entire manor was tense. Kara was in quite a predicament.
Still, she didn't have the power to really do anything, since she wasn't the true leader. Nobody was the leader at this point, since everyone was stubborn and refused to replace their captured leader. But this made Kara antsy. This made her nervous. This made her downright angry. Damien, as she would only assume, would not want them to sit idly by while the Death Eaters come closer to conforming the entire wizarding community and wiping them out for good. Her insides were running quickly, tearing her apart. One half wanted to pick up and go, complete objectives at her own pace, and watch her own hide for a change. The other half fought hard, her true and unfortunately kind conscience, wanting her to stay.
And so, she did. She hated herself for being so selfless sometimes. It had been far too long since she went out for a drink with Liam without having to watch her back or wear a polyjuice guise. It had been even longer since she had a real life, went out on a date, shed the dramatics for a while. (The dates she had with Casey were nice, but far from normal. They were fun, of course, a great evening out with her beloved was something she always enjoyed...but between dealing with the sporadically interrupting Jaleth and making sure they hadn't been spotted, her head wasn't ever completely in the game.)
So why was she in Damien's office, her feet propped up on his desk, lights out and no fire for warmth, listening to the wind blowing outside? She doubted even Merlin would know the answer to that. Kara was biding her time. She needed to be away from the population of the manor, and this had served as a nice little sanctuary for the past day or so, since Nadia returned and all hell broke loose.
It was way too quiet. Of course, that's what she was searching so hard for, the quiet, but now it was making her head hurt. Kara needed someone to talk to, and fast.