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asgardmeridiem2012-09-03 08:38 pm
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Because life's not all herbs and bubbling beakers (Wide Open)
Who: Samantha Grey samantha_grey and YOU!
What: Bored half-demons after work, wandering Gefion Park
When: Days 138
Where: Gefion Park
Rating: Let's keep it PG-13 or easier
Samantha made her way into the park, a moderately pleasant look on her face. Flopping down next to one of the larger trees with a good view of the lake, she sighed and closed her eyes, breathing a sigh of relief. "I needed this," she murmured, putting her hands behind her head and relaxing against the tree trunk.
Getting things set up over at the shop was taking a lot out of her. It was certainly pleasant work, and it gave her the definite feeling that she was actually doing something. At the same time, the occasional moment to rest up and take a break was helpful as well. This place was starting to make her feel optimistic, and that worried her. There were far too many nice people, folks who refused to believe the worst in her, who forgave her despite what she was. A part of her expected it to all come crashing down any day. And of course, there were other issues, but it wasn't like solutions would just drop into her lap, now was it?
samantha_grey and YOU!What: Bored half-demons after work, wandering Gefion Park
When: Days 138
Where: Gefion Park
Rating: Let's keep it PG-13 or easier
Samantha made her way into the park, a moderately pleasant look on her face. Flopping down next to one of the larger trees with a good view of the lake, she sighed and closed her eyes, breathing a sigh of relief. "I needed this," she murmured, putting her hands behind her head and relaxing against the tree trunk.
Getting things set up over at the shop was taking a lot out of her. It was certainly pleasant work, and it gave her the definite feeling that she was actually doing something. At the same time, the occasional moment to rest up and take a break was helpful as well. This place was starting to make her feel optimistic, and that worried her. There were far too many nice people, folks who refused to believe the worst in her, who forgave her despite what she was. A part of her expected it to all come crashing down any day. And of course, there were other issues, but it wasn't like solutions would just drop into her lap, now was it?