Dated 9-28-2013
Sep. 29th, 2013 09:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eightypercentdevilShe made a decision. If she was going to be stuck here, she needed a damn job. Something more than the temp cash-under-the-table deals she'd been taking so far. So she had an open paper, circling anything that called for a full-time mechanic. She was more than qualified and while she doesn't feel like being low man on the damn pole, she knew she'd take what she can get. At least for a little while. A regular job she could make contacts at. Suppliers. Customers. Then she could take a few few illicit jobs and hit the races to make some hard cash. Put them together and she should be able to open her own shop within a few months.
Hers. No one else's. All hers.
How long had it been since she had something that was truly hers? She woke up one day with nothing. No memory. No money. Nothing. So she attached herself to Owen. Trusted him, worked with... no, for him and for what? So he could serve her up to her ex when it became convenient? Then what did she do? She took off with Dom. She didn't regret it, not when she was honest with herself. There was something in her heart that missed him, needed him, had her almost out looking for that copy of him that she met when she arrived. But now that she'd had some distance she realized that she couldn't rely on that anymore. She needed to make her stand here, on her own, until she could find a way back. She wouldn't pine anymore and she'd drag herself out of the hole she'd let herself fall into.
You make your own fucking destiny, right?
Waving at the bartender for another beer, she flipped the news page and started scanning the next set of want ads. She had a plan now. She just had to hope nothing else was going to jump up to fuck her over.
Hers. No one else's. All hers.
How long had it been since she had something that was truly hers? She woke up one day with nothing. No memory. No money. Nothing. So she attached herself to Owen. Trusted him, worked with... no, for him and for what? So he could serve her up to her ex when it became convenient? Then what did she do? She took off with Dom. She didn't regret it, not when she was honest with herself. There was something in her heart that missed him, needed him, had her almost out looking for that copy of him that she met when she arrived. But now that she'd had some distance she realized that she couldn't rely on that anymore. She needed to make her stand here, on her own, until she could find a way back. She wouldn't pine anymore and she'd drag herself out of the hole she'd let herself fall into.
You make your own fucking destiny, right?
Waving at the bartender for another beer, she flipped the news page and started scanning the next set of want ads. She had a plan now. She just had to hope nothing else was going to jump up to fuck her over.
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Date: 2013-10-21 04:37 pm (UTC)So he drained his drink, and started to move to leave. And that, if anything, made him feel a lot older than he was before he landed on the Island.
"Close my tab," he told the tender, waiting for his card back. "Guess I'll leave while I'm still ahead and sweet. Hope you find your job, though. Somethin' to keep you busy in the midst of all this hell."