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ownperson: (pb; purple yeah i know)

[personal profile] ownperson 2022-02-02 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)

Yeah. Fuck the Project.

[ The little nudge seems to both surprise her and not, a flash of tensing muscles before she just relaxes. She’s always been the kind to nudge, kick, punch, sling arms around friends, or she used to be. It takes longer, these days. ]

Both, I guess. I dunno. I— fuck, I don’t feel like I’m doing alright. Barely feel like a fucking— [ she sighs, rests her head on her knee with her gaze off to the side ] Barely feel like a person sometimes.

[ She feels like a shadow that somehow got left behind when the person casting it left. She feels like a hollow shell, empty because she built who she is around not being like her brother and doesn’t know how to define herself independent of that. Three decades where who you were was dependent on being who people didn’t want her to be.

God, she never even told North this. She told the York on the rig about how she didn’t know who she was on her own, but never her brother himself. This feels— weird, though it’s not entirely a bad weird. ]

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[personal profile] ownperson 2022-02-02 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)

…thanks. Worked on that with Brand—that friend I mentioned. Pushed me until I started adjusting. Guess that’s something.

[ Not a lot, but she appreciates what he’s trying to do. It did take a long time, a lot of sparring sessions, but that was how she and Brand spent most of their time together. Sparring. He understood what it was like to have someone that you spent your whole life with, how messy emotions around that could be. He had a lot less conflicting feelings about it, he had no urge to run, but it still let him understand.

She feels heavy, and when she lifts her head again she looks at him sidelong. ]

…‘cause of the whole— [ she nods vaguely at his head, she’s not sure if that’s more or less tactful than saying Epsilon outright ] —thing? Or—?

[ She’ll take the breather. This is all so— tricky, really. ]

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[personal profile] ownperson 2022-02-02 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)

[ It’s one of the things she never really got near, with the Wash on the rig. When he talked about things that had fucked him up, it was usually about the ways she’d fucked him up—not exactly surprising, that was rather more the point at the time. Drilling it into her head how fucked up everything she did was. Making her face it. ]

…fuck, they tore us all to fucking pieces.

[ The Project and their damn experiments. Psychological, AI based, they all fucked bits of them up. Broke them. Were any of them still who they were when they signed up, by the end? No. Probably not. But some of them sure got hit more literally than others, more violently. What happened to Wash was certainly on that end of the damn scale. ]

World of fuckin’ difference, yeah. Far fuckin’ worse, for one, but—

[ Another sigh. She shuffles so she can sit against the wall too, lets her raised leg fall to lay flat. ]

Yeah. Yeah it—

…I don’t think I know who I am, anymore. Don’t know if I ever fuckin’ will. [ she snorts, with empty amusement ] What a pair of fuckin’ wrecks.

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[personal profile] ownperson 2022-02-02 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)

Not sure I’m there yet. The— not the only thing… thing.

[ The bad things she’s done often feel like all she really is, anymore. It should get easier, with less people around who know, but somehow it gets harder. She’ll never know if her brother would have one day forgiven her and— she feels like if she doesn’t hold onto those things, then it’s the same as ignoring them outright, pretending they didn’t happen, acting like she did nothing wrong. But she did everything wrong, and she knows that, and so she makes herself hold onto it.

That it might just be killing her a little more every day— well, doesn’t she deserve that? Ugggh. Emotions are stupid. ]

I can pretend, y’know. I can act— normal. Better. But I still don’t…

[ She gestures vaguely. There’s one or two people here who maybe genuinely care about her, and she can’t comprehend why. ]

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[personal profile] ownperson 2022-02-07 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)

Better. Yeah. [ she scrubs a hand over her face, breathes ] S'all about being better.

[ That was always what everyone on the rig, that Wash included, pushed her towards. Just doing better. That Wash once called her on refusing to even try to change because— "You think you're going to fuck up if you try to be something else, so you don't even try at all."

He wasn't wrong. It still took her another month and finding out about the experiment the Project did on her and North to start beginning to try. To hear all this from Wash is about the least surprising part of this interaction because she knows a little of how hard he had to push to get to where he is, because really the fact that Wash got as far as he has eventually became proof that she wouldn't be wasting her time trying. Even for all that they're different.

He wasn't the reason she finally tried to change, but he was certainly one of the catalysts in getting her there. So as strange as it is to be here, having this conversation, she's glad they can be. He's not that Wash, but there's still that common ground. ]

...started trying to be better for North, y'know. He was the first one I promised I'd try to do better with.

But this North— last time we talked, really talked, he said he barely fuckin' recognised me and he sounded— like he didn't like it? Or couldn't... believe it, maybe. 'cause it wasn't him that got through to me, 'cause he wasn't there.

Can't even blame him, considering how fuckin' long I spent lying to him about the Recovery thing. But that stung.

[ Dramatic sigh, a vague grabby hand. ]

Ugh, where's that alcohol you had? Swear I won't get ugly drunk.

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[personal profile] ownperson 2022-02-07 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)

Scout's honour.

[ She flashes him a crooked grin, if only for a second; she was absolutely never a scout. She opens the bottle and takes a swig, wipes her mouth after she lowers it again.

It sure would've been nice, and maybe he'd have gotten there but she'll never know, now, she supposes. She's not sure if it'd be kinder to herself to tell herself they'd have figured it out, or to tell herself that it'd have all gone the way it did on the rig. Ended in them not even talking at all, in North unable to even look at her if he couldn't find it in him to forgive her. Which he never would, she was sure. ]

Now... guess it's for other you poor assholes who gotta put up with me. [ there's a wry little note to it ] And— y'know, for myself, I guess. I don't... I don't want to fuck my whole entire fuckin' life up over and over, y'know? Getting too old for that shit. Me in my twenties had far too much fuckin' energy doing that shit over and over.

[ She says that like it's a joke and it kind of is—it's not like she actually stopped once she turned thirty, all her worst actions came after—but she has had a bad habit of burning everything to the ground around her for one reason or another. Because she thought it was coming anyway, because something got too serious and she got scared, so on and so on.

Now she's thirty-three, older than her brother will ever be thanks to her own actions, both older and younger than she should be because of her own actions, and... she's tired. She's tired of everything going to hell. She can't control the world around her, but she can control herself. Mostly. ]

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[personal profile] ownperson 2022-02-07 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)

Yeah. Yeah, you're not wrong. But fuck it's hard. Easier to like— tell myself other people deserve better from me than I deserve better from me? Y'know?

[ She gets the sense he might sort of get that, or something similar. She's not at a place where she can admit that maybe she kind of hates herself, where she can uncover that deep pool of self-loathing that's been filling itself up ever since the day she let North die and shot Wash in the back but has only gotten deeper since she stopped putting up a mask of not caring about what she did wrong.

She can't hate herself, she's gotten through life by aggressively putting herself first, with self-confidence and a 'fuck you, I don't care what you think' attitude—how can both those things exist in one person? Can they? Do they? ]

But I do— I do want to. I don't want to be that person. Fuck, I don't want to be that bitch that you shot, even though I know she was me. I'm not her anymore, it's...

[ She makes a vague noise and takes another swig. ]

Fuckin' universe hopping bullshit, man. Talk about a mindfuck.

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[personal profile] ownperson 2022-02-07 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)

Yeah, I know. Not— y'know, details, outside of the whole shooting me in the face and blowing me up thing, but...

[ Bits and pieces. Things about how he was terrorising the simulation troopers before they apparently adopted him. It's not like she ever got the full story, but parts of it came up, especially as that Wash's head was still in that era of his life for a while for complicated reasons she still doesn't fully understand. ]

That's the thing, y'know. I did all that shit, I lived all that, I own that now. I was a fucking monster the way I acted, but— I got yanked before I died, y'know. I'm not the woman who took that bullet. The me that took that bullet would never have done half the things I've done since, y'know? She wouldn't have changed for fuckin' anyone.

[ Not that she had the chance, but she didn't have that chance precisely because she wouldn't have ever taken it. She just kept barrelling ahead until she made whatever dumb choice lead her to be in front of Wash that day. ]

Don't even know what to do with that, half the time. Not like I didn't deserve that bullet. Not like I don't, 'cause I still did that stuff, I still let my brother die and shot you in the back and all that other shit.

M'just... trying not to be someone who'd do it again. [ then firmer ] I'm not someone who'd do it again.

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[personal profile] ownperson 2022-02-07 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)

[ It's not the first time she's looked surprised by something he's said, today, and it might not end up being the last. Her expression softens a little with some sort of relief and she nods. ]

...yeah. Yeah, it does. Thanks, Wash.

[ She has to hold onto that conviction, she has to believe that she wouldn't turn into that person again. A part of her knows that if she was pushed hard enough, if enough went wrong, she might. She'll never be a perfect person, she'll never be palatable to most people, she'll never stop being a hot mess, not completely.

But if she doesn't tell herself that she won't fuck up that badly again, then she can never trust herself to do everything she needs to do to stop herself backsliding in the first place. Because if she could still do that, then what business does she have trying to make a life for herself? Because if she could still do it, then why shouldn't she just let someone shoot her again?

It's not that simple, and she knows it. She's sure Wash does too. None of this will ever be simple, and the way they approach their own bullshit is always going to be whatever it is that's going to get them, personally, by. ]

God. Fuckin'— look at us. [ she laughs, still not quite a truly humourful sound, but closer ] The fucked up leftovers of Project Freelancer, trying our best to not be as fucked up, talking and shit. Fucking pigs are gonna start flying next.

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[personal profile] ownperson 2022-02-13 04:11 am (UTC)(link)

Mm. [ an amused snort ] Fair fucking point.

[ The funny thing is she's really not, more used to it that is. Back on the rig, the only Freelancer who arrived after her and York was Carolina, and no one she knew ever really disappeared. Brand's partner Rune, did, but she didn't know Rune all that well and only had to deal with Brand's breakdown, not any emotional reaction of her own.

No one had ever vanished and as much as it hurt to have North right there with her but not talking to her, at the end, he was still there, alive. There was at least a certain sense of closure. Now there's just... empty space. ]

Worse places, but lots better places too. [ god, she was meant to go home, she was meant to skip death altogether and go live with Wash, Carolina and their sim troopers ] Not like we get to be picky, though.

[ She takes another swig from the bottle, then offers it his way. ]

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[personal profile] ownperson 2022-02-16 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)

[ Fair enough. She doesn't immediately take another sip but she rests it in her lap and taps her nails against the glass. Thinking, mentally counting. ]

From home, or just Freelancer? Seven total, five freelancers, six from Freelancer if you count Price.

[ A beat. ]

Actually, nine total if you count the AI. Delta and Theta came along.

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[personal profile] ownperson 2022-02-16 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)

Yup. [ she pops her lips on the p, but then— stalls ] Okay, well, actually... uh. I showed up with Delta, since y'know. You gave him to me before I bolted. York came after. Alone.

[ The way she holds herself shifts a little, gets tenser, and she takes another swig from the bottle again. She's always been a bit of an open book, unless she's very specifically trying not to be. ]

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[personal profile] ownperson 2022-02-16 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)

[ She takes a half minute of silence to consider, but, really, it's not the worst shit she's ever done, and it worked out eventually. Hell, she was on better terms with York than her brother, at the end. ]

Being, y'know, still a total bitch when I first got there I uh. Kinda refused to give him back to York even though York felt like he had a hole in his brain 'cause of it.

Didn't even like him. Delta, I mean. He pissed me off all the time. Always had him pulled. I didn't like sharing my head. But I was stubborn and 'cause York wanted him, 'cause I did everything I did to get a damn AI...

Yeah. Dumb choices.

But I gave him back, eventually. And York always bugged me into letting them talk, anyway. I mean, there was more to it than that, but...

[ It took her months to figure out why she was clinging to him despite all the reasons not to, but it worked out. She gave him back and she apologised and she spilled even more to York about her complicated feelings about North than she has Wash, today. She trusted him at the end, and he didn't forgive her but he did give her another chance. ]

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