Post by kuku on Jan 2, 2011 2:41:43 GMT -5
Vivian had had a bad, bad night. The kind she had almost forgotten existed. The kind that had led her here. Armed with a suitcase and credit card, she studied the departures board, wondering where she would escape to. She literally had the world at her fingertips, but nowhere really seemed far enough. Vivian was still out of touch and she hadn't slept in a solid twenty four hours. There was no denying she was something of a mess. Letters began to swim before her eyes the longer she looked and more than anything she wanted to just make up her mind.
Somewhere along the way she stopped paying attention to the real world and began to think about the last eight hours again. Most of it was a blur, she could hardly remember exatly what had happened. But she remembered going out...She remembered drinking-she could still feel that lingering in her system. She remembered the pounding music and the throng of strangers she had disappeared into. She could remember the heat, and that when she had gone outside steam had poured out of the door after her.
There was more. More that she didn't want to think about. The little round pill was no stranger. But somewhere along the way things had gotten bad. She couldn't quite place it, but catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, Vivian had turned and within the hour, shown up here. It didn't make a lot of sense really, but maybe it would once she had gotten a little bit of distance. Or a lot of distance, the more the better. Which brought her back to the departures board. As the sun began to push it's way through the darkness, Vivian felt like her time was running out. She wanted to be gone by the time it could really be called morning.
Her eyes finally settled on Tokyo. It might just be far away enough, and she had just enough time to comfortably buy her ticket and get on the plane. Running wasn't her usual MO. Denial or justification maybe, but leaving the country still had her signature dramatic flair. With no idea what had triggered her sudden urge to escape, Vivian did something very usual for her and acted on, what for others would be, a flight of fancy. But in her world, these luxuries were common. For Vivian the word no was rarely heard. Or if it was, it was even more rare that it would be acknowledged or accepted.
Not an hour later, Vivian watched hazily as the landing strip began to sweep past her as the plane gathered speed. She was still lingering under the influences of several substances and couldn't decide if she wanted to try to stay connected to the real world anymore. Sinking into her seat, Vivian turned her head to look at the plane, but found her vision blocked by the stranger in the seat next to her. Rather than make any attempt to move again, she focused in on the small details that made up the person. Eyes nearly unblinking she let her mind go all but blank as the plane left the ground. Nothing really made sense right now, but she supposed it didn't have to. As long as she could focus on anything but actual thought she would be mostly fine. For now that would have to be good enough. Until she could figure things out, or forget them entirely Vivian would focus on the stranger beside her.
Somewhere along the way she stopped paying attention to the real world and began to think about the last eight hours again. Most of it was a blur, she could hardly remember exatly what had happened. But she remembered going out...She remembered drinking-she could still feel that lingering in her system. She remembered the pounding music and the throng of strangers she had disappeared into. She could remember the heat, and that when she had gone outside steam had poured out of the door after her.
There was more. More that she didn't want to think about. The little round pill was no stranger. But somewhere along the way things had gotten bad. She couldn't quite place it, but catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, Vivian had turned and within the hour, shown up here. It didn't make a lot of sense really, but maybe it would once she had gotten a little bit of distance. Or a lot of distance, the more the better. Which brought her back to the departures board. As the sun began to push it's way through the darkness, Vivian felt like her time was running out. She wanted to be gone by the time it could really be called morning.
Her eyes finally settled on Tokyo. It might just be far away enough, and she had just enough time to comfortably buy her ticket and get on the plane. Running wasn't her usual MO. Denial or justification maybe, but leaving the country still had her signature dramatic flair. With no idea what had triggered her sudden urge to escape, Vivian did something very usual for her and acted on, what for others would be, a flight of fancy. But in her world, these luxuries were common. For Vivian the word no was rarely heard. Or if it was, it was even more rare that it would be acknowledged or accepted.
Not an hour later, Vivian watched hazily as the landing strip began to sweep past her as the plane gathered speed. She was still lingering under the influences of several substances and couldn't decide if she wanted to try to stay connected to the real world anymore. Sinking into her seat, Vivian turned her head to look at the plane, but found her vision blocked by the stranger in the seat next to her. Rather than make any attempt to move again, she focused in on the small details that made up the person. Eyes nearly unblinking she let her mind go all but blank as the plane left the ground. Nothing really made sense right now, but she supposed it didn't have to. As long as she could focus on anything but actual thought she would be mostly fine. For now that would have to be good enough. Until she could figure things out, or forget them entirely Vivian would focus on the stranger beside her.
