http://vissernone.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] vissernone.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-09-04 11:24 pm

An Unexploded Shell Inside a Cell [Open]

She thought her life would be different by now, but she's a prisoner again. Voluntary, she guesses, which makes it a little bit different than the first time. At least she can blink on her own this time. Not that she's using her body to do much good.

Ironically, she almost always looked better when she was a more total prisoner. Without her makeup and hair clips and changes of clothes to arrange herself into some approximation of health, without even a mirror to confirm her suspicions, she looks a wreck. Dark circles line her reddened eyes; her hair is unbrushed and falls in tangled clumps over her face; chapped, bloodied lips and fingernails bitten down to the flesh speak to her uneasy transition back into captivity.

Eva's given up all attempts to look 'okay'. She ripped a man's face open with her bare fingers. She's been a long road away from 'okay' for a while now, but she spent too long mistaking her anger and stubbornness for strength and resilience to recognize it. She's wised up now.

She really wants a drink right now. Instead she has some books - selected poems by Pablo Neruda and an anthology of poetry by women poets in the Andes - and a pillow and blanket. She's curled up on the cot with the former book in her hand, but drifting in and out of sleep. Her breath comes lazy and heavy as she alternately reads, dreams, and watches the door to the brig with heavy-lidded eyes, looking for nothing.
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[personal profile] leafonthewind 2011-09-09 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
"While there are several worlds' worth of difference between an improvised facelift and a sucker punch, and cops can be the worst kind of bastards sometimes, clearly this isn't a new thing with you."

It wasn't like he was going to come right out and say she had anger issues, because that wasn't helpful and people got defensive. But he could politely suggest as much. It was also none of his business to ask whether she was working on it, but the question hung there silently.
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[personal profile] leafonthewind 2011-09-09 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know, I'm not a shrink," Wash said. "When I get mad, I spend a few hours shut up in my bunk. That's when we don't have enough fuel to go on a joyride, but I can't remember last time we had that. Maybe you need space - not space here, it's not exactly private here. Maybe you need space away from people for a while. Hell if you need a place to stay for a while, you can take one of Serenity's spare bunks. Although that's not exactly private... and Mal's awake now so he'd have to posture about you being on his ship for a while... on second thought maybe that's not a great idea."

He just didn't like seeing her like this - she didn't seem to care that she looked terrible, and she didn't really seem to care that whatever it was she was dealing with wasn't getting better. There had to be a change of tactic she could try.
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[personal profile] leafonthewind 2011-09-11 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know if I'd call him legendary," Wash said. His expression changed into something between panic and amusement and he added quickly, "Actually please don't ever call him that anywhere near earshot. And definitely don't tell him I've been talking about him."

He sighed, thinking back to Marco's reaction on the omnicomms. "I'm... not really going to tell you how to be a mom because I've been avoiding being a dad for a few years now, but you might want to put yourself together a little before Marco gets down here. He wasn't taking it very well on the comms." He paused. "Part of that was probably half the stuff they were saying on the comms..."
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[personal profile] leafonthewind 2011-09-20 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Wash looked pained. "Eva," he said, "you need to take care of yourself. Sitting in the brig for a few days because you need to do some soul-searching is one thing, but..."

He trailed off. He was scolding her like she was a member of his crew, and even though they'd served together he still wasn't quite sure where he stood with her. He couldn't give her orders, certainly.

"I'm just worried," he finished.
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[personal profile] leafonthewind 2011-09-21 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
His face fell immediately. "That's not what I'm saying - don't take it like that," he said. "None of us asked to be here, none of us want to be here, and you don't have to make yourself useful. If you don't want, that is."

Pity was not what this was. This was concern. Eva was a friend, at least, Wash thought she was. And even though he wasn't a terribly religious man, he still knew that some things weren't good for the soul, and one of them was being in a cage.