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Sarah Gear ([personal profile] nonsumqualiseram) wrote in [community profile] insomnis_veritas2012-12-29 10:43 pm

the perfect eighth ring.

[ In the nine rings of hell, there exists a store. A store whose only function is to trap the souls of the unwilling, and torment those unlucky enough to claim a paycheck with that company's logo. Its name is... Mattie's Super Mini-Mart--For all your life's needs.

The most evilest of evil places.

...Or maybe that was just Sarah, once again, "relishing" her perfect citizen job--an escape from the tedium of a life that required her to do nothing. A life little more than morning, noon, and night.

So she could say, in poetics and scars. So she could say, if she ever deigned to speak of herself at all.

At any rate, she was off in five minutes, and only had one more customer to ring out before she could escape. ]
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[personal profile] negata 2013-01-14 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's decided. She is making it a point to do all of her shopping online, if she could help it.

The setting is different, the pattern, familiar. If she could so easily buckle under unwanted attention or conversation, she would not lasted this long. The fact that she is so close to her goal is why she can't falter, now. She continues to smile.

She says nothing of selling herself short.]


Isn't that a contradiction? Which am I doing, trying to be incognito or trying to garner attention, subtly? It can't be both, unless you mean I'm doomed to failure either way, because someone will always notice.

[Unfortunately. It's said casually, but it carries more truth than she'd like.]

It's the earrings, isn't it.

[Her smile turns a shade knowing. They're peacock feathers. Far from subtle, but she couldn't leave them behind. She tried.]
Edited 2013-01-15 00:05 (UTC)
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[personal profile] negata 2013-01-15 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[She won't ask, not this girl, but from the moment she caught her earnest attention, it's been running through her mind: what did she do wrong, what did she do wrong, what did she do wrong, wrong, wrong.

This girl is too wily and clever. Asking would be admitting intentions, as well as defeat. She'll do neither, not like this.]


I'll keep that in mind when I want to be forgettable.

[A gentle incline of her head.] Really. Well, I guess we all miss some things, sometimes.

[If only it could have been all of her, not that she believes the statement for a moment.]