After Anatomy- which was the only time so far she knew what she was doing- and stopping in at the office, Aeryn headed to 209, just to see how much was in there and how much of it was dust.

There really isn't a lot left. Most of it has moved over already somewhere in the course of the last... seven months or so. All of this will take maybe two trips to move. She might take a day or two before she does that, though, just until that last little bit of commitment phobia fades. Still, that doesn't mean she can't start taking things down from the walls. She might leave the picture from Anakin up for now, though.


[Door's cracked open, post is open.]
After class, Aeryn brings Egg back to 209. Yeah, she's back here again. Being honest and attempting to talk had worked so well yesterday that she kind of doesn't want to do it again, so she closes the door and sets Egg in his cushioned bowl on the desk.

And it's just kind of there.

Which bothers here after about ten seconds. "Don't look at me like that," she tells him.
Aeryn spent some time downstairs at the Christmas tree party thing, but afterwards returned to 209. She's been spending most of her time here since Thursday's Ethics class, thinking about that and her talk with Rory. She knows John won't be happy that she's avoiding him again, but she doesn't need distraction right now. She needs to think about things and deal with it.

Also, if she could stop applying her personal experiences to the Vader/Anakin situation, that would be great. Just because she wouldn't do something doesn't mean he wouldn't. Even if she can easily rationalize some things. Even if the people she left behind in the Peacekeepers probably think of her like she thinks of him now.

She closes the door to the room, and then takes a seat at the desk. She hasn't spent a lot of time here in months, and she's not an especially sentimental person, so she's almost surprised that she remembers where everything is. Her yearbook's there, along with several drawings she'd forgotten were here, and a small stack of printed pictures she's not ready to look at yet. She sets those aside for a while, concentrating on the yearbook, specifically certain pages.
Aeryn's spent quite a bit of time on her own since Friday. Because you know, you find out that your closest friend and the one person you've always been able to relate to personally isn't really dead and has instead turned into someone who can blow up a person'a planet just to prove a point and can apparently chop off his own son's hand in trying to get him to join him, and that takes some Thought. So she's either been quiet, or spending a lot of time in 209 where there aren't any distractions.

What there is is a wall full of pictures and maps of space and star systems that people had given her over the last year. There was a lot of time spent dwelling on the one Anakin had given her. Probably a sad amount of time, actually. She didn't take it down, though, and she couldn't exactly say why.

She comes back to 238 after having left early that morning, closing the door quietly behind her.
Aeryn doesn't actually want time alone, but after that whole thing where she had two arguments in less than twelve hours about how she didn't want to talk, she doesn't bother going to 238 after class. Instead she heads to her own room, closes the door... quickly figures out that the problem with practically living in a different room is that all of her stuff is no longer where she is. Mostly she's just sitting there and thinking, occasionally getting up to clear the dust off the top of one of the frames on her wall or something.

[Open like an open thing. You get cookies if you manage to cheer her up.]
After last night's visit to the roof, Aeryn's calmed down a lot. It was just good to talk with someone who didn't seem to be specifically trying to push her buttons.

Not about to chance checking on whether or not the lava Parker told her about was gone, Aeryn decides to bypass the gym and just take advantage of the weather to go for a run outside. Maybe she'll be lucky and even get some rain.

[For [livejournal.com profile] peter__parker, but open. Antagonize her and I hurt you.]
Despite yesterday, Aeryn's still playing a little avoidant without really knowing why. She's still sticking to 209, keeping to long walks or just not dealing with people. She's not used to having to explain why she does things, but knows certain people (John) have come to expect answers. This kind of thing? Much easier in the Peacekeepers. All she had to do was go off by herself and everything was fine and she didn't have to explain anything.

Also, emo is stupid and she wants no part of it, and yet here she is and she has no idea why. It's frustrating. And she's starting to memorize the star charts on her wall.

[If you can get her out of this mood, feel free to come by before I kill her.]
Aeryn had every intention of going back to 238, but the truth is, she didn't want to pile these particular books around the room. It just looks obvious. Instead she went back to her own room, and started going through them, alternating between studying the pictures and attempting to read through the descriptions. She may have lost track of the time.
Aeryn isn't a huge fan of the computer lab, but she still woke up early and spent most of her morning there, first trying to figure out how to spell that Massachusetts place and then figuring out how to look it up online. That was a first. She just printed everything out, not even sure if she was getting the right information, then brought it back to her room.

And now she's trying to read through it all, which should maybe a sign as to how important this is to her right now.

[Door's closed, but I am in desperate need of distraction. Come visit.[
Maybe Aeryn's a little paranoid. Which is why as soon as she's finished checking through 238, she's in her own room, looking around for little gremlin hiding places. This involves a pair of rubber gloves- one can never be too careful- and a swiped knife. She is taking no chances, okay? They could hide in shoes.


[Door's closed but the post is open.]
Aeryn starts to go to 238, like she would on a normal day. She even makes it there for a little while. But after not having a voice and finding out a possible explanation of why, getting increasingly frustrated at not being able to communicate, getting her ass kicked by Callisto, and having her date plans with John fall through, Aeryn's not in the best of moods.

And then she finds out the frelling toaster is on the loose, she decides she's going back to her room. She's glad to have everyone shut up, is disturbed to find out how quiet this place really is without voices, and that's her last straw. She goes back to 209 and falls asleep there. Kind of. But not really. With her door locked.
After class, Aeryn was back at her room just long enough to put on looser clothes or possibly clothes in general, depending on whether she got them back at all, then went for a run. For once the weather is nice and non-life-threatening, so she takes advantage of it while she can.

When she returns, she ends up feeling not quite done, which is why she ends up doing stomach crunches on the floor. The gym is all the way downstairs, and she's already here.


[Door's closed but knockable.]
Aeryn's had a pretty busy weekend so far.

cut for linkdrop )

And of course John was still John, and while she was completely confused as to how last night turned out the way it did, it apparently was the night for it. So Aeryn stole one of his crutches- he clearly doesn't need them- and has it propped up against the open doorframe, just in case he walks by. And she's looking through pictures.

[Door's open.]
Aeryn's actually looking forward to the Coruscant trip tomorrow. It's her first time offplanet in months, and to be completely honest, she's looking forward to seeing where Anakin comes from. That also means she has to pack a little. The door's open, only because she's finding that all of her things are spread between 209 and 238, and every time she thinks she has everything, there's one more thing she's forgotten.

Traveling- even for a night- was much easier when everything was standard issue.


[If anyone needs to talk to Aeryn, door's open for once.]
For once Aeryn sleeps in, though when she finally does wake up she's definitely feeling better than yesterday. Between the air conditioning and the fan, it's actually pretty cold in the room, which she's not really minding. She's still a little tired, but sits up anyway.
can_be_more: (efg!aeryn)
The trip to Washington started out well enough, but by the time she gets back, she's just happy to be home, with air conditioning. She doesn't even think about whether or not the door's closed, just goes straight to bed and lays down, waiting to start cooling down.
Aeryn doesn't think much about shopping unless she needs it. Thanks to Wilderness Survival, she needed shoes. Now she has them. One day you're refusing to kill a girl (no matter how dumb they were), the next you're kind of temped to go through with it if it'll keep you from hearing the word 'cheerleading' ever again.

After last week's mummies and kittens and Rory not being crazy, along with her own issues, it's nice to have a smaller drama that really isn't a drama. Especially since the alternative is thinking way too hard on a certain conversation she doesn't remember. Even if things have been going scarily well lately. Even when she's having trouble, they're going well.

She'll stick to fighting cheerleading, and buying things to replace the things she's going to have to give up.


[Door's closed. Feel free to knock.]
can_be_more: (brave like soldier!aeryn)
Aeryn wakes up early, almost automatically feeling ready to do whatever she needs to do today. You'd think she'd been born to fight things or something. Of course, any tough warriorness she might feel is slightly marred when she looks over and sees the kitten from yesterday sleeping on John's head.

She gets up out of bed quietly, so as not to disturb either of them- not so much to be nice but because he can probably handle a clingy yet adorable kitten better than she can- but as soon as she's standing, the kitten has made its way underfoot and is attemping to play with her bare toes.

"Ow," Aeryn hisses. "None of that."

The kitten swipes at her little toe in reply.

fluff under the cut, you have been warned )
Aeryn didn't feel like hitting things, but she made it as far as the lobby before noticing that yes, it is still raining pudding and that's too disgusting for her to deal with. Instead, she heads back up to her room to change before she heads over to 238.

[As always, door's closed but knockable.]
The week? Still not canceled. And as things just keep getting more and more uncomfortable, she's holing up in 209, which she really hasn't done since coming back to the dorms. Not that there's anything to do there, though there's no one around at the moment who will ask why she's just staring at the wall.


[Door's not open, but it is knockable.]

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