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becominglikehimIt's been a few days.
Her commlink's broken, still on the floor in the corner of her father's room - her room. She had thrown it, frustrated with Siren's harassment. She hasn't bothered picking it up or attempting to fix it.
She hasn't gone to her day job. She hasn't called. She doesn't care. They can replace her easily. Deskwork and client talks weren't that difficult for a person to take care of.
She most definitely hasn't gone to her night job. No training sessions. No medical work. Nothing. Let them rage. If they had wanted to get hold of her - they would have hunted her down already.
Shilo's done this before. She's thrown temper tantrums, pulled a disappearing act. It's almost expected. She knows there will be punishments, but she doesn't care.
They won't break her that easily. It's been five years, and she's managed.
She's not all there. She has her moments - easily slipping from the confused and scared little girl she still is and something much different, something she has her father to thank for. Something dangerous, monstrous.
It takes a lot of effort for her to pull on clothes and leave the house, using the underground tunnel and coming out in the family mausoleum on the other side. Her mother's finally there, where she should have been buried in the first place. And her father's there, right by her side. It's the least the Largos could have done. She just wishes they will be that kind to her.
She sits for a while on the cold stone steps, her hands in her lap, silently watching the two tombs, her expression blank. There are no flowers this time, and she apologizes. She'll make up for it somehow, she promises.
Her commlink's broken, still on the floor in the corner of her father's room - her room. She had thrown it, frustrated with Siren's harassment. She hasn't bothered picking it up or attempting to fix it.
She hasn't gone to her day job. She hasn't called. She doesn't care. They can replace her easily. Deskwork and client talks weren't that difficult for a person to take care of.
She most definitely hasn't gone to her night job. No training sessions. No medical work. Nothing. Let them rage. If they had wanted to get hold of her - they would have hunted her down already.
Shilo's done this before. She's thrown temper tantrums, pulled a disappearing act. It's almost expected. She knows there will be punishments, but she doesn't care.
They won't break her that easily. It's been five years, and she's managed.
She's not all there. She has her moments - easily slipping from the confused and scared little girl she still is and something much different, something she has her father to thank for. Something dangerous, monstrous.
It takes a lot of effort for her to pull on clothes and leave the house, using the underground tunnel and coming out in the family mausoleum on the other side. Her mother's finally there, where she should have been buried in the first place. And her father's there, right by her side. It's the least the Largos could have done. She just wishes they will be that kind to her.
She sits for a while on the cold stone steps, her hands in her lap, silently watching the two tombs, her expression blank. There are no flowers this time, and she apologizes. She'll make up for it somehow, she promises.
