Post by Ilana Logan on Feb 3, 2013 1:44:23 GMT -5
Glass Knife, Tilottama
February 13th, 2518
AST: 4:31 P.M.
Ilana took her time getting ready. The ship had landed an hour ahead of schedule, and she needed the time to prepare herself. She dressed in a new pair of jeans and a top that was much more girly than she normally wore. instead of her usual boots, she opted for a nice pair of nude colored flats. She covered it all with her new black duster, having left her brown one in the dust on the top of the hill in Serenity Valley. She mainly wore it to hide the guns she never went anywhere without, but she found herself wondering if Ray would notice the change. She didn't know if he would, she figured he probably wouldn't, but the change was significant to her. Not to mention placement. She'd left her brown coat where to war died. Sighing, she pulled the top layer of hair back in a clip to keep it out of her face while she drove, and made her way through the ship.
Ilana stopped on the cargo bay ramp staring out at the town of Glass Knife. She tried willing herself to move, but fear held her locked in place. Large men with guns didn't hold her immobile, hell reavers didn't even do that, but coming here, to meet Ray after three months... yeah, that did it. She felt as though she were headed to her own hanging. Ray had been tough on her in the past for reasons she didn't fully understand herself. When he had insisted on being brought here three months earlier to leave the crew, she had been seriously hurt. It was as though he hadn't given it a second thought.
And why would he? Her traitorous mind spoke up. After everything he's been through, everything you've been through, together and separate from one another... after everything that happened why would he think twice about bolting after this last mess?
She grumbled to herself, knowing full well it was the truth. That's right. Besides, you didn't exactly give him a worthwhile reason for staying did you? Her mind said.
She knew it to be true, yet she found herself wondering exactly what that meant. At the same time, she tried hard to convince herself that nothing could have changed Ray's mind. Besides, him leaving without a second thought was no worse than her letting him leave without so much as an attempt to get him to stay. The most she'd done was tell him she'd miss him.
She sighed and discovered that her inner dialogue had broken the spell her legs seemed to have been under. She walked to the mule and climbed on. She'd told Jace earlier that she would be making the trip to Ray alone. Jace knew he had to stay with the ship until she returned with Ray. He'd asked her to meet him in this town, in front of a manor. Then he'd given her the address and vague directions. She pulled out the scrap of badly worn paper she'd written it all down on and tried to embed it in her brain, then she slipped it in her pocket and drove away.
On the drive there, the traitorous voice in her head that had been telling her ever since her conversation with Ray that she had fucked up, was - for once- silent. She barely saw the town as she drove through on the mule. Only noticed people when a small child of about four ran out in front of her and she had to brake hard to avoid turning him into a smear on the pavement. She notice him: a filthy child running barefoot with a hotdog in one hand and a soft drink of some sort in the other. She also noticed his mother: a frazzled woman whose hair stuck out in all directions - the attempt of contain it in a ponytail failing miserably - chasing after the boy, the terror that I was going to run him over was plain on her face.
Once she had herded the little dirt covered boy out of Ilana's path, she resumed her journey. It didn't take more than a few minutes to get there, but if felt like hours. She stopped in front of what she thought was the right place, and checked the slip of paper she had in her pocket. The address was right, so she turned sideways on the mule, waiting for Ray to appear. He hadn't said to go inside. He said to meet him out front, so she pulled out a worn copy of The Wizard of Oz, and began reading where she'd left off earlier.
February 13th, 2518
AST: 4:31 P.M.
Ilana took her time getting ready. The ship had landed an hour ahead of schedule, and she needed the time to prepare herself. She dressed in a new pair of jeans and a top that was much more girly than she normally wore. instead of her usual boots, she opted for a nice pair of nude colored flats. She covered it all with her new black duster, having left her brown one in the dust on the top of the hill in Serenity Valley. She mainly wore it to hide the guns she never went anywhere without, but she found herself wondering if Ray would notice the change. She didn't know if he would, she figured he probably wouldn't, but the change was significant to her. Not to mention placement. She'd left her brown coat where to war died. Sighing, she pulled the top layer of hair back in a clip to keep it out of her face while she drove, and made her way through the ship.
Ilana stopped on the cargo bay ramp staring out at the town of Glass Knife. She tried willing herself to move, but fear held her locked in place. Large men with guns didn't hold her immobile, hell reavers didn't even do that, but coming here, to meet Ray after three months... yeah, that did it. She felt as though she were headed to her own hanging. Ray had been tough on her in the past for reasons she didn't fully understand herself. When he had insisted on being brought here three months earlier to leave the crew, she had been seriously hurt. It was as though he hadn't given it a second thought.
And why would he? Her traitorous mind spoke up. After everything he's been through, everything you've been through, together and separate from one another... after everything that happened why would he think twice about bolting after this last mess?
She grumbled to herself, knowing full well it was the truth. That's right. Besides, you didn't exactly give him a worthwhile reason for staying did you? Her mind said.
She knew it to be true, yet she found herself wondering exactly what that meant. At the same time, she tried hard to convince herself that nothing could have changed Ray's mind. Besides, him leaving without a second thought was no worse than her letting him leave without so much as an attempt to get him to stay. The most she'd done was tell him she'd miss him.
She sighed and discovered that her inner dialogue had broken the spell her legs seemed to have been under. She walked to the mule and climbed on. She'd told Jace earlier that she would be making the trip to Ray alone. Jace knew he had to stay with the ship until she returned with Ray. He'd asked her to meet him in this town, in front of a manor. Then he'd given her the address and vague directions. She pulled out the scrap of badly worn paper she'd written it all down on and tried to embed it in her brain, then she slipped it in her pocket and drove away.
On the drive there, the traitorous voice in her head that had been telling her ever since her conversation with Ray that she had fucked up, was - for once- silent. She barely saw the town as she drove through on the mule. Only noticed people when a small child of about four ran out in front of her and she had to brake hard to avoid turning him into a smear on the pavement. She notice him: a filthy child running barefoot with a hotdog in one hand and a soft drink of some sort in the other. She also noticed his mother: a frazzled woman whose hair stuck out in all directions - the attempt of contain it in a ponytail failing miserably - chasing after the boy, the terror that I was going to run him over was plain on her face.
Once she had herded the little dirt covered boy out of Ilana's path, she resumed her journey. It didn't take more than a few minutes to get there, but if felt like hours. She stopped in front of what she thought was the right place, and checked the slip of paper she had in her pocket. The address was right, so she turned sideways on the mule, waiting for Ray to appear. He hadn't said to go inside. He said to meet him out front, so she pulled out a worn copy of The Wizard of Oz, and began reading where she'd left off earlier.