on_thecouch 28.3 - Consequence.
ooc: Set sometime during the events of episode 3x10. SPOILERS.
Meredith is twitchy and nervous. She often catches her own nervous ticks, and tries to prevent them, the tells of them giving away too much. Right now, though, it's hard for her, because even she's questioning herself.
The Company. Being an agent.
Is this really what she should be doing?
She knows that Flint is free of this place, out of Level 5, but she doesn't know where he is or how he is. But here she is, working for the Company, the place that held him locked up for so long. What's to say they won't do that to her? What's to say they won't find her and her own fire a threat, and throw her in some cell, leaving her to await the day for her brother to come and rescue her. And if he didn't, she wouldn't blame him. She let him rot alone for far to long, and now he's gone, but not because of what she did.
And here she is, working for them. She wouldn't even be free herself, if not for Thompson. She doesn't know if she should be relieved or worried that he isn't here now.
She sits in her room, growing restless, and knows being lost in her own thoughts isn't very productive for her.
"Come on, Mere," she says, scolding herself. "Do something."
She decides to distract herself with some training, and stands. She looks outside briefly, sees the eclipse starting to block the sun, the room growing dimmer in an odd light. It has an eerie feeling to it, but she shrugs it off with a shake of her head.
She needs a smoke.
Meredith goes outside, stands on the steps and pulls out her cigarettes. A bad habit, she knows, but it's as part of her now as her own fire is, and it calms her. Soothes her. But when she pretends to hold up a lighter, but draws on her own power instead, nothing happens.
She tries again.
And nothing happens.
Her eyes look around, but there's no one around. Not that anyone could help her, not if they didn't know what she knew, didn't know what was going on with some of the people in the world. She wonders if this is some sort of mind game someone at the Company, or maybe the rival Pinehurst, is playing.
She would put her money on the Company any day.
There's a panic growing inside of her, and the nervous ticks become more pronounced. Eyes darting, finger twining in hair, other hand tapping rapidly against her thigh.
She's without her fire. For the first time in years, she's...
She feels naked. And vulnerable. And she hates it.
What should she do?
Meredith Gordon glances up at the sky, at the sun, looking dark and so out of place, a distorted image of what it should be.
She asks aloud, in a stage whisper no one is around to hear, "What have I done?"
Meredith is twitchy and nervous. She often catches her own nervous ticks, and tries to prevent them, the tells of them giving away too much. Right now, though, it's hard for her, because even she's questioning herself.
The Company. Being an agent.
Is this really what she should be doing?
She knows that Flint is free of this place, out of Level 5, but she doesn't know where he is or how he is. But here she is, working for the Company, the place that held him locked up for so long. What's to say they won't do that to her? What's to say they won't find her and her own fire a threat, and throw her in some cell, leaving her to await the day for her brother to come and rescue her. And if he didn't, she wouldn't blame him. She let him rot alone for far to long, and now he's gone, but not because of what she did.
And here she is, working for them. She wouldn't even be free herself, if not for Thompson. She doesn't know if she should be relieved or worried that he isn't here now.
She sits in her room, growing restless, and knows being lost in her own thoughts isn't very productive for her.
"Come on, Mere," she says, scolding herself. "Do something."
She decides to distract herself with some training, and stands. She looks outside briefly, sees the eclipse starting to block the sun, the room growing dimmer in an odd light. It has an eerie feeling to it, but she shrugs it off with a shake of her head.
She needs a smoke.
Meredith goes outside, stands on the steps and pulls out her cigarettes. A bad habit, she knows, but it's as part of her now as her own fire is, and it calms her. Soothes her. But when she pretends to hold up a lighter, but draws on her own power instead, nothing happens.
She tries again.
And nothing happens.
Her eyes look around, but there's no one around. Not that anyone could help her, not if they didn't know what she knew, didn't know what was going on with some of the people in the world. She wonders if this is some sort of mind game someone at the Company, or maybe the rival Pinehurst, is playing.
She would put her money on the Company any day.
There's a panic growing inside of her, and the nervous ticks become more pronounced. Eyes darting, finger twining in hair, other hand tapping rapidly against her thigh.
She's without her fire. For the first time in years, she's...
She feels naked. And vulnerable. And she hates it.
What should she do?
Meredith Gordon glances up at the sky, at the sun, looking dark and so out of place, a distorted image of what it should be.
She asks aloud, in a stage whisper no one is around to hear, "What have I done?"