ichoosefight: (🌹 the girl can talk)
[ Steph begins the video feed like she always does it, with the camera displaying her face and a few cute doodles in the background. But once she starts talking she just keeps going and the stream of words doesn’t seem to stop. Her hands move in time to the words but not with any logic, like she’s only half-feeling the effect of her words and it’s just a token expressive effort. ]

I hear people arguing over who’s a good guy and who’s a bad guy and who deserves to be a warden and who doesn’t and all it does is remind me how much I really hate this place. Because it doesn’t matter, what’s right and wrong doesn’t matter and we can’t do anything about it. Some people are wardens and some people are inmates and everybody wants some definitive reason but there just isn’t one. I feel like a Roman doctor, trying to kill bacteria that don’t even have names yet and just covering everyone in leeches.

[ A pause. A very brief pause, in which she considers that last statement. And then it begins again. ]

Did the Romans cover people in leeches? I don’t remember. It’s been a while since I’ve had a history class. And that’s another thing I hate, I used to be okay with taking a vacation and turning in the homework that’s been sitting in my desk for months but now I’m too scared to. People leave and they don’t come back, or they come back different, or someone else comes back instead and you lose everything because you just wanted to get a grade on your psych paper already.

So it’s all or nothing, and I’m stuck here because I care too much to just up and leave even though the system is stupid and some of you are really awful and people I care about keep getting hurt.

[ A sigh, and she ends on a bitter note: ]

Whoever said it first was right. I must be crazy.
ichoosefight: (sneaky ninja stuff... in a dress)
[ Stephanie Gordon has been applying to schools for the last several months. At the age of 18 her high school days are almost over and it would seem she has a bright future ahead of her in journalism or some such thing. She's starting to get interviews, but she's not too happy with her prospects at the moment. In fact, she's already considering widening the net and trying places even further away from home. Why, you ask? ]

I swear, if I hear one more person tell me I would be happier in an all girls school I'm gonna break somebody's nose. Yes, I might be, but it's the principle of the thing, you know? It's not like I didn't apply to any.

[ She just got back from a college interview. She's pretty sure she didn't get in, but she may as well make a point while she's all dolled up. ]

Speaking of which, has anyone heard anything about the Times scholarship? I was supposed to hear from them some time this week, but I guess the letter could have gotten lost in the mail.

[ She huffs, glances away from the screen and tucks a stray hair into place out of her eyes. ]

Anyway, how is everybody? Ready for the weekend?
ichoosefight: (friendship)
[ The video opens on two very sweaty girls outside of the Closed Training Simulator. Steph looks significantly the worse for wear than Cass and is still breathing almost too heavily to talk, but both girls look like they’re enjoying themselves. ]

So, the CTS cleans itself, right? [ She laughs, but it sounds more like gasping. ] I should have asked that before I agreed to this.

[ Cass just grins at Steph, far more focused on her friend than the fact that she’s being recorded. ]

You knew... what would happen. You threw up way more, should have to... clean it yourself.

[ She doesn’t mean that for a second, because she’d never stick Steph with all the work, but still. Teasing. ]

What? No, I’m practically an invalid! Look at me, I-- [ She pauses, an odd look on her face, and the camera pans around a bit. ] Cass, can you, I’m gonna--

[ Of course, Cass saw it coming, manages to grab Steph’s comm before it falls to the ground and just kind of holds it haphazardly as she reaches over to rub the other girl’s back. And then, the sounds of someone being very much sick. Don’t worry, she stuck her head back in the CTS so it’s all the same place. She goes on weakly from off-screen. ]

Totally worth it.

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Purple is Steph
Red is Cass

Tagging order is YOU>Steph>Cass ]
ichoosefight: (sore neck)
[Text]

I still want to have a party. The pool is heated, might be fun. Or maybe decorate gingerbread cookies or something. Anyway it’s coming, whenever I’m feeling better. I’m open to suggestions.

[Spam for Cass/Kon] )

[Spam for Anyone] )
ichoosefight: (Default)
[ Spam ]

[ Steph the Otter has a great deal of energy, and there is so much playing to be done. She wanders back and forth between the pool, the CES, the cafeteria and her room, where she occasionally attempts to turn on the shower and more than once ends up playing with her shampoo bottles instead. She's lying if she says it's all animal instinct. Her animal instincts tell her that she should be hunting for food to fuel her otter-metabolism instead of wasting energy, but her human mind tells her that this is going to be over in a few days and there is no shortage of fish in both the cafeteria and the CES. She hasn't been in a mood to play around in a while, and damned if she's going to let this opportunity pass without getting the full otter experience.

In the CES she swims in whatever water she can find and eats whatever she can catch that she can ascertain was never an inmate or a warden. In the pool she simply plays, and makes certain that no, her fur is totally water resistant and she isn't shedding in the water at all. In the cafeteria she eats as much as she can fit into her stomach at the time before moving on to the hallways to look for more fun. ]

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