Re: More like FART EXHIBITION
Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2019 8:57 pm
Fuck yeah!
Aliya couldn't help feeling at least a little bit happy. They had managed to resolve the situation with the need for any more violence. She knew that was a very simple thing to be proud of, in everyday life most situations were resolved without violence, but she knew that the rules of her life were different now. That was what made it feel like such an achievement. Maybe it was also knowing how close they had been to crossing that threshold. It wasn't all good news though, as Michael both revealed and added to. Bert—in her rush to help Benny—had forgotten her bags and Michael himself was leaving.
He spoke as if it was just a temporary thing. That he was just going to look for Bert and then he'd return. Based on the way he spoke and his previous actions though Aliya wasn't sure if he ever intended to return. He must have known the chances of them remaining in one place were low. There was any number of things that could have led to them having to leave or relocate to somewhere else. The chances of them seeing each other again seemed low, she didn't bring it up though. Instead, she gave him a small wave and a parting comment.
"Stay safe."
She turned back to Justin and Tony.
"I'll go get her bags and bring them here." She said and headed off at a jog.
Bert's bags were under the tree, where she had originally left them. Aliya found them easily enough. She knew that they couldn't stay where they were, anyone who came along would have been able to take them. But she didn't immediately bring them back either. Squatting down next to them Aliya, looked through what Bert had, not for anything to steal, but to take stock of her possessions and keep her mind occupied. She could feel the heaviness in her body as the adrenaline of the Justine situation faded away. The dam creaked as her emotions pushed against it. She took several deep breaths in and out. There would be a time she could let it all out, but for the time being, she needed to keep it locked up inside. She needed to stay strong. Not just for her own sake.
Returning to the two boys with her and Bert's bags in tow Aliya gave them a smile.
"So what's your favorite basketball team then?"
((Aliya Kimia Nemati continued elsewhere...))
Aliya couldn't help feeling at least a little bit happy. They had managed to resolve the situation with the need for any more violence. She knew that was a very simple thing to be proud of, in everyday life most situations were resolved without violence, but she knew that the rules of her life were different now. That was what made it feel like such an achievement. Maybe it was also knowing how close they had been to crossing that threshold. It wasn't all good news though, as Michael both revealed and added to. Bert—in her rush to help Benny—had forgotten her bags and Michael himself was leaving.
He spoke as if it was just a temporary thing. That he was just going to look for Bert and then he'd return. Based on the way he spoke and his previous actions though Aliya wasn't sure if he ever intended to return. He must have known the chances of them remaining in one place were low. There was any number of things that could have led to them having to leave or relocate to somewhere else. The chances of them seeing each other again seemed low, she didn't bring it up though. Instead, she gave him a small wave and a parting comment.
"Stay safe."
She turned back to Justin and Tony.
"I'll go get her bags and bring them here." She said and headed off at a jog.
Bert's bags were under the tree, where she had originally left them. Aliya found them easily enough. She knew that they couldn't stay where they were, anyone who came along would have been able to take them. But she didn't immediately bring them back either. Squatting down next to them Aliya, looked through what Bert had, not for anything to steal, but to take stock of her possessions and keep her mind occupied. She could feel the heaviness in her body as the adrenaline of the Justine situation faded away. The dam creaked as her emotions pushed against it. She took several deep breaths in and out. There would be a time she could let it all out, but for the time being, she needed to keep it locked up inside. She needed to stay strong. Not just for her own sake.
Returning to the two boys with her and Bert's bags in tow Aliya gave them a smile.
"So what's your favorite basketball team then?"
((Aliya Kimia Nemati continued elsewhere...))