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Day 28; Bus 3
There was, Naomi decided, some sort of cosmic irony in all of this. Not that she was trapped in a deranged and possibly other-worldly asylum with a man she'd idolized for years and a boy who was being investigated for - among other things - the murder of her fiance. No, at this point, those were perfectly normal occurrences. Rather it was the soft, pretty, feminine pink sweater dress she'd been stuffed into in the morning. A chance to wear normal clothes, and she looked like a soccer mom. The white blazer and white boots only made her look like a soccer mom who maybe hadn't given up gogo boots.
It was humiliating. Why couldn't she have jeans and a sweater? And sneakers? Something she would conceivably wear? Not this damned pink monstrosity. And her nurse kept saying how pretty she was.
She didn't care if she looked pretty.
Grumbling to herself, and taking it out on her muffin, Naomi was shoved onto an empty bus and told to 'sit tight'. Oh, she'd sit tight alright....
At least she was relatively certain L was alright. She'd spent the whole night with him, and other than falling on his ass, nothing had happened to him. And hopefully nothing would happen to him in town, either....
It was humiliating. Why couldn't she have jeans and a sweater? And sneakers? Something she would conceivably wear? Not this damned pink monstrosity. And her nurse kept saying how pretty she was.
She didn't care if she looked pretty.
Grumbling to herself, and taking it out on her muffin, Naomi was shoved onto an empty bus and told to 'sit tight'. Oh, she'd sit tight alright....
At least she was relatively certain L was alright. She'd spent the whole night with him, and other than falling on his ass, nothing had happened to him. And hopefully nothing would happen to him in town, either....
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"Well," he said heavily, "I'm honestly not sure what it's worth in these circumstances, but if I can ever be of help to you in any way..." He let that go, leaving it to be interpreted as he figured the only way it could.
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She regarded him solemnly for a long moment, head atilt and gaze intent, before giving another one of those slight smiles. "I think this is one of those situations where potential allies are invaluable. And for what it's worth, you can consider the same true on my end. If I can be of any assistance..." Her hand described a brief gesture, in lieu of speech.
A peculiarity of this place, she thought, placing so many in a situation that necessitated cooperation between so many disparate groups, most of them unknown to one another at the outset. The potential for poor judgement was astronomical. But then, there were rarely any rewards without risk.
Had the aim not been so clearly malevolent, she would have considered it a brilliant lesson.