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[dignity_misery]

POLY-VERSARY -- Video
[ She hasn't lived in one of the tall city apartment complexes in quite some time now. It had gotten to be too bloody and too haunted at some point, and she had moved down by the water. It was more peaceful there for her. Today, however, she's gone back to where she started, cold wind pulling fingers through her hair. ]

Two years now. [ There's a rustling noise, camera tumbled around in her hands as she pulls open an aluminum wrapping. A piece of candy gets popped in her mouth, chewing for a moment before she continues, ] All I wanted was to go home. I didn't want mon amour to think he could get away from me that easily.

[ She sits down on the ledge of the building, her body facing inwards and her eyes facing out over the city. ]

And I spent the rest of the time wanting to die.

[ The camera is set down, leaving her free to unwrap another piece of candy, throwing the little gold wrapper out into the open where the wind takes it away. ]

That's still all that's waiting back there. I'm in no hurry.

MISTLETOE -- Action Open to All

CAFE

[ There is a cafe that Carla frequents, regularly. She likes their pastries, but she has also taken it up as an unofficial place to work. Sometimes she sketches, sometimes she brings along a small project to paint. It's the latter today, and she has taken over a window-side booth. Feel free to lean in and take a look, there's certainly no mistletoe lurking overhead. ]

GROCERY

[ Surprisingly enough, Carla's cart at the grocery store has things in it other than chocolate. There is not only dog food, but also things like fruit and vegetables. And steak, quite a lot of steak. Also all the bleach and sponges you could ask for.

Should you watch her closely enough, you will see her very purposefully knock over a large pyramid display of packaged candies, smiling to herself, before flitting off to check out. ]

LIBRARY

[ She hasn't worked here in quite a while, the obtuse nature of the library had aggravated something already off kilter inside of her, and she had abandoned the pursuit in favor of beating people up for money. Still, now better situated, she sometimes drops in to see what she can find. In the back of her mind, she had been looking for some soviet novelists, so of course...

What she found was Dirty Little Christmas. She's not complaining, she's just found a place to sit and snicker over it. ]

HOME / HOME AWAY FROM HOME

[ She will make stops at both her beachfront flat, as well as her family estate in the forest.

She's been having a small snowball war with some teenagers, however, so watch out, she may nail you by mistake. (She started it, you know she did.) ]

OTHER

[ Feel free to craft your very own scenario, wherever you think it would be convenient to run in to her. I want all the kisses. ]

Comments

[intheblanks]

I've made notes of all the salient points.

[Well she could try to bully him. He's never really minded that. He lets the leaflet drop into the clear plastic returns box and heads over to her.]

Looking for a Christmas position?

[dignity_misery]

No.

[ A simple answer. After two years here and enough friends gone back home, leaving nothing but money and objects behind, she's not particularly hurting for work. She may have even go so far as to sell a painting or two. ]

I wanted something to read.

[intheblanks]

[He ducks enough to look at her book's cover. Looks up at her. Looks back.]

Huh. It's usually easier to guess whether or not someone found what they wanted.

[dignity_misery]

I wanted Tolstoy.

[ But she can't really say she's disappointed either. ]

[intheblanks]

Non-violent resistance, lady under a train, or something more festive?

[he's smiling, though.]

How've you been?

[Last time he saw her he was threatening detentions over namecalling, or something.]

[dignity_misery]

[ Since it doesn't matter what she was looking for, she glosses to her usual response, ]

I've been fine. I assume you have been too.

[ Conversational skills lacking, Carolena. ]

[intheblanks]

I've been good. [And his answer's honest.] Weirdly... settled. [Like he doesn't know quite when that happened, and it's a fragile thing - almost to be apologised for in this city.]

Can I get you a coffee, if you're done?

[dignity_misery]

I don't drink coffee.

[ She never won't answer that way. ]

[intheblanks]

But 'hot beverages and accompanying snacks' sounds so much less like a cutesy American sitcom.

[dignity_misery]

I didn't know you had aspirations to live a sitcom life.

[ But she might be putting her book on any old shelf and turning to stare at him expectantly anyway. ]