[Steph feels a little weird about being at the Summit, when she signed up with the Good Will Corps it was because she wanted to help by doing something, and words aren't exactly her strong suit. Half the Good Will Corps seemed to be invited, which makes it a little less awkward, though she still isn't quite sure what her purpose is supposed to be.
It seems important, at least, to be a Leithian and a Company employee who isn't… terrible, who doesn't hold anything against Westerley just for their existence, so she shows up every day and tries to listen, even if she doesn't have much to contribute. As far as she can see, there isn't an easy solution to all the problems, but she can understand the frustration of Westies in a way that sits like a familiar weight in her chest.
So when some fancy-looking Leithian starts spouting off about how Westies don't deserve a replacement for the Accords after they poisoned people, Steph can't keep her mouth shut.]
You can't just blame an entire population for the actions of a few of them, that's shitty!
[She's not exactly eloquent but she's gonna (verbally) fight this dude anyway.]
Fight club; I discussed this option with a couple people feel free to jump in if you want!!
[Ever since the hijacking attempt over the Badlands, something has been itching under Steph's skin, a need to find the ease and familiarity she felt while dodging and throwing punches again. She has no idea what it means, but it's something to hold on to when not a lot else makes sense to her, so she does. It isn't a plan, ending up in the basement of a sleazy bar surrounded by a shouting crowd, but she was in the bar having a drink when she overheard a couple talking about the fighting going on downstairs, and she'd been curious.
Twenty minutes later, she'd ended up in the haphazardly drawn ring.
It's not the same as the fight in the Badlands, there's less desperation but the fights go on longer, requiring a little more thought than it did before, when she can't just rely on pure instinct to carry her through each moment, which results in her taking a few more hits than she did before. They don't bother her as much as she feels like it should, the pain is there, but it's easy to push away.
Even though she's taking some hits, she's still damn good, and she's still enjoying the hell out of this. Adrenalin is a hell of a drug, especially when combined with the thrill of knowing something, more than just the way she can fly and cook and do all those boring everyday things. A kick connects with someone's chest, knocking the breath out of them, and it feels like coming home.]
steph brown | westerley | week 6
[Steph feels a little weird about being at the Summit, when she signed up with the Good Will Corps it was because she wanted to help by doing something, and words aren't exactly her strong suit. Half the Good Will Corps seemed to be invited, which makes it a little less awkward, though she still isn't quite sure what her purpose is supposed to be.
It seems important, at least, to be a Leithian and a Company employee who isn't… terrible, who doesn't hold anything against Westerley just for their existence, so she shows up every day and tries to listen, even if she doesn't have much to contribute. As far as she can see, there isn't an easy solution to all the problems, but she can understand the frustration of Westies in a way that sits like a familiar weight in her chest.
So when some fancy-looking Leithian starts spouting off about how Westies don't deserve a replacement for the Accords after they poisoned people, Steph can't keep her mouth shut.]
You can't just blame an entire population for the actions of a few of them, that's shitty!
[She's not exactly eloquent but she's gonna (verbally) fight this dude anyway.]
Fight club; I discussed this option with a couple people feel free to jump in if you want!!
[Ever since the hijacking attempt over the Badlands, something has been itching under Steph's skin, a need to find the ease and familiarity she felt while dodging and throwing punches again. She has no idea what it means, but it's something to hold on to when not a lot else makes sense to her, so she does. It isn't a plan, ending up in the basement of a sleazy bar surrounded by a shouting crowd, but she was in the bar having a drink when she overheard a couple talking about the fighting going on downstairs, and she'd been curious.
Twenty minutes later, she'd ended up in the haphazardly drawn ring.
It's not the same as the fight in the Badlands, there's less desperation but the fights go on longer, requiring a little more thought than it did before, when she can't just rely on pure instinct to carry her through each moment, which results in her taking a few more hits than she did before. They don't bother her as much as she feels like it should, the pain is there, but it's easy to push away.
Even though she's taking some hits, she's still damn good, and she's still enjoying the hell out of this. Adrenalin is a hell of a drug, especially when combined with the thrill of knowing something, more than just the way she can fly and cook and do all those boring everyday things. A kick connects with someone's chest, knocking the breath out of them, and it feels like coming home.]