faderift | buried deep within there's a human

WHO: Chloe Price and YOOOOOOOOOOOU
WHAT: Catch all for May
WHEN: ... May
WHERE: Anywhere and everywhere
NOTES: I feel like Chloe's a generic warning unto herself, but expect swears and innuendo and I'll warn in subject lines for anything that could be worse.

i. my mind's lost in bleak visions (the docks; cw for alcohol use)

When things went crazy at home, Chloe had always gone to the lighthouse. Here, the docks seemed like the closest thing. A place she could sit that was above the water enough to not worry about getting wet, but close enough to stare out over the waves and feel a little more grounded. She didn't know why water was so calming, but it was about all she had to grasp to and she wasn't in the mood to analyze it too deeply because of that.

Normal people might have gone to their friends to confide in the frustrations she had over everything; the growing resentment she felt for being othered as a Rifter, the anger at the propositions being made, the overwhelming exhaustion that came from being distrusted simply because she existed no matter what world she was in. Chloe, however, was taking comfort from a bottle because talking to people was just... hard. Old habits never disappeared no matter how much she tried to change her outlook on life.

So she was sitting near the edge of an empty dock, feet dangling off the edge, bottle in hand, staring out and waiting to see if anyone yelled at her to leave. She was content to stay there long as she was allowed, though - at least until it got too close to curfew and she'd have to trudge back to her room, but that was more than a ways off.

ii. limbs lost to dead weight stake (gallows)

When she wasn't drowning her sorrows down by the docks, Chloe was looking for distractions. She didn't have enough money for shopping distractions to say the least and she was avoiding any research work like the plague while she tried to sort out her emotions, which meant that she was instead looking for them in the only thing she had left; art and mechanics.

When focused on her art, Chloe could be found sitting just about anywhere, paper and charcoal in hands, or homemade paint beside her with a brush instead, making sure to try and capture sketches of the views around her, or pushing out sketches for art that could be used in protest, or if someone were to come by at just the right moment, they might catch her making portraits of a certain elf who had managed to capture her heart and went by the name of Fern.

And when focused on mechanics, she was sitting with a stored broken cart that she had procured months prior, scrap metal beside her, trying to see if she could make a simple engine from the spare parts. Nothing fancy, certainly not enough to make a car, but maybe enough to make pushing heavy loads a bit easier for one person who didn't have a lot of muscle. It was slow going, a good deal of failure and a lot of forehead wrinkling, but it at least kept her mind and her hands busy on something that didn't make her particularly enraged.

iii. take me out of this place i'm in (wild card)

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As luck would have it, Chloe's not the only one loitering around the docks.

Prompto comes here every so often. Being near the sea was a novelty to him, and sometimes he liked to come here just to get a whiff of the breeze and the smell of sea salt. He meanders around the docks, though his usual smile is absent. The same thoughts churning in Chloe's head also occupies his, and it's completely by accident he comes across her while walking.

They haven't spoken in a bit, and he knows the recent news affects her, too. Walking up alongside her, he asks, "Is this seat taken?"

Well, Prompto was definitely better than some guard telling her to buzz off. She shakes her head quickly, waving for him to take a seat if he wanted. Another Rifter who was equally effected by proposed policies was more than welcome, less likely to get the brunt of her frustrations.

"You want some?" She offered the bottle out to him. It wasn't like she paid for it, alright, she's not worried.

Prompto smiles a little before he takes a seat, letting his legs dangle off the edge of the dock.

"You know what, sure." He takes the bottle, nodding in thanks before taking a drink. Not the best swill ever, but it'll do. After handing the bottle back to Chloe, he sighs, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. "Rough couple of days, huh?"

She's glad to see him take a drink - no one likes to drink alone, after all. It's boring. Taking back the bottle, she takes another long gulp from it, letting the burn ground her for a moment, thankfully with just enough time before she hears his question.

The laugh that escapes her is definitely more bitter than it is amused. "Days. Weeks. Months? I don't think shit has stopped since I got here."

Poor Chloe. Prompto at least had some quiet months interspersed in his time with the Inquisition, but the past six have been nuts. "I guess I take back what I said about things eventually calming down." Thanks for making a liar out of him, universe. "This is the first time I've really questioned what the Inquisition's thinking. Though this all reeks of the Chantry butting in."

"Hopefully they'll do something to stop it if they really care about us," she said bitterly. There was a moment where she dug through her pockets, eventually finding a cigarette she'd been given by a native she'd made friends with - Ben, was it? She sucked with names. Either way, she'd been saving it, and glad she had. She waited to light it, though, just sort of playing with it in her hands for a moment.

"If it even works, I guess. It's shit that people volunteered to see if it was even possible. If none of us were willing to be experimented with, they'd never be able to find out in order to implement it, would they?"

"Yeah, I hope so. Not sure how much the Chantry's going to push it, but let's hope they don't. Or can't." They have no leader and they're a divided group right now, which is an advantage for the Inquisition and rifters. But that doesn't mean they can't make things difficult. He glances at the cigarette, frowning in confusion but saying nothing else for the moment.

"Wait, who volunteered for it?" Someone missed that memo.

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