Post by Jaiyana Letizia Robinson on Mar 20, 2013 11:29:03 GMT -8
Jaiyana was, frankly, exceptionally bored. Breaks between military tours sounded pretty awesome when you were three months into a military tour, but Jai had always found them to be somewhat underwhelming when they actually rolled around...she wondered if the fact she wasn't very social had anything to do with that. There had been the run-in with Diego three or four months ago, but since then the Palestinian hadn't made much of an effort to 'integrate' into Addison's community because she didn't really see the point in it. Unless people happened to be in the army as well, she didn't have much else for them except caustic sarcasm or a knife against their throat. Even for people in the army, she often had little time for them as well. Jai was just a very closed person, and given where she'd grown up as a kid and all the things she'd done, she considered people getting close a negative thing, because then they expected her to want to talk about what things that had happened to her in the refugee camp she'd lived in for seventeen years. Things the small woman would rather forget...was desperate to forget about.
So that was how the soldier found herself sitting in the Sugar Shack, absent-mindedly stirring a cup of coffee while she contemplated why on earth she'd decided to move to somewhere as sleepy and out of the way as here, instead of staying in Salt Lake City like she should have. Oh wait yes, because she'd had no choice and had been sent here to see a psychiatrist who'd moved out of town recently anyway. Not to mention the fact Joshua was in town as well which was enough to make her want to hit something. Regardless, she'd finally gotten bored of the sleepless nights, paperwork and the occasional swim despite the freezing temperatures...plus she'd run out of food. Which rarely happened because the Palestinian hardly ever bothered to eat anything, still so stuck in the habit of going days without food the way she had as a child.
Regardless, spring was now here and while she hadn't come into it determined to turn over a new leaf, she'd headed out of her house in Brentwood for the first time in weeks and gone to do some grocery shopping, stopping for a quick shot of caffeine in the process. It was getting warmer every day, warm enough to be wearing tank tops, which she'd forgotten showed off the scars all over her back. No wonder she was getting such funny looks from people; not that Jai really noticed or cared if she did. Scars and tattoos were what made the twenty-six year old; them and her tiny five-feet-three frame were what identified her from all her comrades. They were a part of her, a part that she wasn't too bothered about covering up. The way she saw it, if people didn't like it they could just as well stop looking. Eventually, the woman looked up, shaking her head a little as if to get rid of some unwanted thought or memory that had surfaced...which was extremely likely, given how many of those she actually had.
So that was how the soldier found herself sitting in the Sugar Shack, absent-mindedly stirring a cup of coffee while she contemplated why on earth she'd decided to move to somewhere as sleepy and out of the way as here, instead of staying in Salt Lake City like she should have. Oh wait yes, because she'd had no choice and had been sent here to see a psychiatrist who'd moved out of town recently anyway. Not to mention the fact Joshua was in town as well which was enough to make her want to hit something. Regardless, she'd finally gotten bored of the sleepless nights, paperwork and the occasional swim despite the freezing temperatures...plus she'd run out of food. Which rarely happened because the Palestinian hardly ever bothered to eat anything, still so stuck in the habit of going days without food the way she had as a child.
Regardless, spring was now here and while she hadn't come into it determined to turn over a new leaf, she'd headed out of her house in Brentwood for the first time in weeks and gone to do some grocery shopping, stopping for a quick shot of caffeine in the process. It was getting warmer every day, warm enough to be wearing tank tops, which she'd forgotten showed off the scars all over her back. No wonder she was getting such funny looks from people; not that Jai really noticed or cared if she did. Scars and tattoos were what made the twenty-six year old; them and her tiny five-feet-three frame were what identified her from all her comrades. They were a part of her, a part that she wasn't too bothered about covering up. The way she saw it, if people didn't like it they could just as well stop looking. Eventually, the woman looked up, shaking her head a little as if to get rid of some unwanted thought or memory that had surfaced...which was extremely likely, given how many of those she actually had.
