uncharted territories -tristan-

[Arabella Hart]

I 'V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.

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Arabella had been very much surprised when Haven Tam had come into her room not long after supper. She heard one being pushed with occasional huffs but thought it was Kayle dragging around some engine part to ask the captain to replace. Nope, she had been wrong.The spunky brunette had dropped about two boxes of books on the floor one at a time. She had babbled on about not wanting to bring too much when they landed on Persephone. They were a couple to three days out from the planet but she was already on a whirlwind of packing and spending time with the crew. Arabella was doing her best to stay out of every body’s way. She would leave her room to go cook for everyone or bring people meals who didn’t come down to the galley. When not there she usually in her room. Either she’d be napping as she hardly slept, reading or making minor mends to her clothing. Right now she was working on making a whole new skirt from some silk she had purchased a few months before leaving Athens. Her clothing supply was meager and she needed to get some more or make some.

A few hours had passed since the books were brought to her. After laying down for a little under two of those, she had gotten up to sort through them. A couple didn’t appeal to her right off so were left in one box. The others were taken out and lined up against the wall. Since these weren't technically hers even if Haven said Arabella could have them, she wanted them kept separate from the ones she owned. About three quarters were lined up after one was set aside for her to read. It was one she had heard of about two sisters who knew nothing about one another but fate and one ship brought them together. Sticking her head out of the doorway, she pushed the door fully open. It was quiet. The infirmary which Simon and Haven usually flitted about in was unoccupied. she figured everyone was either asleep or gathered up together for more time together. Seeing the little common area empty, Arabella clutched the book as she walked out of the room she occupied.

Folding her body onto the couch, Arabella’s slipper covered feet were underneath her. The long skirt she wore, as was all of her bottoms, was tugged at to make sure nothing showed. As she opened the book up in her lap, Arabella pushed her hair over her shoulder. It fell down in waves, her bangs held back by a headband. Several people had offered to trim her hair but she had shrugged it off. She didn’t feel comfortable enough with anyone touching her hair or anything else like that. She knew she was long overdue but it didn’t seem important. Losing herself in the words, her arm pulled up to rest on the back of the couch. Her hand circled the back of her neck which tilted her head to the side a little. Resting comfortably, hopefully sleep would come to her soon as well.

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[tam]

Tristan paced from corner to corner in his shuttle. He was doing his best at trying to hide from his sister. It was childish, he knew that, but he didn’t want to talk to her. He couldn’t believe that she was actually leaving. All those days, no weeks, of thinking this phase would pass and it hadn’t. She really was going. It was heart breaking. Tristan didn’t want her to leave him, but she didn’t seem to care. There was only so much he could do to avoid her though. He had listened to her pack most of the day, but now she had left the shuttle for some reason or another. He had to get out. He was hungry, as much as he hated to admit it, and he needed to get out of the small space he’d confined himself to. Maybe a quick jaunt to the galley and then the engine room would do him some good.

Peeking around the corner to his sister’s side of the shuttle, his heart broke just a bit more at the boxes that were stacked haphazardly about the place. He had to get out of there. Quickly he slipped out the door and along the cat walks toward the galley. Get something to eat and then find a new place to hide. His sister was, no doubt, already on her way back to the shuttle. She’d been nice enough not to push him, but it was only a matter of time before she found him and made him talk to her. Right now he couldn’t deal with that. He wanted to stay angry with her. He didn’t want to understand or listen to her. He just wanted to feed off the anger and despair that he was slowly drowning in. Was that too much to ask for?

Tristan quietly made his way into the galley, having avoided most of the crew by this point, and the few he hadn’t managed to avoid didn’t seem to pay him any mind. Good. They were too focused on the upcoming job. That gave him time to grab a fresh red apple from the galley. He loved apples, the crisp sound they made when bitten into them, followed by the flow of juices. It was surreal and refreshing. They didn’t get apples very often, but when a job scored them more money than usual Tristan was the first to get the apples. They were just too good. He probably looked like some deprived child, but he just couldn’t help himself. He really did love them.

It wasn’t until Tristan was headed to the engine room that he almost found himself face to face with his sister. At least he thought that was her. So instead he found himself slipping down the stairs next to the med lab. His eyes focusing on the stairs behind him and not really on where he was going. So when his foot missed a step and he found himself coming to an abrupt stop in a heap on the floor. He hadn’t fallen down those stairs since he was just a boy running around like an idgit. Now here he was…groaning and to top it off he caught a flash of blonde hair out of the corner of his eye. Oh for the love of Buddha please don’t let her have seen that!

[Arabella Hart]

I 'V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.

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Arabella found this vessel to be an interesting one. There were two distinct families and everyone else blended into one as well. When first joining it came off they had legitimate work. Some murmurs told her perhaps that wasn't so. As long as she wasn't directly involve she had no care at all as to what they were doing. Aside from stocking up on some things, she had no plans to do anything. John talked of dragging her out but that may be the alcohol. He was about the only person she was relaxed around. Either she didn't interact with people or they were too hyper for her. Such as Haven. She couldn't keep up with her energy. And Jayne but that's because he was just scary. Still someone had mentioned that people who came here found a home. Arabella wasn't sure about that...

She figured she'd never have a home again. What she thought had been her's turned out to be a prison. Even before that she knew that wasn't her life-it was one other's wanted for her. Now she was trying to find her own path. She was learning while she loved to cook, she hated to eat with everyone. Not just because she didn't know them too well; just she felt out of place. Being raised a lady there were still habits that stayed with her. Everyone else seemed not to care so much. Not just here but across the places she has been. She tried so hard to fit in wherever she went but it was hard. Since the....attack she reverted to old habits to feel safe. Despite leaving her life in Londinium behind, she felt safe with the mannerisms which she was raised with. Ones where the waited for others to begin eating. And she never let anyone see her get flustered with the way she messed up. There were other things but they weren't huge. They weren't on her thoughts as she flipped through the first chapter with ease.

Sinking into the worn couch, she was feeling fairly relaxed by now. At the sound of foot steps Arabella glanced upwards. It was one of the mechanics. An odd one but not like she had room to talk. Tristan hadn't really been around lately. When she went to bring him and his mother their lunch, only Kaylee had been there. Arabella was told to take it back but last she looked it was still there. Along with his portion of dinner. Shrugging him off she went back to her hook until she heard the clatter of human hitting metal. Tossing the book aside she went to him. Standing above the brunette heap, she looked down as she tilted her head. "That was brilliant. Do you need help?" She was always reluctant to have guys touching her but she figured if he needed it she could suffer through the panic attack. Arabella looked around to see if either Haven or Simon was around. He didn't look too banged up but one never knew.

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