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So.

Who promised you the world on a platter while you were here, that's what I want to know. Who promised you the rose garden and the happy ever after with lace and sugar and a ribbon on top without oh, I don't know... you not having to actually work for it at all? Which "they" walked up to you and said you had to trust them and they expected it from you? Mmm? Hell, I haven't even told Miles anything of the sort.

So some of you keep saying "they" lied to you. Some keep saying "they" as though it were some sort of curse word, but fact is, I don't know anyone called "They" here. And some of you keep acting as though you're being kept in jail.

I'm wondering here. Who?

Date: 2004-02-06 10:44 am (UTC)
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Speaking as the "femme with her face smashed in and a gun to her head", I've got to say that while I wasn't expecting a free ride, I wasn't expecting to have my face smashed in an a gun held to my head in my first week. If Remy hadn't happened along, I wouldn't be here. Simple as that.

I don't expect things to be easy. They haven't been yet, an I don't expect them to change. But I was told that this was a better place than the streets, an I believed Romany an Pete an the X geezer when they told me that. An I don't see this place as a prison - if I did you wouldn't see the dust for me leaving. I'm willing to give this place a shot, since its willing to give me a shot. But its hard to live the normal life I'm expected, of classes an homework an all the rest of it, when I don't know whose coming after us next. I wasn't told by anyone that there had been previous raids, that there was a possibility of others, an that there were people here with connections to groups that might have a problem with those people being here. This is stuff I need to know, at least so I have a hiding place scoped out next time armed bastards come through the wide-open front door. Which I've done, by the way.

I'm working to learn how to protect meself. I'm working at getting better at me schoolwork so I can do something other than stand on street corners offering meself for a tenner. I'm working at learning to control me magic, an me mutation. I'm working to learn how to trust people, when I've never had cause to before. I'm not expecting any of it to come easy, believe me. This ain't a jail - bed's are more comfy, for a start. An if you want me gone, I'm gone. But don't sit there an say I expect everything on a silver platter, because I'm working harder than I ever have because Pete seems to think this place can do something for me, an him I trust. Least until I find out he's forgotten any more secret memos. *grins*

In return, all I expect is to be able to walk down the fucking hall without some bastard leaping out at me an deciding I'd look better with a major gunshot wound to the head. Not entirely unreasonable, I'd say.

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Date: 2004-02-06 10:39 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] xp_daytripper
Well, that's up to each and every single one of us. Attitude in the doing, will be telling. Very much so.

Protection spell on the house. Healing meself an three other people. Taking every defence class I can get, 'cause magic don't do shit against metal guns.

I'm doin' what I can.

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