Anywhere but here?

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Thursday October 8th, around midday

I stand at the front of my Salon smoking and staring out into the weather. Wind driven rain. Lovely. No wonder no one came in today.  I hope the Carnival's ok. Hope Zann's figured out how to protect her beloved machines from the coming winter. Cuz shitty as todays weather is, worse is on its way. I scowl out into the rain and run a hand through my bright crimson hair.  Thought that redying it yesterday would make me feel better. Nope. Or at least not for long.

The weather is not the reason for my mood, it's just an excuse.  I'm not sure exactly what is the matter. Could be lots of fucking things. I miss the road. Badly. I wanna get out of town and just go. Somewhere. Anywhere. Anywhere but here. Except I also wanna stay.  The Salon's MINE. I'm not giving it up. And I got friends here. People, like Kate, Valmont and Nohte. Not mention Family, up at the Carnival. I really should track down Will and make him tell me how he's doing and whether he an Boden ever did manage to get together.

Maybe it's none of those. Fuck. I don't know. I toss the remains of my clove cigarette into the street and realize that in spite of the shitty weather I don't wanna go back inside. So I pull another one out. And after a moment of wondering what the hell I'm doing I light up and take a drag.  Go back to staring out at the street.

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Anywhere but here?

[verite-belrose.livejournal.com]

Thursday October 8th, around midday

I stand at the front of my Salon smoking and staring out into the weather. Wind driven rain. Lovely. No wonder no one came in today.  I hope the Carnival's ok. Hope Zann's figured out how to protect her beloved machines from the coming winter. Cuz shitty as todays weather is, worse is on its way. I scowl out into the rain and run a hand through my bright crimson hair.  Thought that redying it yesterday would make me feel better. Nope. Or at least not for long.

The weather is not the reason for my mood, it's just an excuse.  I'm not sure exactly what is the matter. Could be lots of fucking things. I miss the road. Badly. I wanna get out of town and just go. Somewhere. Anywhere. Anywhere but here. Except I also wanna stay.  The Salon's MINE. I'm not giving it up. And I got friends here. People, like Kate, Valmont and Nohte. Not mention Family, up at the Carnival. I really should track down Will and make him tell me how he's doing and whether he an Boden ever did manage to get together.

Maybe it's none of those. Fuck. I don't know. I toss the remains of my clove cigarette into the street and realize that in spite of the shitty weather I don't wanna go back inside. So I pull another one out. And after a moment of wondering what the hell I'm doing I light up and take a drag.  Go back to staring out at the street.

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