Father's Day...
Jun. 20th, 2010 09:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grandtheftmecha[Katina took all of Father's Day off, and has been doing her own thing. Now, in the evening, she sits on a bench on top of the tower. She has two bottles with her that she's taken a few small sips out of as she looks up into the sky.]
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Date: 2010-06-21 03:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-22 01:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-22 01:45 am (UTC)[She pauses and swallows a lump in her throat.]
I know people have it worse than me, hell I've got it pretty good compared to a lot of them, so maybe this is supposed to be my one really bad day to make up for it. I dunno.
[And another drink, because she knows she won't be able to talk about much of anything without it right now.]
Hey... d'ya mind... listening to me rant a little? It'll probably be a pain in the ass to listen to, so you don't have to...
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Date: 2010-06-22 01:53 am (UTC)[He leans back, clasping his hands behind his head. Wasn't listening to her rant part of the territory now, anyway?]
Of course not. Hit me.
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Date: 2010-06-22 02:01 am (UTC)And if she could read minds she'd ask him what territory that was.]...hell, now where do I start?
Huh...
Terrible at this kinda thing but here goes. I was born and raised in Detroit. Probably doesn't mean much to you, but it's a big ol' dirty city, not the nicest place. Have an older brother, my mom... had my dad... so things were better than they could've been.
I was real close to my dad. Playing games or sports, going to him when I had a problem... textbook 'daddy's little girl.'
[She knew she was off on a tangent already, but it seems easier this way. Taking yet another swig of whiskey has a similar effect.]
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Date: 2010-06-22 02:10 am (UTC)My dad... he was scared as hell to see his daughter going off to war, especially since I wanted to see the frontlines, but... he supported me. He knew I'd made up my mind, so he supported me the best he could. It was... hell. I was so damn young, and I'd never killed anyone, but I made it through... fuck, I got myself promoted for doing what I did. Hurt like hell though, probably screwed with me more than I figured. My dad was there for me again when things were hard... but... it...
[She pauses to take a breath.]
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Date: 2010-06-22 02:19 am (UTC)I got some help from a few friends... from my reputation... to get into pilot school. They needed more, so I got fast-tracked into test pilot school... things got a little... difficult for me.
[She pauses again, but only briefly so she can get it all out at once.]
I got obsessed with what I was doing. The military didn't tell me to stop, figured I could pull through, they needed... needed more people. Dad saw it though, knew it wasn't healthy. We fought a lot then... not just, you know, rebellious kid stuff, but really... getting at each other. I was... such a bitch to him...
Cut myself off from my family for a while... figured I didn't need 'em... could do it all myself... I-I was... tough, and everyone around me knew it... stopped checking my mail, got a new phone number... ignored everything about 'em for months...
[At this point, she takes a longer break to steady herself, blaming the whiskey that she really didn't drink much of.]
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Date: 2010-06-22 02:29 am (UTC)Damned... damned alcohol is all...
[She rubs at her face a little, pressing on.]
He... while I was ignoring them... he had a heart attack. Doc said it was stress... mom couldn't... afford to hold off the funeral either... got in... touch with me a week... later.
[Katina turns away with her eyes clenched shut, suddenly embarrassed for going off like this.]
Damned whiskey...
[She still hasn't really had very much of it.]
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Date: 2010-06-22 03:40 am (UTC)Well... that sucks.
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Date: 2010-06-22 03:49 am (UTC)...yeah... yeah, it fucking sucks like hell.
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Date: 2010-06-22 03:56 am (UTC)Look. I'm probably one of the worst people to be talking to about this, and I have no idea what kind of man your father was.
... But I doubt he'd be at all happy over you moping like this over him. Shit happens.
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Date: 2010-06-22 03:56 am (UTC)Either way, you'll feel better.no subject
Date: 2010-06-22 04:03 am (UTC)You are... heh... a pretty awful choice, aren't you?
[She doesn't look happy but she's also not crying, though tear stains are still visible.]
Dunno why I talk to you at all... tellin' me to just... just get over it...
[She grabs a handful of his outfit.]
But dammit... you're probably right.
[She isn't letting go though - she might still want to punch him.]
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Date: 2010-06-22 04:11 am (UTC)You knew what you were getting into, talking to me.
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Date: 2010-06-22 04:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-22 04:22 am (UTC)Yeah. I didn't want... any stupid pop-psych routines... or a pity party. Guess I coulda gone to Mao for this too... but... I'm glad you came. Really. Thanks.
[She just... lets her hand fall. She'd embarrass herself if she hit him right now.]
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Date: 2010-06-23 01:40 am (UTC)Oh thank god she didn't hit him.Viral sighs, leaning back against the bench now that he was free of her grip.]Don't mention it.
...
I can shut up now, if you want.
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Date: 2010-06-23 02:02 am (UTC)At least that's what I think, maybe I'm just crazy.
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Date: 2010-06-23 02:57 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-06-23 03:00 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-06-23 03:21 am (UTC)[She holds the bottles out to Viral.]
You know, they both liked to share.
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Date: 2010-06-23 03:25 am (UTC)A fine merit of their character.
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