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astheocean) wrote2023-01-31 09:04 pm
astheocean) wrote2023-01-31 09:04 pm
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Just four weeks to go until she can finally move out of the stupid fucking Children's Home, and Jules is all but losing her mind with anticipation. Granted, there's a lot to do in that time, too, and it is a little daunting to be about to live on her own for the first time, but all of that pales in comparison to the relief she feels at being so close to not living in an orphanage with a bunch of children, when she hasn't felt like one in a long time, when it's sometimes too painfully reminiscent of parts of her past she would rather not dwell on.
Today, she meant to be out buying things for the apartment she'll be moving into soon, a small collection of necessities beginning to accrue in her storage locker at the Home. She can't help it if she gets sidetracked, though, when she walks past an art supply store, quickly deciding that a little detour is in order. Until she actually has more space, she can't really go overboard, and she probably should be watching her spending anyway, but it isn't as if a new sketchbook or set of pencils, or maybe some watercolors or something, are going to bankrupt her. A girl's got to have an outlet, anyway, and knowing she'll be moving out soon has her feeling all the more stifled in the meantime.
So far, she's mostly just looking around, anyway, though a basket that she knows she's bound to need hangs from one hand. Rounding a corner of one aisle, she smiles when she spots a familiar face. "Hey, Will," she says, making her way over to him. "What're you looking at?"
Today, she meant to be out buying things for the apartment she'll be moving into soon, a small collection of necessities beginning to accrue in her storage locker at the Home. She can't help it if she gets sidetracked, though, when she walks past an art supply store, quickly deciding that a little detour is in order. Until she actually has more space, she can't really go overboard, and she probably should be watching her spending anyway, but it isn't as if a new sketchbook or set of pencils, or maybe some watercolors or something, are going to bankrupt her. A girl's got to have an outlet, anyway, and knowing she'll be moving out soon has her feeling all the more stifled in the meantime.
So far, she's mostly just looking around, anyway, though a basket that she knows she's bound to need hangs from one hand. Rounding a corner of one aisle, she smiles when she spots a familiar face. "Hey, Will," she says, making her way over to him. "What're you looking at?"
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"She's been here a long time. Like, a few years longer than me. By the time I showed up, she had a roommate, and a new girlfriend, and a whole life here."