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Kaywinnet Lee "Kaylee" Frye

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Kaylee loved coming to sit and eat in ten forward. She could people watch there. People meant stories and she loved those. On top of that she could see the stars. Back on Serenity she used to wait til the others had gone to sleep sometimes grab a couple of blankets, make herself a hot drink and go sit up in the cockpit. Just watching the stars. Seeing the steam trail away from her mug as the rest of the ship cooled off during the night cycle while all the sleeping quarters were kept warm still.

But this wasn't her girl, somehow this ship didn't seem to sleep. Nightmares and sleeping at all sorts of odd times meant that she'd learned more about the ship. She still missed her girl. The engine room, hammock, and the fairy lights. As well as the books she'd bought for Simon she'd got a few for herself, the serious technical ones were still on the shelf, she was reading something a little more questionable and giggling as she did.

Date: 2015-02-28 10:17 am (UTC)
treadswater: (to lose sight of the shore)
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No one knows her here. No one except for Finnick, Peeta, Hamitch, Katniss and her sister Prim. No one double-takes at her. No one watches her and waits for her to do something odd.

No one even knows her country, which is upsetting in other ways, but there is a heady freedom to being anonymous that Annie hasn't had since she was eighteen.

She doesn't have to be mad, here.

She is, she knows. Just a little bit. But she doesn't have to play at making it worse, or keep to herself. She's hated having to do that, no matter how often she can't cope with talking or even being around people. But it's a little easier here, and so she's been talking to people, a little.

It helps when Finnick's in the room with her, even if sometimes her dependence annoys her. Then again, while they aren't in Panem, she doesn't quite trust this place, either, and doesn't want him out of her sight for that long.

Currently, her fiancé - and no, she's not used to that, being able to think her fiancé - is sitting at another table, writing. Annie got up to get another glass of iced tea before going back to looking at the library on the PADD the Enterprise has given her, and she's on her way back to her and Finnick's table, when she hears the giggle.

The young, brown-haired woman had caught her eye earlier. For one thing, she's one of the few people Annie has seen dressed in vaguely familiarly. Secondly, she's not afraid to laugh at something.

Annie's look is wistful, briefly, and then the woman looks up.

"Um, good book?" Annie manages, fingers tightening around the glass.
Edited Date: 2015-02-28 10:28 am (UTC)

Date: 2015-02-28 10:41 pm (UTC)
treadswater: (he who lets the sea lull him)
From: [personal profile] treadswater
She doesn't know the term 'companion', given the cover of the book (which she can see when Kaylee flicks through it), she's going to go with 'fancy prostitute'.

"Oh, like a, uh, romance novel?"

At least, that's what she's assuming is going on, from the cover. She doesn't mind them, sometimes. Candy floss books.

Date: 2015-03-02 08:39 pm (UTC)
treadswater: (might be under the wave)
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"Sometimes," Annie echoes, both in agreement and in faint emphasis. Sometimes. Not to the extent that the Capitol hides from reality, but then, the couple times she was there, they all seemed to scared.

But no, there's a person here, she's talking to someone, she can keep herself there no matter if she's nervous. So she smiles, a little, and goes, "Oh, no. I mean, I started talking. Um. I'm Annie."

If the woman - Kaylee - hasn't offered a surname, then Annie's not going to, either.

"And been here a few weeks? A few weeks, maybe three."

At least if Kaylee is asking, she's not one of the people who saw her and Finnick throw themselves at each other. Hopefully. Maybe Annie just looks too different now, with her hair down and clothes back to 'loose jacket and loose pants'.

"Y-you?"

Date: 2015-03-07 10:50 pm (UTC)
treadswater: (whether to sail or watch)
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"Oh, I, uh." Annie stops. "My fiancé." There's a quick, happy grin at that - it's still such a new word - and then Annie shrugs. "But, he's doing things, so I can, I can sit. For a little bit."

She has been very, very lonely for a very, very long time, and it's enough to get over her shyness. At least, for the moment.

Annie pulls out a chair, trying not to make too much noise, and sits down.

"Stopped on dirt? You mean, like going to port? Um. Or, planet?"

Date: 2015-03-13 04:03 am (UTC)
treadswater: (the sea has a playful side)
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For a moment, Annie just looks startled. Someone is...happy for her? A stranger? But the woman seems sincere, and...happy. For her.

Shyly, Annie grins back. "Um, no, we ain't. Not yet, anyway."

Then she blinks.

"Never been...oh. I can't even imagine that. I'm from Earth, but we only ever heard of the Solar System."

Date: 2015-03-19 05:46 am (UTC)
treadswater: (whether to sail or watch)
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Annie smiles at that, at all the images Kaylee's words conjure. "Maybe if we got to know some folk here. Be a pretty quiet party elsewise."

Still, she's happy to move on - if not else because the brother she's closest to is dead, and for their own safety, she doesn't know her half-siblings.

And it's not as if Kaylee isn't offering her other things.

The look on Annie's face is one of genuine wonder. "So, so many systems," she whispers. Then she laughs, a little. "Yep, I would. Have an excuse to go places, and get paid, certainly go and sign up."

Date: 2015-04-21 10:39 pm (UTC)
treadswater: (the sounds of the shoreline)
From: [personal profile] treadswater
This is because you don't think I'm mad so far, Annie thinks a second after she grins at Kaylee, bright and startled and delighted. It's a thought that makes her smile falter, although she tries to hide it by ignoring, by moving onto the rest of what the woman is talking about.

"Well, 'not always' ain't exactly the same thing as 'never'," she says, but with the kind of smile which suggests she's familiar with inconsistent wages. "And, yeah. Family. My momma's shrimp boat sometimes ran just on that, and nothin' else."

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