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❪ open starter ❫
it wasn't often that juno ended up in town. while some seemed to come and go from colony house near-daily, juno tended to stay in a small circle around the house. some of it was leftover paranoia from their first few days in town, when even the slightest dip in light levels would send them scrambling back towards the shelter of the old mansion, but it had grown into a kind of habit of its own. something to fix was as good an excuse as any.
in an effort to meet more people, and to extend the goodwill between colony house and the town, juno had offered up their mechanical services to anyone who wanted them. backpack of tools slung over their shoulder, they arrived at the first place they'd been told needed someone to lend a hand.
" hello? " juno called out, glancing around.
✦ ( ☆ ) › 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋.
𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 eyes is the talisman. it hangs from the colony home . . . it’s like the smear of a lambs blood protecting god’s creation. she thinks : i didn’t ask for this burden , why do you punish me as if i did ? index finger slides down the coarse rock. ❛❛ is this our god now ? ❜❜ there’s a tingling sensation in her cadence ; it’s a joke and she can only hope it comes across as such.
juno pauses, their steps slowing to a halt as they take in the other's words. it's something they've thought about a decent amount, though it would be something hard to avoid thinking about in circumstances like these: is there a higher power? enough people seem to think ( at least at first ) that this might be hell that it's hard to avoid the subject.
" i dunno, " they reply, more thoughtfully than they intended. " i guess it depends on how you define 'god'. if we rely on it and put our faith in it, then maybe, yeah. but only in as much as we give it those things. " juno shrugs. " i don't really mind either way so long as it keeps working... "
OPEN ; the brundle, early morning
the second daylight starts creeping in and it is once again declared safe to leave, aaron gets out of colony house and heads out to the brundle. it's most likely empty so early in the morning, a piece of desolate safe haven, which he longs for today. he's been doing better, though, with people—whether it's necessity or a part of him that he never knew existed before, aaron's been a lot more .... involved when it came to meeting others, talking to them; just a few months ago he was busy wallowing in loneliness and letting texts and phone calls go unanswered and now he feels like the king of small talk. all talk, actually.
still—he revels in the quiet. he passes a few people on his way out but says nothing, which probably doesn't even register with them, still too tired to even realize the day's begun. when he lies down in the grass, it's just the water, the grass, the wind ... and inevitably, at some point, footsteps.
" — good morning, " he looks up at them from the ground, offers a quick wave with his free hand, the other trapped, arm bent underneath him to pillow his head. " still ice cold, if you were hoping for a dip, " he points at the water. " unless you're into that. "
juno had been a deep sleeper at home — it had been a joke in their family, 'you could do contruction right by their head and they wouldn't even notice', their dad had said once. it only took six months in this place to break a twenty-year habit, to have juno tossing and turning as restlessly as someone plagued by insomnia. at least here there was good reason to stay up at night.
juno finally had given up on falling asleep and set out for a walk as soon as the sun had risen. they needed to move, stretch their limbs, let the warmth of the sun on their skin remind them that they were still here, and more than anything, to wake themself up.
a mug of tea was craddled between their hands, and they hadn't expected to find anyone on their walk while the rest of the house woke up and started the day, but as they emerged from the reeds and wild grasses toward the brundle, they spotted a figure — aaron.
" oh, hey, " they replied, raising their mug as a kind of wave. they sat down on the ground a few feet away from him, legs crossed. at his words, juno glanced towards the water. they let out a little laugh. " i dunno, i'm sort of chilly this morning anyways; but it would probably wake me up. "
❝ I'VE GOT MY FEARS, I'VE GOT THEM DRESSED UP ❞
brigette lundy-paine. nonbinary. they / them. ⸻ i saw juno pasternak around colony house, you know? the twenty—eight year old that was driving from toronto, canada when they saw the tree on the road. juno has been here for six months and I think they were a bike mechanic before they got stuck in the town. with the way things are now, they are now struggling to maintain a sense of normalcy and seek a way out without losing themselves or dying. lets hope you at least survive the night.