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@accipitrinae​ continued from x

     She's not sure why she signs what she signs. Maybe it's sort of a vague hope he gets it. That he can relate. That she isn't alone. Maybe it’s a need to reach out to someone more than just Julie. Maybe it’s because he was there. He saw it all happen.

     But there's no comfort to be found and Mim is left feeling, at the very least, guilty. She looks down. 

     < Sorry. I'm fine. I haven't been sleeping. That's all. I'm sorry. >

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@deprivalstate

    Mim sits swaddled in a blanket that isn't hers, on a couch she doesn't know, with a cup of tea she doesn't want but drinks from anyways. She's still shaking. She's not sure how much time has passed since she watched Iona get thrown to the floor. Everything sort of blurs together into one violent memory; one moment she was scared, the next moment she was running, and then she was stumbling, knees biting into cement. Then there was a woman and she was wrapping an arm around her and then - then Mim was here clutching a cup of tea like it was the only thing she had left.

    The woman asks her something but Mim can't respond. After a few moments, she feels another blanket wrap around her. A hand smooths hair back from her face. A remote is set in front of her.

    Mim tries to make sense of what's happened. She thinks she saw Barney. She thinks it was the panic. She thinks of Barney dead. She thinks of Barney in Clint's arms. She thinks of Iona on the ground. She thinks of what it was like to feel nothing.

    Tears sting her eyes. The cup of tea trembles in her hands.

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@accipitrinae

     It's another day at work, in which the only customers are questionable looking people who go to the back for an odd amount of time and then leave. Weird. Mim's learned to not ask questions or make much of it by now. There are actual customers, they're just - rare. Maybe one or two a day during a full shift.

    She passes time by reading. Right now, she's got Treasure Island in her grasp. She's on the fourth chapter when around late morning, the door opens. The bell sends off vibrations and she lifts her head. Plastering a smile on, she waves and Signs hello. Then Mim sets the book down on the counter and pretends to be a good cashier.

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@nobullseye

     Mim's lips fold together. She squeezes her hands together in her lap, nails pressing crescents into the skin. She draws a breath in, trying to not tremble. Bites the anger back.

     (Always bites the anger back.)

     < I guess pretending to die is a pretty bad thing. >

     She lifts her gaze and pins Barney with it.

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@nobullseye

    Work runs late enough today that she misses the bus. She walks the twenty minutes to the coffee shop Julie works at, orders a latte, and signs to Julie one of the things she's taught her: < Life sucks >. Then she collapses into a chair.

    Mim dozes off at some point. When she wakes, it's to the dull, persistent rhythm of rain as it bounces off her. Eyes lidded for a moment as she registers where she is, the realization makes her jolt upright. The book in her lap falls.

    The rain dulls the roar of thunder but she pauses, sensing something is off in the way the vibrations move.

    She looks out the window, book forgotten for a moment. The rain batters against the glass.

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i’ve got things completely under control.

    Mim definitely has things under control. She has them completely under control. Everything is fine.

    She thinks this, balancing a heavy box filled with a number of breakable porcelain figurines (why are they even selling these when they're a bookstore?)  against the wall, unable to move one way or another. She stares with a mixture of determination and futility.

    Yup.

    This is fine.

    Everything is under control.

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❝ I needed to be summoned. ❞

???

For what?