Out On the Town: Let’s Walk

This post is all for Skye Hegyes, whose comment yesterday had me smiling because I knew what was coming and apparently, so did she.  I figured she guessed, but how did I know?  I write this mess, remember?

Yes, after being cooped up on the third floor of the hospital all day, Coraline had a dinner plan that she was certain would make Kerry feel better. As Annie pointed out, it was something sure to make her feel better.  And how would that be accomplished?

Maybe by getting some fresh air first?

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

Annie rounded the corner at New Liberty Street and looked westward down the Essex Street pedestrian mall. There were scattered clouds over Salem reflecting the glow of the setting sun. Though not completely dark, the lights were on everywhere due to the heavy shadows casts by the buildings, and in maybe another twenty minutes it would be dark enough for it to be considered night. Though the wind had finally dropped to 16 kilometers per hours, the 10 C temps keep it cool enough this close to the ocean that it was impossible to walk around comfortably without wearing a jacket over a sweater or sweatshirt.

She took a step on to Essex and realized she was semi-alone. Annie turned to her right and held out her hand. “Come on: there’s nothing to worry about.”

Kerry stepped from around the corner of the large manor house at the intersection of the two streets and looked down Essex. “No chance we’ll run into anyone at all—right?”

Annie shook her head. “Not at all. Everyone’s back from wherever they went today and sitting down to dinner. We have almost forty-five minutes before we meet everyone for our own dinner.” She held out her hand. “We’ll be okay. I can guaranty won’t run into anyone we know.”

“Okay.” Kerry drew in a breath and let it out slowly. “Okay, then. Let’s do this.”

Annie took her hand. “Let’s.”

Back on the third floor, the moment Annie told Kerry that Coraline had received approval for them to leave the ground and go into Salem to eat, she jumped at the opportunity. Coraline arrived with something for Kerry to wear a few minutes later and within ten minutes they were taking the lift to the lower level to meet Isis, who took them to the secure jaunt station in the sub-levels that was used to transport those guilty of malfeasances to Foundation correctional centers. From their they jaunted to the station located in the Church Street parking structure and told to meet Coraline, Deanna, Erywin, Jessica, and Mathilde at Turner’s in forty-five minutes.

Annie loved the ensemble Coraline put together for Kerry. Jeans, warm blue socks, and plum sneakers for her lower half, while a burgundy sweater and blue fleece jacket covered her torso. Coraline hadn’t forgotten Kerry’s extremities, either: she wore a wool cap the color of her sweater and her hands were encased in gray fingerless gloves. She was pleased that Kerry seemed so at ease wearing this in public. While nothing she wore appeared too overtly feminine, the cut of the jeans, the plum-colored shoes, and the matching jacket, seemed far better tailored for a girl.

Annie gave Kerry’s hand a squeeze before letting it go. “Are you cold?”

“Naw.” Kerry flashed her a smile. “No. The hat’s keeping my head warm; same with the sweater and jacket..” She looked down at her hands. “Getting used to these gloves is another thing, you know?”

“Are you fingers cold?”

“No, they’re not. It’s just that I’ve never had gloves where my fingertips are exposed.”

“In weather like this they’re not bad.” Annie leaned closer to Kerry. “I like to feel things when I’m touching them. But don’t worry: for colder weather I wear mittens.” She gave a quick nod. “You’ll get used to them.”

“Like I am everything else in the body.” Kerry lifted her face a bit towards the sky. “That feels different, though.”

 

There you have it: the next step in this long day of change is to get Kerry off the grounds and out into the public.  And have her walk around awhile and enjoy Salem at night.

As least now the chill is coming from the night air…

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Third Floor and Chill: Fixing the Sad

Believe it or not, Chapter Eighteen is finished.

I wouldn’t lie about this.

 

It didn’t take much: almost 500 words to put this last short scene to rest.  As I knew it would: there wasn’t much to say in these scene.  So in a matter of about forty minutes I got it said and put it to rest.

Then I went and did a work out.

I've been giving my abs a workout. #HARD #RollerGirl #NoOffSeason

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As was suggested I’ve begun doing cardio and strength training to build up my endurance and different areas of my body.  The first visit on Wednesday night was to improve my legs; today I worked on back and abdomen, which is otherwise known as your core.  Having better legs and core do help you maintain derby position and give you more speed and endurance on the track.  Which is what I need to do if I want to play.  So, as we say, there’s no off season, and I’m making the most of it.

But, the writing.

The first part of the scene saw Kerry feeling a little down at being confined all day, but as we’ve heard, she’s also got a touch of depression with which to deal with as well.  Annie and Coraline see this, but not all is lost:

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

“I know.” Coraline glanced to her right before speaking. “It’s become more evident in the past year.”

“When we met in dreams I never actually noticed his moods: he was always happy to see me.” Annie released a soft sigh. “I didn’t pay much attention to his moods during our A Levels since I was concentrating on other things…” She glanced down at the table top as she gathered her thoughts. “Later, though, I’d notice him being unhappy and he’s say things like he was ‘down’ or that he was ‘out of it’. It wasn’t until this last summer and the start of this school year that I understood he was depressed.”

“I noticed his moods last year and while I couldn’t give him an exact diagnosis, I suspected he had mild depression.” Coraline nodded towards the room beyond their location.

“Now that she’s filled with estrogen all the barriers are down and the depression’s hitting her hard.”

Annie hated having to watch Kerry suffer through confinement and disappointment. She knew it wasn’t her fault that she’d found it impossible to control her transitions yet, but in Kerry’s eyes she saw the self-blame her ginger girl lay upon herself. She knows it’s not her fault, but her depression is not allowing her to accept that conclusion. “Is there anything you can do for her?”

“I can give her something that will help it in the long run, but I can’t give it to her now as it’s not going to help her immediately.” A small smile began forming on Coraline’s face. “I have another idea for that, however…”

Kerry remained laying on her back, staring up at the ceiling at least six meters above her head. She felt herself shutting down: she was tired of laying around with nothing to do but watch movies. And talk to Annie. She didn’t mind talking to Annie—as always, she loved speaking with her soul mate—but on a normal Sunday they might be wandering about the grounds, or heading into Salem, or even flying off somewhere once Advanced Self Defense concluded.

That wasn’t happening today. She was stuck in bed in her night clothes, unable to leave the third floor because no one could risk seeing her with long, curly hair and boobs and—

“How are you, my love?”

Kerry turned to her right to see Annie, with a huge smile on her face, stretched across the bed, having flopped there after returning. “I’m okay.”

Annie began curling a strand of Kerry’s hair around one finger. “No, you’re not, but that’s besides the point.”

Kerry didn’t stop Annie from playing with her hair: in fact, she found it cute. “What did Coraline want?”

“She wanted to know if you were ready to eat.”

Kerry snorted. “Did you tell her I’m not hungry?”

“I did. But…” Annie slid closer. “You may be interested in hearing about what she has in mind for dinner…”

 

Coraline has a plan.

I should be able to show it soon…

Third Floor and Chill: Feeling The Sad

So what do you know?  I actually have something written.

I was trying to get this out much earlier, but shit happens, you know?  Anyway, I have something for you: the aftermath of what’s going on up there on the third floor of the hospital.  It’s late in the afternoon on the same day and things aren’t quite what you might expect…

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

Annie shifted her body, taking the pillow that had slid down near her butt and moving it so it better supported her back. She looked over to her left where Kerry was nearly laying down, her head and shoulders the only parts of her body not under the comforter. “Would you like to watch another movie?”

Kerry looked up at Annie and sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t know what I’d want to watch.”

Annie rolled slightly to her left and propped herself up on her elbow. “Are you sure?”

Kerry pulled her hands from under the comforter and folded them across her body. “I don’t know.”

It was impossible not to hear how bored the ginger girl sounded, but Annie felt there was more going on than simple boredom. “Maybe you should ask Coraline if you could try transitioning again.”

“She said we’d do it after dinner.” Kerry sighed again and looked up at the ceiling. “Besides, I’m not in a hurry to have another failure.”

Annie lay her hand over Kerry’s and gave it a slight pat. After their video meeting with the coven leaders Coraline instructed Kerry to try transitioning again, and just like the first attempt that morning, the self-transition failed to occur. After that, Coraline configured a king-sized bed for Annie and Kerry to sit and lay upon so they could watch movies while waiting for the next attempt.

It wasn’t long after they began watching the director’s cut of Aliens that Annie sensed Kerry growing quiet. That was normal when they watched a movie, but this time it wasn’t so much that Kerry grew silent as she seemed to withdraw from everything. To Annie it felt as if her soul mate were pulling herself in behind invisible walls and closing off any entry from the outside.

Annie worried that Kerry was doing far more than just becoming quiet…

Someone stepped out of the waiting area and in to the third floor proper. Annie knew this could be only one person. “Coraline’s here.” She immediately saw the doctor’s hand gesture. “She’s calling me over.”

Kerry nodded while seeming disinterested. “Better go see what she wants.”

Annie gave her soul mate’s right hand a squeeze. “I’ll be right back.” She slide off the bed and hurried over to Coraline. “Yes?”

Coraline looked over at the bed, then back to Annie. She gestured once again while speaking in a soft voice. “Let’s speak in here.”

They moved over to the table between the bathrooms and the lift and sat across from each other. Coraline knew Annie would wait for her to speak first. “How is she?”

Annie shrugged. “Bored.” She looked back over her shoulder. “We’ve been up here all day and stuck in the hospital since early this morning.”

“I see.” Coraline nodded slowly. “You know she’s more than just a little bored don’t you?”

Annie closed her eyes the moment she heard Coraline’s statement. It wasn’t necessary for her to ask what the doctor meant: she understood completely. “Yes.” She glanced across the table. “She has depression.”

 

Even in 2013, there was a bit of Netflix and chill going on.  Where did they stream the movie?  The Foundation probably has every flick ever made available for streaming, so it doesn’t matter.  I mean, they are in control of The Pond, are they not?

I’m going to try and get in a bit more writing tonight after working out and having a team meeting.  And I’ll try to do some more tomorrow.  My guess is I’ll have another excerpt ready to go on Friday.

At least that’s my hope.

Let’s see if I can get back on schedule…

Questions on Questions

Which means if there are questions, there must be answers.  And they are in this video!  Enjoy!

Thirty Days Hath September

Which is another way of saying I have video!  Enjoy!

 

And the new helmet.