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maskormenacelogs2017-06-14 12:47 pm
taraincognita) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-06-14 12:47 pm
well, my heart is gold
WHO: Tara Markov and You!
WHERE: Heropa
WHEN: Throughout June
WHAT: Tara goes to jail, moves in, and generally is less of a fuck-up.
WARNINGS: None; will add as necessary
[ she’s sure most people her age welcome june with fervor. for regular people, june signifies the end of the school year and the beginning of summer. they like to go to beaches, and hang out with friends, and all of that shit that tara has only ever had the opportunity to do a few times in her life. all of those times, too, it had been a lie.
this year, for tara, june marks the first time that she finds herself in prison, and the first time that she finds herself with a home in this weird universe.
what a shitty month. ]
a. doing (rock) hard time
[ heropa’s juvenile detention center is better than she’d expected.
granted, tara’s standards are pretty low. you’d expect a king’s daughter, even a bastard like her, to be more used to living the high life. but to tara, the stone walls and luxurious furnishings of her father’s castle seem more like bits of a dream, not memories of a life that she’d once lived. that hadn’t been hers, anyway. not really.
her cell, on the other hand? it suits her just fine.
it’s small and spartan, and in this respect it reminds her of the room she’d inhabited while living as slade’s apprentice. the familiarity is comforting, in a really fucked up way. that’s probably one of the things that she should be talking about to her mandated therapist, but everything that tara has told her has been a lie, so far. which they probably know; they have her file, after all.
she’s found that the worst things about juvie are the following: she doesn’t see enough of the outdoors, adults keep telling her what to do, and she’s fucking bored. the last one, however, is solved when she’s shuffled into the visitor’s center--wearing heropa’s juvie uniform and holding her arm tightly to her chest. it’s in a cast, without any signatures. her eyes narrow as she searches for her visitor. ]
b. out and about
[ here’s the thing with being suddenly thrust into a situation where you have a home. tara has very little clothing, and almost nothing in the way of furniture--and even though jaime has insisted upon giving her money, she feels oddly guilty about it. sure, he’s technically her guardian, or whatever. she isn’t even planning on betraying anyone this time. but letting someone take care of her feels...weird. almost as though she’s betraying the part of herself that revels in having to fight to stay alive.
whatever. she’ll steal something later, to be a little bit more self-sufficient.
currently, though, she can be found squinting at some sheets, looking...utterly clueless. And maybe even a little angry about having to buy things like sheets. ]
What the heck does thread count mean?
c. wild card!
[ did I miss something? feel free to hit me up with any kind of starter! ]
WHERE: Heropa
WHEN: Throughout June
WHAT: Tara goes to jail, moves in, and generally is less of a fuck-up.
WARNINGS: None; will add as necessary
[ she’s sure most people her age welcome june with fervor. for regular people, june signifies the end of the school year and the beginning of summer. they like to go to beaches, and hang out with friends, and all of that shit that tara has only ever had the opportunity to do a few times in her life. all of those times, too, it had been a lie.
this year, for tara, june marks the first time that she finds herself in prison, and the first time that she finds herself with a home in this weird universe.
what a shitty month. ]
a. doing (rock) hard time
[ heropa’s juvenile detention center is better than she’d expected.
granted, tara’s standards are pretty low. you’d expect a king’s daughter, even a bastard like her, to be more used to living the high life. but to tara, the stone walls and luxurious furnishings of her father’s castle seem more like bits of a dream, not memories of a life that she’d once lived. that hadn’t been hers, anyway. not really.
her cell, on the other hand? it suits her just fine.
it’s small and spartan, and in this respect it reminds her of the room she’d inhabited while living as slade’s apprentice. the familiarity is comforting, in a really fucked up way. that’s probably one of the things that she should be talking about to her mandated therapist, but everything that tara has told her has been a lie, so far. which they probably know; they have her file, after all.
she’s found that the worst things about juvie are the following: she doesn’t see enough of the outdoors, adults keep telling her what to do, and she’s fucking bored. the last one, however, is solved when she’s shuffled into the visitor’s center--wearing heropa’s juvie uniform and holding her arm tightly to her chest. it’s in a cast, without any signatures. her eyes narrow as she searches for her visitor. ]
b. out and about
[ here’s the thing with being suddenly thrust into a situation where you have a home. tara has very little clothing, and almost nothing in the way of furniture--and even though jaime has insisted upon giving her money, she feels oddly guilty about it. sure, he’s technically her guardian, or whatever. she isn’t even planning on betraying anyone this time. but letting someone take care of her feels...weird. almost as though she’s betraying the part of herself that revels in having to fight to stay alive.
whatever. she’ll steal something later, to be a little bit more self-sufficient.
currently, though, she can be found squinting at some sheets, looking...utterly clueless. And maybe even a little angry about having to buy things like sheets. ]
What the heck does thread count mean?
c. wild card!
[ did I miss something? feel free to hit me up with any kind of starter! ]