we'll fight 'til it's over

[hejhej]

Date & Time: July 1 - 14; various times!
Location: All throughout Exsilium
Characters: Lisbeth Salander and EVERYONE ELSE
Summary: Lisbeth tries to take her mind off all the things that have been happening at home lately. Catch her eating out on the town, at work, or anywhere else!
Warnings: Language most definitely.

[Lisbeth's been running on autopilot recently. Wake up, maybe take a shower, go to work only to come home again and browse through the network. People would hate such a routine, but not Lisbeth. She prefers the monotony. Sure, she gets bored so she might go to a bar or a club. However, even her daily routine can be interrupted by people running into her.

She just might find you irritating.]

Comments

[lazyinlove]

[Frankly, he's been trying not to irritate her. For one thing, she's Jesse's girl and Jesse is the reason he has a place to sleep. For another thing, she glares. He's mostly been trying not to make any sudden movements around her at all. Until today, when she happens to be in the kitchen as he stumbles out for breakfast around noon.

Breakfast ends up being leftover cookies and some kind of brown liquor in some incredibly shitty coffee, which he's fine with, actually. He even manages not to spill anything on his way over to the table, where he cautiously takes a seat across from her, eyeing her curiously but silently.

He nervously plays with the cookies on the table top, not sure he's even interested in eating them. He doesn't look up when he finally addresses her, only about a month after moving in.]

It's...Lisbeth, right?

[hejhej]

[Lisbeth hasn't spoken a word to Stan since he's moved in. It's her normal schtick with new people, especially young people. They were now at four people living in one unit and she was starting to feel claustrophobic. Lisbeth lived alone in Sweden with a visit here or there from Mimmi. She wasn't used to this many people in her space.

She's been thinking this entire time that she's the only one in the apartment so she's surprised to see Stan stumbling out of his room. Which also means that she scrambles to place her beanie back over her head, more of her naturally red hair showing each day. Lisbeth took an early day at work to enjoy the silence in their apartment.

But that isn't on the schedule it seems. Lisbeth puts down her cup of coffee when he speaks.]

Yes.

[lazyinlove]

[He sees the hair, but doesn't see anything wrong with it. One of his favorite girls is a redhead, after all. But there's no reason to draw attention to it at the moment.

He doesn't look up at that reply, though. It's not exactly encouraging. The cookies get shoved aside in favor of the coffee, which he chugs way too quickly. But it's cold anyway, probably been sitting around for hours. And it has a nice warm kick with the booze in it. Close enough.]

Uh. Stan. I...

[He's not sure what he was planning to say there. Live here? She's probably noticed. It doesn't matter anyway. His voice cracks, the way it sometimes does in the morning when it's still extra deep from sleep, and the rest of the sentence sticks in his throat.]

[hejhej]

Living here for a month, American, stoner, and lives in the room right down the hall from us. I hope we haven't disturbed you.

[She says this while still looking down at the open math book in her lap. Lisbeth marks something in the book with a pencil before turning the page.]

[lazyinlove]

Hey...

[Well. She's not wrong exactly, but still. And jeez, did she really just say that? Because, yeah, alright. He can hear the...disturbances. That's what the headphones around his neck are for actually. But he wasn't expecting her to bring it up.

This time he tries to pour a glass of juice because that probably has some kind of vitamins in it at least, but the liquor is still sitting out and Lisbeth is still there and he can't get his tongue untied, so he dumps it in on top of the juice and this time, sits on the stove instead.]

I mean, no. Not...really.

[hejhej]

[There might be a little smirk from her when he answers her.]

That was more courtesy than actually wondering if we do. [Lisbeth closes the book and finally looks up at Stan again. She gets up from the table and heads over to the fridge. Lisbeth opens it to see what might be inside. Did they have any leftovers from dinner last night?

She takes out a plastic container that might contain something edible.]

[lazyinlove]

[He curls up a little when she walks past, trying to somehow take up less space. He's a twig of a boy, but tall and gangly, so it doesn't work very well.]

At least you don't hate each other.

[hejhej]

[Don't think she didn't notice your actions, Stanley.]

You're right. We could be fighting constantly.

[No, that thing is not edible. She dumps it into the sink and stalks over to him.]

Do I make you nervous?

[lazyinlove]

[Okay. Not as planned. He flinches at first, but tries to take it back anyway.]

No.

[hejhej]

You're a shit liar.

[lazyinlove]

Yeah, I know.

[Sigh.]

Think they do take away here?

[hejhej]

Probably.

[There's a pause. Normal human interaction?]

Do you want to get some?

[lazyinlove]

Cookies are starting to make me want to yack.

[That's teenage boy for yes, please.]

[hejhej]

Then grab an umbrella.

[we're leaving.]

[lazyinlove]

There's umbrellas?

[Huh. That information would've been useful to know before now. He's just gotten used to being damp on days when he decides to go out.]

[solitaire]

_{( Remy’s making his usual aimless rounds about town when he spots her sitting down to eat. Usually he waits for company to come to him, but lately he’s had an itch to scratch that comes in the form of being bluntly open, maybe even a bit annoying on purpose. So he moseys on over, flashes her what he believes to be a very winning smile. They’ve only spoken a few times, but he’s familiar enough with both Jules and Jesse to know who she is. But that isn’t very much knowledge at all, and he’s curious. )}

‘Allo. Nice weather we’re havin’. _{( It never really is, and the joke’s as stale as the bread one comes by in Exsilium. He tries, anyway. )}

[hejhej]

[If Lisbeth ate anything that was remotely homemade and not ramen, it would be a God damn miracle. Alas, she's out and about again in the city, deciding to stop for a bite to eat instead of going home. Luckily for her, the Exiles have resurrected some cuisines that she's familiar with back home. She'll never question how they got their meat or spices from the United Earth because she's too busy enjoying some kind of curry chicken with rice.

Well, she was until someone dared to approach her. Lisbeth looks up from her take-out container when she hears a rather familiar accent. They've exchanged enough words that Lisbeth immediately reads whatever he posts on the network.

Even if he might have annoyed her about her gun's stupid sentience.]

Hey.

[solitaire]

_{( If Remy knew he’d left an impression—even one of annoyance—he’d be incredibly pleased. He likes being remembered, in any context. But since he cannot know what she’s thinking, he just nods to the seat across from her. )}

Mind if I join you?

_{( He pretty much intends to sit down whether she agrees or not. Because he’s curious. )}

[hejhej]

[And if she knew exactly why he wanted to sit with her - for curiosity's sake - she would tell him to fuck off. Lisbeth hates being the center of attention, especially when people try to 'figure her out.'

But she's not Nill - meaning she can't read minds, of course - and since he's already a familiar face...]

You can do whatever you want.

[Lisbeth for 'take a seat.']

[paracosmic]

[babydoll hasn't eaten outside of her apartment yet. she likes the quiet, likes taking the food home from the grocery and eating what she makes herself. originally, she had planned on going back to her apartment to eat, but she's close to a place to eat, anyway. she decides to ignore the natives giving her dirty looks order her food at the counter.

she sees lisbeth out of the corner of her eye, and there's something about her that interests her -- or maybe it's the fact she looks close to babydoll's age -- so she continues to glance every so often towards her while she pays for her salad.

she doesn't normally interrupt people eating, it's impolite, but there's an excuse, there's not anywhere else to sit. she walks over to lisbeth's table, motioning to the chair across from her.]

Do you mind if I sit here?

[hejhej]

[Lisbeth decides on a sandwich today for lunch. The bread isn't up to par, but it's filling and she doesn't care. Since she's been by herself at her table since she got in, she's stuffing her face. Her behavior kept plenty of people away; some people even stood and waited until another table cleared. But it looks like she hasn't scared one person away.

Lisbeth noticed her when she walked in - no one has hair that blonde. Then the girl didn't make her stares any less obvious. Lisbeth always notices when people stare at her; it's only been happening her entire life.

She's ignoring her, though, until the platinum blonde announces herself with the question. Lisbeth's mouth is full of sandwich, but she doesn't reply until she's swallowed.]

I mind. [Lisbeth pauses to let that sink in.] But it's your decision.

[paracosmic]

[babydoll likes to watch, likes to survey things (or people) before approaching. with lisbeth's blunt answer, she's somewhat taken aback. normally she would back off, but she's not like that anymore. she's not a pushy person and she won't force anything, but she isn't intimidated by the other woman at all, she's more curious.

so she sits across from her silently, and waits for her food to arrive. she decides to keep quiet and keep her attention elsewhere -- other people, mostly -- while she waits for her food.

her salad arrives and she thanks the waitress before picking at the salad, frowning at some of the browning lettuce. she avoids it.]

How long have you been in Exsilium?

[it's a question she liked to ask people she met, it helped her keep track of things. she even tried finding a pattern in the length of time someone was in exsilium and if they somehow made their way home and then back to this city after a certain amount of time.]

[hejhej]

[Lisbeth's blunt speech usually threw people in for a loop and she wasn't apologetic for it. Unless of course she saw how upset someone got and then it was dependent on whether she knew them personally or not. She looks down at the girl's meal - a simple salad. Lisbeth didn't see much green in her diet. She even picked the lettuce out of her sandwich before eating it.

Then she's asked that question. These types of conversations bored the shit out of her, but if she was going to be at her table for a bit...]

A few months. [A pause.] You?

[paracosmic]

A month.

[she knows the conversations didn't go much further than that, but it's mostly for her to tally off. baby likes to keep track of things, she needs to find a pattern in something. any hint on when people left or how much time it took for them to be swept away again would be incredible, but she feels that there is no pattern. that everything is at random besides the transports arriving.

babydoll stares down at her salad, she knows she should eat but she hasn't been genuinely hungry since she arrived.]

Sorry to bother you. It must be something people ask you a lot.

[hejhej]

[Lisbeth notices she's not eating. Serves her right for eating a salad. She can't remember the last time she had something green in her diet. It's obvious by the fact that the lettuce has been picked from her sandwich and discarded on a napkin.]

It all really depends on whether you're an Exile or a Transport.

[Because both often asked that question, but she didn't mind if it was from the latter.]

[paracosmic]

[finally, she forces herself to take a bite of her food. it's not delicious, but it's still something to hold her over. then again, maybe she should have gotten something else, because something about her food is definitely a little funky.]

Which are you?

[hejhej]

[Lisbeth's jaw clenches tightly at the question. She doesn't like it when those things are tossed back at her. Her shoulders visibly tense and her tone is terse.]

I asked first.