[ She is tempted to comment on not needing permission, when she finds that the permission itself really isn't as much part of the problem. Caldwell, like many white girls just before the Breakdown, literally cannot even.
Up had been an issue, down? Down is an even bigger one.
Supposedly, this is a good time to comment on her shoes of choice -- nice, fancy ones, with heels. At least they used to be before this day started to turn into an unimaginable nightmare, because at this point, neither fancy, nor nice, nor heels continue to apply. For the first time in nearly two decades, the doctor begins to regret her own ideals. The shoes, the lipstick, the clothes she chooses for herself when the lab coat isn't allowed to be her top choice, are all chosen with care. She wants to come up stainless steel when the rest of the world is rusting, and it served her well in Beacon.
It does not at all serve her in the field.
Swallowing her pride is a nice thing to focus on while she climbs (or alternatively unintendedly slides) down her tree in a highly undignified way. One thing can be said, though, she doesn't scream, not even when she nearly falls.
She makes it to the lowest branch, and, in one final Fuck It to her pride, her style, and her dignity, dangles and jumps. ]
Thank you.
[ Civilities are necessary and, for once, honest. Even less room for false pride when you'd have to deny that you nearly died several times in the very short time between their first meeting and now. ]
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Up had been an issue, down? Down is an even bigger one.
Supposedly, this is a good time to comment on her shoes of choice -- nice, fancy ones, with heels. At least they used to be before this day started to turn into an unimaginable nightmare, because at this point, neither fancy, nor nice, nor heels continue to apply. For the first time in nearly two decades, the doctor begins to regret her own ideals. The shoes, the lipstick, the clothes she chooses for herself when the lab coat isn't allowed to be her top choice, are all chosen with care. She wants to come up stainless steel when the rest of the world is rusting, and it served her well in Beacon.
It does not at all serve her in the field.
Swallowing her pride is a nice thing to focus on while she climbs (or alternatively unintendedly slides) down her tree in a highly undignified way. One thing can be said, though, she doesn't scream, not even when she nearly falls.
She makes it to the lowest branch, and, in one final Fuck It to her pride, her style, and her dignity, dangles and jumps. ]
Thank you.
[ Civilities are necessary and, for once, honest. Even less room for false pride when you'd have to deny that you nearly died several times in the very short time between their first meeting and now. ]