( open ) everything else was just remembering.

[wising]

It isn't a feeling Sarah is used to anymore.

Boredom.

It has been a long, long time since she's been able to stand still, and she finds, more often than not, she does not know what to do with this stillness. Being on the ship means having an imposed vacation from her real life and her real problems, and while she can't say she's entirely against that - it also feels like hiding. Pretending. Waiting can be more excruciating than having no time at all, and Sarah would know. For the first eighteen years of her life, she thought she wouldn't have the time to wait.

Now she has it to spare, and she is reacquainting herself with pleasures she's forgotten; watching old school movies while indulging in chocolates and staying up late into the night to watch the stars. These pleasures are age-worn in her memory, like a picture that is fading. She also finds, like most people do, some things are like riding a bike. A sketchpad and charcoal pencils have been located, and the rest becomes simple.

There is a bar by the pool and there is a fallen angel by the bar. She holds the sketchpad in one hand and the charcoal pencil in the other, like she is remembering.

She will offer to draw a face portrait to anyone who is interested, like she did the first day she ever arrived to Chicago.

There's a symmetry to that.


( ooc: prose or spam, i will match you! )

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[wemadeit]

Here is Helen. Helen is ninja-ing up on you Sarah because she hasn't seen you in a while and hi. No but seriously. It's been a while since she met her, and she thought she was pretty damn nice. Helen likes nice people. Well, she likes people in general, but nice people especially. So Helen wants to follow that up and see how's she's doing.

Anyways.

After much ninja-ing about, she suddenly appears at Sarah's side, grinning brightly.

"Hi!"

Then, she peers down at her sketchpad. "Oooh." She likes to doodle, but wow. Sarah is damn good at drawing. "So, are you like a professional artist or somethin'? How long did it take you to get good like that? How are you, by the way, hi. It's Helen, in case you forgot, but it's totally okay because I haven't seen you in aaaaages."

The narration is so sorry, Sarah.

[wising]

Sarah laughs at the enthusiastic greeting.

Helen is like a bubbly ray of light on this ship, and Sarah isn't going to turn down the opportunity to talk to her again. "Hi. I remember you, Helen. I remember everyone I meet." She prides herself on the kind of memory she has, considering. Her smile widens, glancing down at the sketchbook before shaking her head over at Helen.

"Nope. Not a professional. I wanted to be one for a very long time, though."

She arches her eyebrow in faux mystery. "Want me to draw you a portrait?"

[wemadeit]

Helen grins brightly. "You do? Awesome!" Because being remembered by people you only met once a long time ago is awesome, okay? "That's a real nifty gift to have. Never forgettin' a face."

Well, it is.

Slinging herself down on the seat next to her, she tilts her head to the side and frowns slightly. "How come you didn't just go for it if you wanted to be one for so long?" she asks.

Settling herself on the seat, she laughs a little. "Me? Seriously?"

[wising]

Sarah tilts her head, considering the question. "You know... life just kept getting in the way. Which I know can sound like an excuse, but when you're from Chicago..." her voice trails off fondly. Not all of her memories of the city are fond, but the overall sentiment is. There was a time when she loved and hated Chicago in equal measure.

Now all that's left is a bittersweet sort of nostalgia.

"And of course you. You have very lovely eyes. They're old soul."

[wemadeit]

Helen laughs gently, nodding her head. She knows that one all too well. She's moved a little in recent years with her mother being a First and all, but she spend a lot of her younger years in Chicago. And despite the time between them of their time in the city, it's never really change.

"Chicago's one real dizzyin' place, huh?" she comments, scrunching her nose up a little. "But I guess now you could concentrate on makin' it a real thing. If it's something you've always wanted, then go for it now!"

"Wow. Cool. I never saw them as that way." Helen, drums her fingers against her lips in thought. It is a pretty cool comment on her eyes. "I have my dad's eyes. My grandpa always says that I'm the double of my mom, but I have my dad's eyes. Although, I don't even know who he is."

She shrugs and chuckles a little, mumbling to herself. "Sometimes I don't even think Grandpa Fletch knows."

[wising]

Describing Chicago as dizzy is not that far off the mark.

Helen's optimism and joie de vivre makes Sarah smiles, even as she opens up her sketchpad and starts to consider the lines she will draw and the shades she will use. She's about to comment on this grandfather of hers, until Helen says that name.

She says that name and her heart almost gets caught in her throat.

Lifting her gaze back up again, she studies Helen more closely. The double of her mom. A part of her is unwilling to believe. A greater part of her starts to hope. "Grandpa Fletch? You mean ... Fletcher?"

[wemadeit]

Helen, on the other hand, is almost oblivious Sarah’s reaction. She’s part-lost on the thought of her father that she’s never known, going off on a tangent of wonder; and half-excited on seeing Sarah’s skills as she draws her.

She laughs a little and nods at the question.

“Yup. Fletcher.” She confirms. “I never call him that, just Fletch. My mom calls him Fletcher from time to time, but I think it’s when she’s annoyed or something. Like… when someone uses your real name and you know you’re in big trouble?”
Something like that, anyway.

She looks over at Sarah and tilts her head to the side curiously at Sarah’s closer examination of her, part of her thinking there’s something more. “Why’d you ask?” she asks gently with a slight frown.