No, it’s just…
if you were such a good detective, why aren’t you one now?
[Did they kick you out for having bad hair. I’d join a place like that.]
Oh, I like to believe I’m still cut out for the job! It just happened that my daughter needed me more than my colleagues.
[Alita screams at the top of her lungs, throws up her hands, shouts, ‘Nope, I’m done, I am goddamn out of here,’ and stomps right off the face of the planet goddamn Earth, all the while ranting about ‘everyone’s a goddamn detective these days I swear we have more detectives and lawyers and cops and shit than we do criminals for them to chase after what the hell is this law-enforcing circlejerk for anyway can’t a girl just get some damn PEACE.’
Except of course she actually doesn’t because she can’t. God damn everything.
Instead she seethes quietly and focuses on how impossibly stupid this lady’s hair is and says,] Used to be? If you were top of your division… oh, dear, no, it’s not my place.
[Screw detectives and their terrible fashion sense.]
Please, do go on!
We used to collect jokes and fake gossip about ourselves, my friend and I. At the end of every other month, the one who managed to catch wind of more won a dinner. I can’t wait to know how this one ends!
Ah, yes…
[Honest job, ha hahahah ahaha. Next she’ll tell me she’s a detective or a lawyer, too.]
Well, I…
[… oh hell, what was my story? I don’t even remember. A month and I don’t remember is this a sign of aging]
I’m … between jobs, at the moment. But I was a nurse, once.
Keep on searching and I’m sure you’ll be back to your career in no time!
Hopefully. Kinda. Current economy aside. But it’s what she’s expected to say, isn’t it?
I used to be a detective. Top of my division!
[Tell me she isn’t going to regale me with stories of her son’s soccer trophies.]
My name is Alita Tiala… I don’t do anything nearly as important, but I do try…
Try what? Don’t sell yourself short, lady. Every honest job is important!
AnonymousHa ha ha! You haven’t seen crabby! Trust me, that was mild.
The twins were just that, classmates. I’ve always found at least a person or two to latch onto in each class, but I wouldn’t call them friends. I could only care enough for as long as we had classes together, then we drifted away. My fault, mostly.
Mrs. Metteya, on the other hand, has stayed a close confidant long after I stopped being her pupil. I owe her much.
Heheh alright, alright fine like I haven’t had my mopey spells after certain anons.
I suppose you’re entitled to it. You might just be entitled to that humanity too, who even knows anymore? What a crazy world we live in when Jowds become relate-able. Anyway we’ve fully circled back to jokes and snark, I’ll take small victories.
Same old world as always, still failing to make an ounce of sense!
All back to normal. With your small victory. The small ones are the ones that matter anyway.
Seems pretty brave of you, takin’ all this on like that.
Or maybe ‘reckless’ is a little more accurate and I might mistake that for bravery. Or ‘desperate’, that might work too. Leaves a different metaphorical taste in the mouth though.
You’re right about that, not much choice. I have no doubts that your seemingly haphazard and cryptic way of stringing arguments could easily land ya in trouble with me but as long as I’m listenin’, that’s a good sign. You seem pretty adamant on making this last stand a solo event, not letting anyone else in on it? I gotta wonder about your tactical advantage here. Or maybe you’re busy pinning too much blame solely on yourself to begin with. Is that how you work, Jowd? Is this whole situation really ‘your fault in the first place’?
Of course it is. A better person would have kept her cool and saved the hostage with no casualties. Three deaths and I’m the one still standing, how am I not to blame? It’d be easier if I didn’t have attachments, I could pay for my mistake and be done with it.
Please, go with ‘desperate’, it’s accurate. Let’s call a spade a spade, as I’m fond of saying, as long as it’s not funnier to call it something else. What tactical advantage could another person grant me? It’s not like I’m friends with this country’s finest mediators, and with your powers, we’d be too vulnerable. Turn one against the other and we’d be done for. I’m rationally minimizing risks by going alone. ‘Desperate’ isn’t the best term either after all, but it’s still closer than the other two, I’m just following what I see as the best solution.
Now watch all this turn into a moot point since I’ll never be able to find him without Cabanela’s resources.
might-as-well-laugh replied to your post: I haven’t lost you all, have I?
Hello?Good afternoon… I don’t believe I properly know you.
Neither do I. Good afternoon to you! Name’s Jowd, stay-at-home mom by trade.
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Hello, dear.
Name’s Jowd. Feel free to stop by and chat if you feel like it.
ah yes you’re making sense! i guess i was more thinking of your male counterpart… i mean, martyrdom is suffering/dying out of commitment to a cause, and that’s rather what he’s done doin did. you don’t have that aspect….
but then along the same line, why would you call yourself fated? if anything, you’re constantly defying your ‘fate’ for the better, hehe! (wwwwell in the short-term at any rate.)
The cause better be worth it if it’s asking for my life as a payment, and I’m not much for taking risks either. That’s all. I suppose I’m not all that far apart from him in this respect, we just… evaluated… abandoning our child… differently.
And— hah. As I always say, knowledge is crucial, but nine times out of ten, you were ultimately better off before. My fate has unfolded, but is it for the better? Anyway, I don’t have control on what happens to my life, only on my reactions. The chances I get are in the hands of the gods. And magic anons, I suppose. I haven’t done much.
Besides, I’m not sure what can be inferred from infinite universes. If everything is happening, what is happening to me sure looks like a fixed, predetermined path, the one that is not happening to any other Jowd. But what about a higher will? And what does it matter if I fail if the opposite is going to happen to me anyway?
