It's honestly not so bad, when she lets it happen. It's still... strange, it probably always will be, but it isn't like that strange and horrible feeling of wanting nothing more but to tell the snotty prick across the desk to shut up and stop asking questions whilst your mouth betrayed you.
So she doesn't resist the pull, letting it organise her thoughts into something coherent and more her own than Elias's cherry-picking. She drinks, exhales, and settles with her hands wrapped around her cup.
"I grew up in a small town in North Wales called Bodelwyddan. And when I say small I mean a couple thousand people, tops. There was a single pub for the lot of us, two takeaway places total, a few shops... once you aged out of primary school you had to go to the next towns over for secondary. If you didn't know someone, then you knew someone that did. That kind of place. My mum was a nurse at the nearby hospital and my dad— he started out as a cop, but by the time I was five or so he had to quit. Injury, had to have his knee replaced. Way he always told it was a dealer ran him down in his car just out of spite, but I dunno. I doubt a lot of what he told me, these days. But he never let that go. He stayed bitter 'til the day he died and he put all that bitterness into local politics. Wasn't a town council meeting without his face and voice. And he loved putting me up there with him. Everyone knew me as Rhys Tonner's sweet little Alice."
She snorts and rolls her eyes derisively, taking another drink from her tea. Her claws tap idly against the cup as she goes on.
"He'd been pushing to tear down the abandoned building site that this all happened in for years before it all happened. He dressed it up as 'safety reasons'. But really he wanted to get rid of the homeless that squatted inside. And, well, he got his wish. Eventually. I all but handed him the perfect bludgeon."
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It's honestly not so bad, when she lets it happen. It's still... strange, it probably always will be, but it isn't like that strange and horrible feeling of wanting nothing more but to tell the snotty prick across the desk to shut up and stop asking questions whilst your mouth betrayed you.
So she doesn't resist the pull, letting it organise her thoughts into something coherent and more her own than Elias's cherry-picking. She drinks, exhales, and settles with her hands wrapped around her cup.
"I grew up in a small town in North Wales called Bodelwyddan. And when I say small I mean a couple thousand people, tops. There was a single pub for the lot of us, two takeaway places total, a few shops... once you aged out of primary school you had to go to the next towns over for secondary. If you didn't know someone, then you knew someone that did. That kind of place. My mum was a nurse at the nearby hospital and my dad— he started out as a cop, but by the time I was five or so he had to quit. Injury, had to have his knee replaced. Way he always told it was a dealer ran him down in his car just out of spite, but I dunno. I doubt a lot of what he told me, these days. But he never let that go. He stayed bitter 'til the day he died and he put all that bitterness into local politics. Wasn't a town council meeting without his face and voice. And he loved putting me up there with him. Everyone knew me as Rhys Tonner's sweet little Alice."
She snorts and rolls her eyes derisively, taking another drink from her tea. Her claws tap idly against the cup as she goes on.
"He'd been pushing to tear down the abandoned building site that this all happened in for years before it all happened. He dressed it up as 'safety reasons'. But really he wanted to get rid of the homeless that squatted inside. And, well, he got his wish. Eventually. I all but handed him the perfect bludgeon."