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ya_assemble2015-04-27 07:01 am
justoutrunyou) wrote in ya_assemble2015-04-27 07:01 am
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Things that go bump in the night.
Time was strange at the North Pole.
As best Sandy could tell, it was somewhere around two or three in the morning, but she had found that it was often dark outside right in the middle of the day. It probably had something to do with the angle of the Earth, or maybe it was magic. Either way the clock on her communicator told her that it was in fact 2:25 A.M local time.
She had woken up in a cold sweat with her heart racing. A strangled cry muffled on instinct. The sweat beaded on her stone skin and she was curious about how long she'd had her powers turned on.
Chest rising and falling, she willed herself to relax and stared hard at the ceiling of her room. Lines of black had been traced and painted over in patterns like candy and castles. A space ship flying over a moon and a fox with an eye patch riding on a ship right behind it. Sandy had spent a good few hours working on that mural and it was supposed to help calm her down. Tonight it didn't seem to be helping.
Rising to her feet she tugged on a blue and fluffy fleece robe over green PJs with peppermint candies on it. Sometimes after her nightmares she could go back to sleep but not tonight it seemed.
Padding out of the room in her slippers she set off for the shared kitchen, moving quietly as to not disturb anyone who was still asleep. Elves and Yeti seemed to work all through the night in the main workshop area so the noise and activity at there hadn't slowed down.
Still looking pale, peaked and unsettled she was clearly not awake by choice if any other night owls were still up and about tonight.
As best Sandy could tell, it was somewhere around two or three in the morning, but she had found that it was often dark outside right in the middle of the day. It probably had something to do with the angle of the Earth, or maybe it was magic. Either way the clock on her communicator told her that it was in fact 2:25 A.M local time.
She had woken up in a cold sweat with her heart racing. A strangled cry muffled on instinct. The sweat beaded on her stone skin and she was curious about how long she'd had her powers turned on.
Chest rising and falling, she willed herself to relax and stared hard at the ceiling of her room. Lines of black had been traced and painted over in patterns like candy and castles. A space ship flying over a moon and a fox with an eye patch riding on a ship right behind it. Sandy had spent a good few hours working on that mural and it was supposed to help calm her down. Tonight it didn't seem to be helping.
Rising to her feet she tugged on a blue and fluffy fleece robe over green PJs with peppermint candies on it. Sometimes after her nightmares she could go back to sleep but not tonight it seemed.
Padding out of the room in her slippers she set off for the shared kitchen, moving quietly as to not disturb anyone who was still asleep. Elves and Yeti seemed to work all through the night in the main workshop area so the noise and activity at there hadn't slowed down.
Still looking pale, peaked and unsettled she was clearly not awake by choice if any other night owls were still up and about tonight.
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He seemed nice enough. A dad, a hero. Exactly the kind of guy she always thought of her own father before he was hauled away.
She put her finishing touches on a stacked sandwich of meat, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes and a smear of mayonnaise before returning the ingredients to the fridge. When she sat down to eat it with a glass of milk she started by squishing the sandwich down to a more manageable size.
"Do you even get scared anymore if you've been doing this stuff for so long?"
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He was even scared of himself, sometimes, given Dark Danny.
"It's not like I suddenly stopped worrying about things. Which is probably a good thing, honestly."
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"Sorry, I guess I just figured it had to get easier sooner or later. But I guess some problems never change huh?"
It was comforting in a way to know that even adults felt the same way kids did once in awhile.