Normally, Beast would be asleep by now. But there's normally and there's now, which had very little in common with what she'd call normal. Normally she didn't wake up in a foreign town, with a foreign woman claiming to be her mother (she didn't remember the woman at all, but she knew it wasn't her), surrounded by foreign animals- it was too strange and too sudden to believe.
Joker's voice had been something to ground herself on, focus on, but he wasn't speaking anymore- he was on his way. She was waiting.
Just after they'd disconnected she'd tried to take his advice, because he often had decent advice much as she sometimes hated to admit it, and tried to talk to the people on her... Device. Tried to respond to them remotely civilly, ask questions. But her ability to be respectable in this sort of situation had worn too thin and the concepts shoved at her, (felt like shoved, no matter how gentle the turn of phrase), too befuddling. She'd stopped replying within the hour.
Nerves had worn thinner and thinner as time passed, and though she was too on edge to sleep, no matter how tired she was, she's drifted in to that haze between the two, knees, one real one false, pulled up and her cheek resting on folded arms. Waiting.
It might have been her imagination, just hopeful thinking, but- she thought she heard a voice.
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Normally, Beast would be asleep by now. But there's normally and there's now, which had very little in common with what she'd call normal. Normally she didn't wake up in a foreign town, with a foreign woman claiming to be her mother (she didn't remember the woman at all, but she knew it wasn't her), surrounded by foreign animals- it was too strange and too sudden to believe.
Joker's voice had been something to ground herself on, focus on, but he wasn't speaking anymore- he was on his way. She was waiting.
Just after they'd disconnected she'd tried to take his advice, because he often had decent advice much as she sometimes hated to admit it, and tried to talk to the people on her... Device. Tried to respond to them remotely civilly, ask questions. But her ability to be respectable in this sort of situation had worn too thin and the concepts shoved at her, (felt like shoved, no matter how gentle the turn of phrase), too befuddling. She'd stopped replying within the hour.
Nerves had worn thinner and thinner as time passed, and though she was too on edge to sleep, no matter how tired she was, she's drifted in to that haze between the two, knees, one real one false, pulled up and her cheek resting on folded arms. Waiting.
It might have been her imagination, just hopeful thinking, but- she thought she heard a voice.
His voice.]
- Joker?
[Got it out, half stood up, when a...
Was that a cat?!]