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[velocitygirl]

Inyri's bruises have faded, mostly.

And so she's leaving. No sense in making her friends worry about her anymore, after all.

Just...she hasn't told anyone. She hasn't told Wes, and she isn't sure she wants to tell Shalla...but knows she should try to fix things with her at least one more time before leaving.





It's why she's standing outside of Shalla's door, having knocked once, arms crossed.

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[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

Shalla knows who it is.

That's why she tiptoes to the 'fresher and turns on the shower, hoping that Inyri didn't realize it hadn't be on the entire time.



Avoidance for the win?

[velocitygirl]

She lets her head fall against the door with a dull thunk as she hears the shower running.

She could always pin a note, she guesses.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

The door's unlocked, because apparently turning the knob is too much work.

There's always the direct approach.

[velocitygirl]

She does, turns the knob and pushes the door open. And steps through, and wanders in.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

Shalla frowns when she hears the door open, debating whether or not to actually get in the shower.

Sadly, she had not thought this far ahead.

[velocitygirl]

Too late. The fresher door is open and Inyri is leaning against the doorframe, not caring if Shalla's in the shower or not.

Once she discovers that she isn't, she shrugs idly. "I'm leaving."

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"... and?" she asks, raising an eyebrow slightly.

There's no need for Inyri to tell her.

[velocitygirl]

"Just wanted you to know." Inyri says stonily. "Now I'll let you take your shower and continue to be a bitch."

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

She pulls off her jacket, tossing Inyri a mocking salute. "I live to serve."

[velocitygirl]

Inyri's also a bitch, so she can't pass up the opportunity to shove her before turning around to walk out.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

The shove only pushes her a step back, but it has the added bonus of making her mad.

"Oh, very mature, Inyri. C'mon, let's push me around a bit more."

[velocitygirl]

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" Inyri mutters.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"Of course I would, because I so clearly love it when you treat me like shavit."

Her fists are clenched slightly, nails against the skin of her palm.

[velocitygirl]

"Right." She snaps, turning around. "And you're so much better. I came here to apologise, because kriff it, Shalla, I know how I treat you and I'm sorry and I know that I'm fucking it all up again and I'm so damn good at it so why stop now?!"

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"If you're so kriffing sorry then why do you kriffing do it? It's not like I haven't tried to fix things, because I have, a lot more than once. I'm so kriffing tired of trying, d'you know that? It's discouraging, chasing after you and ending up screaming and fighting."

[velocitygirl]

"Fine." Inyri says, defeated. "Fine. I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone. Never again, Shalla. You win."

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

She whirls suddenly, hitting the wall behind her with the heel of her hand.

"And that," she mutters, breathing hard through the throbbing in her hand, "is exactly what I mean."

[velocitygirl]

"And I thought you didn't want to fight." Inyri whirls around, snapping.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"I don't. But I'd rather fight than go through this," she gestures at the space between them, "over and over."

[velocitygirl]

"I don't know how to fix it." Inyri says. "I don't know how to fix anything. So I'm going to leave."

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"Because that obviously helps everything. Sorry, I'd forgotten."

[velocitygirl]

"Kriff you." Inyri snaps.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"Been there, done that, but the offer's appreciated," she shoots back.

[velocitygirl]

Inyri glances at her one last time. "How would you fix this, Shalla?"

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"Massive amounts of alcohol and a memory wipe," she says, almost immediately.

She's thought of it before.

"Or us being completely honest with one another, but that won't ever happen."