Sims room

[velocitygirl]

Inyri feels the urge to fly.

S'why she's in the sims, flipping switches and soaring over the skies of Coruscant.



She could do this run with her eyes closed.

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[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

Shalla's in one of the sims, going through the Battle of Endor.

She's doing well, but then she gets clipped, and curses rather loudly before restarting.

Damn Imps.

[velocitygirl]

Inyri's fingers grip the throttle harder for a moment. She was content to ignore the other person in the room. But it was Shalla, judging from the cursing.

She lets go and flies into a building. The sim shakes not so realistically.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

Next time she fails, she sighs and flicks the switches off, pushing herself out of the machine.

"Need newer packages," she mumbles to herself.

[velocitygirl]

Inyri lets herself fly into yet another building.


She's not so much in the mood for flying anymore. Crashing is much more therapeutic.


At least it's just virtual suicide.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

Some of the noise from the crash leaks out through the sim, and Shalla gives it an amused glance.

"Need some help in there?"

[velocitygirl]

Inyri's hand falls out of the sim, and she presses restart with the other. "No, 'm good."


It's only ten seconds before crashing in again.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"..."

Shalla sighs and sticks her head in the sim.

"Doesn't look like it."

[velocitygirl]

"You'd only get annoyed if I told you what's up." Inyri looks up at her. "I don't mind the crashing."

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"Y'might bug it up if y'keep doing that," she says. "It can't be used to scores that low."

[velocitygirl]

"Wes likes this fighter, I'm sure it does fine with the low scores." Inyri says, trying a grin.

She is sitting in the yellow sim after all.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"Pretty sure even Wes doesn't fly into buildings soon as he finds one."

She presses a few buttons and flicks a couple of switches. A new battle loads, this one in space and lacking in buildings.

"There."

[velocitygirl]

Inyri doesn't move and just swallows hard. "I don't want to do this anymore."

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

Shalla shrugs and turns the sim off.

"See y'later, then."

[velocitygirl]

Inyri swings her legs over the edge of the sim. "Is this all we are now?"

She watches Shalla glumly. "Passing glances and meaningless conversations?"

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"... pretty sure that's what friends do, actually."

She cocks her head.

"What else d'you want from me?"

[velocitygirl]

"Some shitty friends you've had, then." Inyri mutters, pushing out of the sim. "Nevermind, forget it. I'll see you later."

Run away.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

Shalla frowns at her and grabs her arm.

"D'you want each of our conversations to be deep and meaningful? I'm not sure enough in my life to make that happen."

[velocitygirl]

"I don't want every single one of them to be so kriffing flippant and strained." Inyri says, pulling at her arm. She wants it back.

"Just forget it."

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"Inyri, almost all of my conversations are flippant. Sorry, but 's who I am."

She lets go of Inyri.

"Didn't know I'd be a disappointment."

[velocitygirl]

Inyri takes a step back. "Welcome to that feeling."

She shakes her head and moves back again.

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yeah, 'cause you always disappointed me so much."

Shalla rolls her eyes.

"Of course."

[velocitygirl]

"I didn't say I disappointed you. Heaven forbid I speak of anyone else though."

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"Pretty sure I listened all the times you wanted to talk 'bout Wes. And Face. And your family. But hey, if you wanna paint me self-centered, go right ahead."

[velocitygirl]

Inyri knows she listened. She's lashing out, she's uncertain, she's not happy.

She shakes her head, "I'm sorry, I know. I'll...go."

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"Fine. But if you go, you're gone. I'm sick of this. I dunno how many times I've tried to make things better, but no matter what I do y'just don't feel like listening."

She sighs and holds up her hands.

"Y'don't want to stick around, and I can't do the work for both of us."

[velocitygirl]

At the moment, this is exactly what Inyri wants to hear. She's determined to lose a friend for good this time.

She's determined to make herself miserable.

"Then stop." She tells Shalla, with a grim look. "Just...let go."

[fighter--pilot.livejournal.com]

"My pleasure," she spits, turning her back on Inyri and climbing back into her sim.

[velocitygirl]

Inyri nods. Good.


She turns around and walks out.


Good.