anarchist_queen | Room 515, Tuesday Afternoon

Leda was not hiding. Okay she totally was. Just what and who she was hiding from she didn't particularly know. Just, hiding in general. From the world she supposed.

Spending the weekend as Florida again had been an oddly enjoyable experience. Odd considering it was due to a cursed necklace. But she had liked spending time with Momoko and James and others while in her wee state. It reminded her of happy times with Wolfboy.

But then things had taken a drastic turn for the worse.

So, now she was hiding in her room, huddled on her bed, trying to ignore the ache in her shoulder, which was harder every time she tried to adjust the sling. Which she probably shouldn't be doing anyway.

She was trying to hide from the memories as well, hiding in memories of better times. Making pizza with Momoko, flirting with James and his sword, playing with Jello with Karla, or her reunion with her mother and Mooner.

She even tried thinking of fairly innocuous things like the first time she saw Kurt without his disguise. He'd been so cute, she kind of had a minor crush on him. Which made her think of meeting and flirting with some of the new kids.

But then she'd think of something like learning fencing from James, and the events of the day before would come crashing back down upon her.

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James knocked on her door. "Leda? You inside?"

(phoneping.hope this works.)

She considered not answering,but not for long.

"No!" she called out in a falsely cheery voice. "But come in anyway in case I'm lying."

"I will, whoever you are." He entered, closing the door behind him and resting against it, as if barring the exit.

"You appear to be in here. And alive." He lead with the obvious.

"Some might say I earned it." she said, with only a slight trace of bitterness in her tone.

"So have I. And some others, too," he said. Like Helen. Locky.

Anita.

"I have something to tell you," he said, forcing a smile on his face.

"Oh yes?" she asked. She appeared outwardly very calm. Which of course meant she was anything but.

"If you get kidnapped again, I'm not going to be happy," he informed her, arms crossed.

That made her laugh. "Well we can't have that can we. Thank you, by the way."

"I'm glad you're still here," he said. He moved away from the door, almost in hugging range. "How's the legs?"

"Actually I think my right one's fallen asleep." She'd been in that one position for awhile.

"You should move, then. I recall that everything but your legs hurt. If they start hurting, you might be done for."

Gallows humor, James. Way to be classy.

Nothing wrong with gallows humor.

"Hey ever seen someone try to walk when one leg is asleep?"

"Only when the awake leg was a pegleg," he returned.

"Okay that's something I'd like to see." she snickered, managing to adjust her legs, sending the tell tale pin pricks up her right.

"Big lug of a pirate. Glass eye, too." He smirked a little.

She laughed again. "Apparently not that great in a fight."

"Not him. Named Lucky, too." He grinned. "You gonna survive?"

There weren't many things Leda was sure of these days. But that was one of them.

"Yeah." she nodded. "I'll survive. And now I have Gloria Gaynor in my head. So, thanks for that."