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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"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."

"You're welcome?" James answered, not sure who or what a Glory Againer was.

"What is that? The Glory thing?"

"She's a singer, most famous for a song called I Will Survive." she smirked.

"You'll have to play that sometime," he said, nodding.

She had it on her seedy box, but she wasn't really in the mood for optimistic disco just now. "I definitely will. Thanks, by the way."

"For what?" he asked with a shrug.

"Well the rescue obviously, but also for being a good friend while I was little."

"At least you did not talk my head off."

She snickered. "Yeah, I definitely wasn't a talkative child."

"Vety quiet. Not sure you were fed well, though."

"Well I lived on the streets, and so did those who protected me. At that time in my life anyway."

He laughed. "When I was young, we had a guild to take care of us. For a fee, of course."

"They called it dues?"

He grinned. "Something like that."

"We were more a, share and share a like cause we're all in this together type of group."

"Not ours. You were expected to pay your share."

"Different societies." she shrugged. "We all contributed something, but it wasn't like, pay us or get out."

"Yes, indeed."

"In Bordertown we didn't even have a set monetary system. It was all barter. If you had something to trade, you used that. Otherwise it was, I give you this, you do this for me, or vice versa."

"We had protection, place to stay if things got heated, protection from the town guards, but if you did something against the rules, you were out on your own." He looked away. "Scum get their deserves."

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