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Wisdom Consumed in Confidence

Desma meets Gently - instantly likes the enthusiastic woman from the theater! She's going to help Desma build some confidence...even if Desma doesn't think she has any self belief. At least if she's acting she could fake it..or you know actually grow a spine.

Battle, Ares, Gomeisa x kyanite (Disposable).

There is Good in the World

Desma's on a "mission" from her psychologist..whom inadvertently advised her to give Anthony Darrow a card. Desma has a lot of respect for Tony..even though she saw him knocked out at the end of things.
Desma's going to Meet Super Sailor Chaonis.

Desma was sprawled across the overstuffed chair in the living room, an act she'd done hundreds of times. Lumpy, patched, and ugly blanket clutched to her. She'd had a stomach bug that kept her from going out and looking for a job this week, well she kept telling herself that and thinking that besides her flu - it was Thanksgiving, no one was hiring this week. No one wanted to see a grungy woman walk into their store and beg for an interview. Her mother's inheritance as small as it was had kept the lights on, and the heat working thus far, but she was afraid to spend any extras, to get a hair cut, it was shaggy and well past her shoulders, afraid to eat out as she so loved, even afraid to pay for the 'luxury' of cable and internet.

The only real thing she'd spent the money on was a nice pair of running shoes, Desma loved to run and be faster, stronger, and out run the problem of being alone in a city of thousands, being alone around the holidays, being alone period. Her aunt had been busy getting things ready for the winter, and supplying her small herd of turkeys to families, that she hadn't invited Desma up this year, or even kept track of the young woman.

Desma had, without the internet at home, been spending a lot of time at the library using their internet to submit her very minimal resume. She'd been a waitress in high school, but with her mental state as an adult she hadn't been able to hold down a job.

She tinkered with the idea of calling her aunt to live on the farm, but she loved the house her mother had left her, and she wanted to stay in it, to keep feeling like she was at home.

Miserable from the pain in her gut she flipped on the television, they only had the basic of the basic channels, 2, 4, 7, but at this point anything would do to numb the pain in her stomach and the boredom in her mind.

The News, goodie!

She drifted in and out of consciousness as she watched the local news, her head throbbing and body aching. She was sure she must have cooked something a little funny, she couldn't really cook to save her life, probably just to end it.

"People fainting for seemingly no reason." drifted across the television and the brunette stiffened. This was Destiny City, there was always a reason. The damn cosmic fight that seemed to only be going on here.

"I didn't hear that," she mumbled pulled the lumpy blanket closer to her chest.

"Sir, you say your daughter just...fainted?"

"Yes Ma'am, right there in the middle of Macy's she looked happy for a sale one minute, and then to the floor the next."

"Didn't hear that." she groaned again and searched for the remote. "There's nothing I can do anyways. I'm just a normal unemployed woman, who doesn't have a magic pen in her dresser."

"So there you have it, folks..."

Triumphantly she raised the remote control high and clipped the television off before she could hear anymore. She groaned and made the decision that on her next run she should probably bring the damn pen, but not to help anyone, really she had no idea, but to keep herself safe. Powered up she might be able to run, run from the other senshi or the Negaverse.

WC:585

Christmas Blues


Why wasn't anyone hiring for a waitress, seriously? There were always waitresses needed when she was in high school and her mom had insisted she get a job. Now that she was an adult they seemed to disappear, it was a conspiracy, the orange and black "HELP WANTED" signs must have been slowly eradicated by space aliens.

The brunette sat hunched over at the library sighing, her beat up laptop in front of her. She was applying for jobs that at this point she knew she wasn't qualified for. Desma hoped to bullshit her way through an interview and get something entry level. She had never been anything but a waitress.

She ran her hands through the shaggy mop she called hair and reminded herself to go get a haircut and maybe a few new outfits that looked semi professional. She'd never worried about any of that before, then again, she'd been a waitress all through high school and then worked on her aunt's farm, and now was a working dry spell.

Someone's ring tone jangled out an off putting rendition of Jingle Bells and Desma froze. It was already Christmas, wasn't it? Pretty damn close. She hadn't gotten around to throwing the ugly plastic Santa and eight tiny creatures-not quite reindeer out on the lawn, and hadn't tossed the lights around the house like usual.

She was just...in a funk.... that had to be it, maybe everyone could sense it when she dropped off an application or went in for a follow up. Then again, she hadn't heard back from any of the online applications either. It was going to be a blue Christmas, and she really wanted a green one. There were bills to pay, she wanted a new pair of running shoes, and she wanted to enroll in classes, eventually.

Dez felt lonely, her confidence in herself was wavering. She needed a friend and didn't know how to go about it. She'd been at St. Mags and not made friends, preferring+ to skip classes and watch television. She was so uncomfortable with herself that she didn't know how to make friends. But now? Now she was an adult and all alone in a house that was too big and too expensive for one struggling twenty something.

She debated starting a Craigslist ad for a friend but had chickened out before submitting what she wanted. It just looked desperate. She wanted someone to run around with, to literally run with, someone to encourage and being encouraged by. Someone who understood her jokes and also understood that at times she needed space. Desma also wanted someone that understood Destiny City, that understood what was really going on in the streets, and someone she could talk to about it and the desire to not be apart of it. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be a senshi if she actually had someone who knew what was going on with it, she didn't want to fight anyone - she didn't see a reason to do so - there was no motivation there for her to stick her neck out in a war she didn't understand.

She thought about the pen and senshi phone in her backpack, since the disappearances she'd been keeping them with her. She could probably look for another senshi on the phone, find someone to talk to. It would seem less crazy than looking for a friend on Craigslist that could understand Destiny City.

At the end of it all Desma just found herself wanting, wanting and lonely. She continued to surf the internet and thinking about what she could accomplish if she put herself out there. Some Christmas this was turning out to be.