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Lost and Found (OPEN)
Sept 18, 2012 - 1:26 pm
Newt had spent the last weeks in the ducts. Leaving only to go to the bathroom and eat when she got hungry enough. She had avoided any contact with anyone so far. Maybe they thought she was gone too. Maybe it was better that way.
When Brisco disappeared she'd lay in the bed of his empty room and cried. She was there for days. Everything of him had been stripped away. Including his scent. If she didn't have stills on her communicator it would be as if he never was.
Everybody left.
She'd retreated to the ducts and didn't come out. It was safer there. No one could sneak up on you. No one to see you. No one to care about. If she cared they would be taken.
She had visited her room only to collect Molly, her doll. The white stuffed rabbit Nuada had given her was guarding her bed. It was too bulky to take. She didn't feel like trying to keep clean. Maybe being grimy and smelly would keep people away. She had taken to sleeping most of the time. Dreams were better when they came, then reality. The nightmares only woke her for a little while. Then she'd sleep some more.
Most of the time she didn't feel like eating. Her overalls and tee had become too big on her. It didn't matter. Only Kasumi came and went. Occasionally trying to draw her out.
Then Kasumi stopped coming.
Her room was empty. Her closet as well.
Newt stopped her lessons and didn't even send back the math problems Mr. Baltar sent. He'd be next if she didn't stay away.
Unable to stand the hungry anymore Newt scouted the unoccupied kitchen. She knew there was a replicator there. And considering the few natural foodstuff's around it was unlikely anyone would visit. Even if there were carrots and green onions in the fridge.
She stood before the replicator and asked for a cupcake.
Newt had spent the last weeks in the ducts. Leaving only to go to the bathroom and eat when she got hungry enough. She had avoided any contact with anyone so far. Maybe they thought she was gone too. Maybe it was better that way.
When Brisco disappeared she'd lay in the bed of his empty room and cried. She was there for days. Everything of him had been stripped away. Including his scent. If she didn't have stills on her communicator it would be as if he never was.
Everybody left.
She'd retreated to the ducts and didn't come out. It was safer there. No one could sneak up on you. No one to see you. No one to care about. If she cared they would be taken.
She had visited her room only to collect Molly, her doll. The white stuffed rabbit Nuada had given her was guarding her bed. It was too bulky to take. She didn't feel like trying to keep clean. Maybe being grimy and smelly would keep people away. She had taken to sleeping most of the time. Dreams were better when they came, then reality. The nightmares only woke her for a little while. Then she'd sleep some more.
Most of the time she didn't feel like eating. Her overalls and tee had become too big on her. It didn't matter. Only Kasumi came and went. Occasionally trying to draw her out.
Then Kasumi stopped coming.
Her room was empty. Her closet as well.
Newt stopped her lessons and didn't even send back the math problems Mr. Baltar sent. He'd be next if she didn't stay away.
Unable to stand the hungry anymore Newt scouted the unoccupied kitchen. She knew there was a replicator there. And considering the few natural foodstuff's around it was unlikely anyone would visit. Even if there were carrots and green onions in the fridge.
She stood before the replicator and asked for a cupcake.
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Yeah, she knew that wasn't want he meant. The burgers the colony got were really processed and expensive. Beef had to be shipped from Earth. Chicken was a staple, as it provided meat and eggs with less feed, and therefore was raised on planet. Hot dogs were cheap, even if they were shipped, so she got them occasionally.
"Pizza. Mom made it when we got good marks on studies." Frozen and dehydrated were what she grew up with. We got pop for birthdays. But the machine keeps giving me vegetable juice when I ask for it here. I tried asking for Veggie juice and got tea." She made a disgusted face.
Her weight loss was obvious. She had to have lost five pounds and on a nine year old that was a lot.
It was a bad idea to go with Steve. He could get hurt. But she'd seen him fight in the gym. Maybe he could fight whatever took people off. Maybe.
Newt tried to think of some old movies that might be from Steve's time not remakes. She reluctantly took his hand.
"You ever see the Princess Bride? It has sword fights, adventure, revenge. So boys can like it.?"
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He would honestly have watched anything, as long as Newt agreed to come, but that actually sounded like a good adventure movie, even if the title was a little weird for an adventure movie. Maybe the princess bride in question was the hero, who knew.
"Hopefully we'll be more fortunate trying to get that movie from the Cortex than you seem to be getting pop out of the replicators." The Cortex wasn't quite as tricky as the replicators, but it still in no way seemed to cooperate with them.