Arisia's Journal

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Back from Mogo
Arisia has been spending time out with Mogo, trying to figure out all of the things she needs to figure out. They aren't world shaking sorts of things but they're important enough to her that she needs to sort out.

And now she's heading back to Oa again.

Of course, she doesn't need to head there right now but it is on the way. Sort of.

It makes her feel better.

It's been... strange...
Arisia has been eating almost non-stop when she hasn't been sleeping. She thinks she's gotten to the point where she doesn't feel ravenous all the time.

She isn't going to be able to put the weight back on before the party.

Which means she has a dress to alter.

And she kept coming back to the kiss. It's obvious why. It was.. a big deal.

She just... Oh, it was good.

It's something she needs to think about, obviously.

Even more than she is already.

It has not been the best day...
Today has not been the best day and the day before was not really a great one either.

She's managed to upset John greatly. She hopes that he was able to help Guy and didn't end up doing anything horrible to him.

Really... She should find out what happened, how things went but right this moment, she hasn't had the heart. She's been a little down recently. There is the thing with John and Hal is an ever present thought in the back of her head.

It's kind of funny how she feels so listless right now. She's not sure why it is funny but she finds herself amused by it in a morbid sort of way.

It doesn't really surprise her that she's ended up where she's ended up in her wandering, having been sort of flying where ever she felt like going. That she's wound up near where she used to live in LA ... It isn't surprising. It's been in her thoughts a lot. Things weren't perfect then but they felt happier.

She hovers in the sky, looking down at the city below her.

One of the booths in Warriors...
.. is currently covered in darkly colored velvet. Arisia saw it while she was out walking and had to get some. She got more than she needed. She might end up making a blanket or something with the extra. Maybe she'll make one for Kilowog. Yes, she has that much extra. It's just that pretty and she's always been a touch oriented sort.

Sitting in the booth, she is holding a needle between her teeth as she's pinning pieces of fabric together, eyes squinting a litle bit as she works on it. There is a small sewing machine on the table in the booth and the golden skinned young woman is currently humming to herself. The noise is a little distorted by the needle clenched between her teeth.

She seems to be in quite a good mood. The walk for ice cream she had with John has done wonders for her mood. It's always good when to come to terms with things and make realizations about life.

Things are good. They aren't where she wants them to be yet but things are good. And for this time, she's going to try something a little differently.

A lot of work to do...
Arisia has been primarily busied with learning how Warriors works. There is a part of her that thinks, for a moment, that Guy made her manager to keep her busy, to make sure she's here instead of out there, being a Lantern - putting herself in danger. And she that part of her might be right. It doesn't change the fact that, she does the jobs she's given. She doesn't question or compain very often. It is both an excellent and a terrfying trait in a Lantern. Especially for someone who will give their all and then continue to give once that is done.

She's gone out and stopped a few crimes in New York, kept her hand in things, as it were, and pondered the training she's supposed to be doing. She's not any better at healing than the next person, unless that person is Guy, but she does want to train those she is supposed to well and so she thinks about the use of the ring and how it works and why it works and what needs to be done with it.

Warriors is all but empty and sits rather quietly. Until the reopening, it will be that way more times than not. It's a little creepy and it reminds her of the last time she was here alone. The memory floods through her for a few moments, almost choking her but she pushes through it. It's just a memory. The more times she pushes through it, the less power it will have. Standing near the bar, she forces herself to look around, look at the place where it all happened....

Then she turns and heads out toward the sun. It is a lovely day outside. There is no need for her to be brooding inside. She'll face down her memories again and likely soon enough. Now is time for a walk in the park and possibly... some icecream.

Upon waking up in the brig...
She doesn't know what to do.

She honestly hasn't felt this twisted up and confused in her entire life. That includes a lot of traumatic events. That includes having her ring taken from her, having the man she thought was her true love turn into a monster and toss her into a broken pile like a rag doll... and waking up in a coffin after having been buried there.

Now... Now, she's just standing there, arms wrapped around her as she's staring off into space, wandering the paths of her own mind.

She almost killed Guy.

He left her for dead. None of them ...

Sinestro was there for her. He was kind to her. He saved her from being trapped in that box under the ground until she eventually starved to death, even her ability to regenerate needing something to work with.

But he called Major Force. He couldn't be her friend.

Maybe she didn't have any.... Not after she tried to kill them... Not after... Guy's blood covering her.

Her hands are clean now but she can remember the feeling of it seeping out between her fingers.

The elfin woman makes her way to a corner, steps listless, and sits down, wrapping her arms around her legs. She's so angry at them but she doesn't want them to hate her. If they... If they hate her, she won't have anyone left at all....

She's never felt this twisted up and sick. Right now she feels much more sixteen than twenty six, even if she has no idea what her age actually is anymore.