Dossier Eight

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[The swings seem to be the location of voice for upset little girls. Henrietta is kicking her feet absently, her violin case sitting, as it always does, close at hand. She pushes herself off a little, sees a constellation between her shoes.]

Orion...

Comments

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

...Okay...like...by sitting on one of those things? [Points directly at one of the swings.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Yes! And you move your legs back and forth and get momentum, and you swing into the air.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

And that's all? It doesn't get boring? Or scary? [Going over to sit on the swing now.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I like swings! We don't have them in the grounds around the warehouse.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

You live at a warehouse? Are you traveling too or something?

[Starts pushing her back and forth.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh no, it's like a dorm. It's just called the cyborg warehouse.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

Cyborg? What's a cyborg?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

It means parts of me are artificial.

[got-the-stones.livejournal.com]

Artificial? [Stomps a foot against the ground and frowns a bit.] Well that's...different...