Oct. 5th, 2015

kittydesade: (mecha)
Day 5: Hannah

Hannah's an odd character I'm not sure how to describe, mostly because I'm not sure who she was before the entire rest of her squad was killed. Starting with that, she was a mecha pilot in a world, again, of my own devising (I hardly ever write fanfiction anymore, I don't think I've written fanfiction in years, for no immediate reason) and she was the protagonist in a story I wrote for a BigBang Mixup event. Back when I was writing such things. I don't remember how long ago that was, but it was a fairly long time ago. Okay, tomorrow, I promise, a character I've written more recently than "years ago."

At any rate. Hannah was the sole survivor of an ambush that destroyed her team of mecha pilots, and as a result she isn't entirely functional. This is partly the ambush and partly the fault of the way the military handled her case after bringing her home for debrief, which is to say that they didn't know what to do with someone whose essential function within the army (navy? I think mecha would be army for these purposes) is to drive a very specialized piece of equipment, but for whom they have no positions like that available and she needs considerable grief and trauma counseling before they can retrain her for anything else. Fortunately for them all she went and shot a man in the torso and a more sensitive area before they had to figure out what to do with her, and as of her present she is on trial for attempted murder. She has a number of defenses, not the least of which is temporary insanity however inaccurate and detrimental that might be, but also the fact that the guy she shot wasn't a very nice man, and the scandal of that is just now starting to come to light as well. Certainly enough to taint the jury pool. Assuming this world has jury pools, I hadn't gotten that far.

She's of average or slightly above average logic-intelligence, book intelligence she's probably above average due to the amount of studying and schooling she had to have to become a mecha pilot. Emotional intelligence is up and down. She's not at all in tune with herself and wasn't before the ambush, she's restless, unhappy with herself and isn't sure what she would do without the mecha, which contributes to her post-ambush confusion. There's no real cause to this, it's simply how she is. She joined the interplanetary army because of a lack of any other clear direction, because they would give her orders and point her at something and she envied and wanted that kind of structure in her life. Now that she doesn't have it, she's not sure what she'll do. On the other hand if she goes to jail at least she'll have it again.
kittydesade: (morning ugh)
Welp. Getting up at 6.15 because I was wide awake despite having already been woken up twice last night (albeit once only to realize oh I actually have been aslzzzzzz) was probably not my best idea ever.

Ugh the weekend. Well, the half a weekend, because I'm not sure doing a half day at work and then dragging myself to a roda for one day counts as a full weekend, but we did get in a roda. Well, I got in some time and it did happen because we at least had an indoor venue, despite the buckets pouring. It was fun! I was called up almost as soon as I'd gotten my shoes on, which was more than a little terrifying. But it was fun, I wasn't horrible, I wasn't even the most horrible person in the room, I'm pretty sure my form was on point even if I tired out quickly and couldn't ... how to describe it. I can do certain moves pretty well by now. I can do other moves less well. I suck right now at stringing them together in coordinated phrases. There's about two or three phrases I can do, and then I'll either keep defaulting to them or mentally panic and depending on the situation (not in a roda of course) wait for one of the teachers to cue me. I need to work on that. Badly. That said, the fact that I had the confidence to do a small roda was heartening.

And then I kind of fell over. I don't actually remember much of what I did when I got home other than play Diablo and glee over the fact that I hadn't totally embarrassed myself. I remember the boy ordered pizza. Not much other than that.

And then Sunday was full of catching up on all the work I didn't do Saturday, particularly the astronomy stuff due 6.30 Monday morning, so, no, not so much of a weekend. This coming weekend anyway. Should be better. I hope. I want my weekends back. Am I doing anything for the next several weekends? I don't think so.

... it really has been that long hasn't it. First weekend of September was DragonCon, second weekend of September was a road trip, third weekend of September was necessarily flat, fourth I think managed also to be flat, and then roda and work and everything. Okay, no, I'm not wrong. I will now proceed to spend all weekends from here till Nanowrimo being as fucking flat as possible. Knitting, reading. Watching online class lectures while knitting. Sleeping, lots of sleeping. Blogging, I guess, too, there's still Haven to be done. But also flatness. Lots of flatness. At least with blogging we have an extra evening to work on it.

Right. Done complaining at you all, I have writings to do and look! I'm even keeping up with OC October! Shock!

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