♡ took a wrong turn and we fell down a rabbit hole. you held tight to me 'cause nothing's as it seems and spinning out of control ♡
signy odindotter:
♥ still confident, short-tempered, stubborn, rebellious
♥ still more like her adoptive brother tha...
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The apartment was smaller than either girl was used to. The door opened to the comfortable living space. It was already furnished with a yellow, velvet couch, large patterned pink rug, quirky glass coffee table, and array of throw pillows and blankets which the girls had picked out online over the last few days. Tony decided that if he was going to do this, he wanted to do it right and make sure it was a space that the girls felt comfortable and safe in. Knowing that self-expression was an important part of Signy's mental health journey over the past few years, decorating the space for her would only have kept her from connecting with it.
Next to the living space was a kitchen with a bright, tile backsplash and sleek marble countertops. On the far end of the kitchen sat a small dining table overlooking one of their many large windows which let in lots of natural light. In the living space, another window opened up to a small fire-escape balcony where two small chairs and a little table already sat.
Off of the main area, there were two bedrooms with a small bathroom between them. Both of the bedrooms had two towering windows letting in more light and had similarly already been filled with rugs, beds, and dressers picked out by Signy and Alice. They each had a record player which took up part of the room. Now all that was left to do was unload their clothing and trinkets to make the space officially theirs.
After a long time finding herself in large living spaces with no one around to fill it, making her isolation feel even bigger, Signy immediately liked the idea of a smaller space with just one other person to share it. She finally felt like she fit in the space she was given.
Alice had only the rest of that first day in the apartment to settle in before, the next morning, her first day of school arrived.
Signy escorted her through the public transit system across Queens to get to Midtown Science and Technology High School. She wore long, flared pants to cover up the monitor on her ankle so that she could walk Alice into the main office for the day. It was a temporary extension of her physical boundaries (Tony was getting good at getting what he wanted from the justice system that kept Signy under lock and key) and Sig was thankful for it.
Alice had never been in a real school before. She grew up with tutors and only made friends her age with other children of high society families. This was different. She was glad to have Signy to support her as she went in.
The painted brick walls were dull and colorless, occasionally dotted with bright posters marketing an upcoming event or trophy cases bragging about the school's mediocre athletics or excelling STEM teams.
The hallways were swarmed with teenagers, most of them walking in small groups. Drones flew over their heads from a group of robotics students who stood at the side of the staircase. Others walked through the halls with complex dioramas. A broadcast of school announcements sounded above them, streaming on small televisions throughout the halls. Alice saw a couple of girls with brightly dyed hair and piercings. She and Signy passed by a group of girls in cheerleading outfits who seemed to give her a judgemental, scanning look.
