Post by Zelda Fitzgerald Zied on Aug 27, 2020 4:38:24 GMT
The first few weeks of being home in New Orleans had not been fun. In fact, Zelda probably spend most of those days debating whether or not she now liked being with the Marines more, or liked being at home. So far, the former was winning, but she knew that if she returned to the military she'd miss her family instantly.
She'd accepted a position at Robespierre Academy on a whim. She'd been questioning herself on why she'd taken a damn job, a damn job in education out of all possible ones, because Zelda was never one to sit still and hadn't even pictured herself having a job at all. Like, what was one supposed to do once they landed a job? Celebrate that your life would probably be dull and boring for the rest of your life?
Okay, why was she trying to say it any other way? Zelda disliked commitment. Period. She had literally cried the night after she'd signed up for the Marines, because jeez, she'd signed away her freedom as she watched her signature bleed across the paper.
It didn't turn out to be that bad, the Marine life was exciting and thrilling, as she'd hoped. Yes, there were grueling times when she had to endure training and drills and stuff that required structure, but she got beat up when she didn't so that was basically the sole reason she endured all of that. And, once she passed her physical exams, they weren't as hard on her and so she learned to value what little autonomy she received. And then, because she was apparently a masochistic jackass, she had signed up for more time and eventually made a Staff Sergeant out of herself. Would you look at that.
Then she'd gotten bored and booked a ticket for home straight after they handed her her discharge notice.
Lately Zelda had come to the logic that she had stayed with the Marines as long as she'd had was because it had been kind of relieving to live within a routine, and it was fun to have to break that routine when something unexpected occurred-- say, a war. Deployment was probably the best years of her life.
Arabella worked at Robespierre too and had helped Zelda secure the job. Zelda had done the polite thing and thanked her sister, and pretended to be more enthusiastic than she was, which was not very much. What could she say? Zelda was spontaneous and saying yes to the teaching position was just another spontaneous thing she agreed to without really reading the fine print. Arabella had also asked if Zelda wanted to be part of the council like she was, and Zelda had laughed out loud before realizing 'Bella was serious. Now that was too far.
Anyway, she was locking up her office-- wow, she had an office, how official-- because she had finished teaching the last of her classes and was eager to leave. In truth, wherever Zelda went, she was eager to leave. She would count down the minutes until she was able to secure an exit, which gave her some kind of twisted motivation to do her best during the time she was waiting. Eh. People had their MO's; to each their own.
She made her way into the city of NOLA, into the human world and away from the supernatural. Zelda wanted a drink, and she would've gone to the Railroad Stop owned by that old-money vampire but she had gotten kicked and subsequently banned for starting a bar-fight with a succubus after one too many drinks. Well, not really, Zelda remembered she was just pissed off and whenever she got pissed off she threw hands. Whatever.
Strolling along the streets, she browsed the crowd, wondering curiously if there was another supernatural among the people; or if people were aware of what she was. Someone passed by and she bared her fangs in a grin.
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