Stars. Always stars. They had missed them so much. No more white. But there were no stars tonight either. Bruise colored clouds swirled quickly as they stared up. They had managed to find clothes at least. Well… Acquire was probably a better word for it. They had replaced more white with comfortable but too big jeans and a floppy sweater. At least it was better than the blood spattered scrubs they had been wearing. Less conspicuous too. Corrigan huffed at the sky. They really weren’t sure what to do from here. They had spent the last week trying to remember how to be a person. After a year in the white it was hard. Hard to remember to eat, to sleep, to drink, to do most anything. There was no more rules or schedules or experiments or training. No more… Corrigan’s head jerk to the side and they shook it quietly, letting their head fall back and eyes focus on the sky again automatically.
Stars. Always stars. They had missed them so much. No more white. But there were no stars tonight either. Blue eyes scanned the clouds in irritation but Corrigan realized they were blinking far too much, their eyes almost being stuck shut. It wasn’t until they shook their head and their wild blonde hair clung to their face like seaweed that they even realized it was pouring around them. Taking a slow deep breath, Corrigan savored the smell. Ozone, damp, the park’s lush greenery and flora. Dirt. Stars, they had missed the smell of dirt. Honestly, of all the things that still got them caught up and struck dumbfounded with their newfound freedom, it was the smells. The pure real smells of everything instead of the filtered air and antiseptic of the white place. Not for the first time in the week or so that Corrigan had been on their own did the actual realization flash through them.
It lanced through them so rapidly and powerfully that they weren’t even certain if that had been the lightning of the storm around them or their own sparks that lit up the area around them. Either way the static in the air was suddenly buzzing and the rain was hammering against soft leaves and thunder rumbled in the distance. A natural orchestra for a private celebration. A smile split their face at that and they tugged the ratty sneakers they had found off tossing them to the side. Rolling their neck slowly, Corrigan raised her arms and crossed them at the wrist. They really weren’t sure what strange possession had overtaken them but the need to dance despite- no, in spite of everything that had happened. That fire consumed every fiber, burning them into frayed edges that could only sway and twist with them. Corrigan twisted and shimmied and just let their feet lead the way for the rest of their body. They didn’t even realize they had shut their eyes, enjoying being lost in the music of the storm. Corrigan certainly didn’t realize that in their delighted dancing their sparks were running rampant, dancing as freely as they were on their skin and arcing into the small clearing.