Isabelle sat in the bar of the QZ, drinking a beer. She stood up after skillfully beating someone in a game of billiards and took a long sip of her bottle. The pilot placed it down on a table beside her and started to throw darts at a target. Her brown eyes focused intently on each individual throw. Every hit landed on the bullseye, just like a perfectly aimed firearm. Her heart longed to be in the sky again. Among the stars in her aircraft.
ZING. Another dart was thrown at the target. Thinking of the loss of her deceased friend Beckett’s beloved cabin in the Smokeys, thanks to them. Her and Al would just have to keep running and running place to place for the rest of their lives. Their current stop was the QZ, but they couldn’t stay forever. It was too much of a threat for the place to be bombed by the Civic Republic. All of those innocent civilians and people.
The last dart finally hit its mark. Belle hadn’t noticed but she was breathing hard. No one paid her any mind, however. It was strenuous by any means, she was just so focused on hating and missing everything in her world that she had just thrown dart after dart until her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest.
“What?” snapping at the person who looked at her.
