ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ (mobdog) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-11-13 11:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2018 [11] november, marina scherbatskaya, viktor scherbatsky |
Who: Vic Scherbatsky & Marina Kovalenka
When: Backdated to the morning of November 4
Where: The RV Park near the Dog Park
What: Finding a new home that they won't live in together for a while!
Marina was so done sleeping in a tent. She was a grown ass woman and Vic was practically as big as their tent. While they’d relented the airstream to Sasha and Max, there was still no reason for them to be sleeping on an air mattress every night. After far too long they’d finally decided it was time to go and look for a more permanent living space for them and she couldn’t have been more excited. In just a few hours time they could have an actual place to call theirs. It was true that she and Vic hadn’t been exclusive for all that long, but with the vast amount of uncertainty in their lives, they both seemed to be operating on a “sieze the day” kind of thing. (What other way was there to live in a literal wasteland?) In any event, she finished getting ready for their expedition by pulling on her leather jacket then looked at Vic with a smile. “I’m all set when you are.” "I'm ready." Vic stood up from the garden chair that leaned against Sasha and Max's Airstream. He looked at Marina, first, then the tent behind her, through his sunglasses, taking in the sights before he stepped closer to her. He knew that this was a good, welcome move in his life. Getting that tent set up had been kind of a hasty thing that happened as soon as he'd heard word from Max that he wanted to move in. Vic hadn't had any real attachment to staying in the Airstream himself and if he were being entirely honest, being in there without Zhenya was still sometimes tough. So the tent it was, and he'd never had a problem with it until Marina had started living with him. As fast as their relationship was moving, he knew if they were gonna be important to each other he'd have to do right by her, just like he had once for Zhenya. Besides, it would be real fucking nice to sleep on an actual bed again. Vic rested his arm around her upper back and shoulders with a settled mind and a bittersweet kind of excitement. Moving her arm around Vic’s waist, her hand found its way into his back pocket as they walked, the pair easily falling in step with one another. "Figure we can go to that RV Park nearby, where Willa got hers." Marina wasn’t often the type of person to express her feelings verbally and instead relied on her actions to speak louder than words. It was far too soon to think about how she was falling in love with Vic, but going out to find a trailer they could live in together hopefully made it pretty damn clear that she was serious about him. “Sounds good. That’s close by.” Assuming they’d take Vic’s bike for the journey, she began leading them that way, and looked up as they walked, saying with a smirk, “You know, if you let me drive then you’d be my bitch.” Was she even referred to that around camp still? Things between her and Vic were obviously exclusive but she had no fucking idea what the rules were for climbing the social ladder. "You think you can handle it?" It was a joke, of course, some good-natured ribbing as they approached his ride. "That much weight in the back, I mean." It was some lame kind of innuendo, Vic knew, but it was the best he could do on such short notice. Marina just rolled her eyes and nodded her head, as if it should be clear that she was up to the challenge -- sexual innuendo or otherwise. He grinned as he tried to picture what they must look like. He'd ridden bitch with Teagan while he'd been laid up with his shoulder and together they must have been a sight, but Marina was even smaller than Teagan. He pulled away from her so she could get on, handing her the keys. Two prospects walked over, clearly looking for their own rides, and Vic turned to face them square on, anticipating a couple of barbed remarks, but none came. Vic's grin broadened for a moment before he suppressed it, fixing the men with his best attempt at a 'don't fuck with us' kind of glare as he straddled the bike behind her. "Maybe you should prospect one of these days," he said, resting his hands on her waist and holding on tight. Unlike his first remark, this one wasn't a joke. Hadn’t Max told her the same thing at the Carnival? Or maybe he had only been telling Marina that she was more badass than the current prospects to try and get on her good side. In any event, Vic wasn’t the first one to tell her she should prospect. It was something she’d thought about a few times since her brief conversation with Max and she still wasn’t sure where she landed on it. Part of her was enjoying things just as they were but if she was being honest with herself, she missed feeling important and like she had real purpose. Was taking the patch the solution to that, though? She just wasn’t sure. She inserted the key into the bike and kicked it to life as she also narrowing her eyes at the other prospects, daring them to comment on the situation she and Vic had going on. She supposed it was a funny sight but it was none of their fucking business. Besides, if they didn’t want Vic making their time prospecting more difficult than it had to be, they would know better than to talk shit about them. “You gonna sponsor me? Make me wear the pink sparkly helmet and everything?” She asked, raising her voice to be heard over the loud rumble of the bike’s engine, a sound that had become comforting to her in these past few months. As usual, they were speaking Russian so she could talk as loud as she wanted and no one would be the wiser on the content of their conversation. Well, unless Rome or Sasha were around. “I would look so pretty,” she added, the amusement evident in her voice. He leaned forward to move his mouth closer to her ear, all the better to be heard over the engine as she directed them towards the exit and out onto the road that lay ahead. "You'd have to wear one of the plain ones. Think it'd be more punishment to you to not make you look so pretty." Marina laughed. With both wheels steering the bike and her focus needed to navigate them towards their destination, there wasn’t much more she could do besides that, and say, “You flatterer.” Riding bitch or not, the allure of being on a bike was brand-new every time he got out. He lapsed into a comfortable silence as they drove out, speaking up again once they'd parked and dismounted. There were a couple of RVs still there, but many had been taken into the Dog Park over the last two years. He kept his weapon at the ready, looking out for any geeks who'd settled into the empty spaces left by the taken homes. "You got any ideas about what you'd want in one of these?" Marina took her gun out as well, though held it low, as they began walking towards the nearest RV. “I’m not picky. Something with walls that’s big enough to fit an actual bed. Some place we could sit would also be nice,” she shrugged before looking up at him with a smirk. “And what about you? Are your only requirements that you fit inside the trailer?” "More or less." He shot her a grin as they tried the RV's door, the expression fading only slightly as it failed to budge. They'd talked about this and had come prepared, so he stepped back and gave Marina room to start to pick at the lock. It wasn't a skill he'd ever had to learn; if she hadn't been there, he likely would've shot the damned thing open. She’d borrowed a lock-picking kit from the resource hanger, knowing it might come in handy today, and soon enough she had the door open, lock unscathed. If they were potentially going to live in here, they couldn’t have a busted front door. “And that’s how it’s done,” she said, returning the grin. “I can teach you how to do that some day, if you want,” she added with a smile. The way Marina saw it, they were a pretty good team. Vic could handle matters that needed brute force and she was well-equipped to handle the tasks that took a little more delicacy. But even still, diversifying skills was always a good idea. He pulled the door open and started to step into the RV, looking around at the conditions inside. "Yeah, sure. Why not give it a shot?" Vic didn't think it'd be his thing -- it looked like painstaking work, full of subtle movements that required a close attention to detail -- but he liked the idea of learning something from her. “The next lock is all you then,” she smiled, following him into the RV. The RV was all right on the inside, with all the usual amenities -- kitchen, eating area, bed. However, although he'd never been a guy who cared all that much about how shit looked, even he had to wince at the neon yellow design scheme its previous owners had used. "Shit. I have a headache just being in here." He shot a glance over at Marina, frowning. "We should shoot it up." Marina squeezed her eyes closed, guarding her pupils from the fluorescent yellow paint. “Maybe the people who lived here before were color blind,” she scowled. Why else would anyone pick it? “Let’s leave it and see what else there is before we make that kind of decision.” It would be a shame if this were the best option of the RVs here, but if need be, they could find some paint and fix it. "Who the fuck knows." Vic followed her out of the RV, squinting still as though he were trying to will away the sight of all of that fucking yellow, before he caught sight of another RV across the way with a dumbass saying painted on the front: 'Home Sweet Motor Home.' "Really? Who thought that was a good idea?" Marina caught sight of the motorhome just a few seconds after Vic, but when she did she let out a laugh. “What are you talking about? We should get Maggie to embroider us a matching quilt,” she teased. She reached out, taking Vic’s hand in hers then began leading them over to it. "You know she'd love that shit too." But Vic followed after her dutifully with only a small grimace on his face, shaking his head. Even if the paint on the front was corny as hell, things like that could be fixed. Or even if they couldn’t, it was something Marina was willing to tolerate if it meant they got to sleep on a real bed at night. Dropping his hand once they were at the door to the RV, she held out the lock picking tools in response to Vic's dubious stare and said, “Give it a try. These locks have a lot of pins so that’s why it takes a bit. Just get a feel for it.” She wasn’t expecting him to get it open on the first try. He’d be a lock-picking prodigy if he did. But he had to start somewhere if he wanted to learn. Marina pulled out tension wrench and held it out to Vic, and once he grabbed it she pointed to the shortest end of the tool. “So you put that in the key opening, at the base of it, and use that to keep tension. Then you take one of the rakes” she said, offering that to him as well, “and use that to rock back and forth, trying to put the pins in the right combo.” It was a quick and dirty explanation, but for now it would do. "Seems like a lot of effort when you could just shoot the thing," he joked, kind of getting the sense that there was more than just a bit to the art of this, but he did as she indicated and moved the tension wrench and rake into the lock. She'd put the lumpy side of the rake facing up when she'd picked the lock, so he mimicked that as he started to slowly push up on the handle. He could already tell that it required a lot more finesse than he was bringing to it, though, and after a few moments' worth of trying he shook his head, a little frustrated, and stepped back. "Why don't you just do it already?" Marina watched on fondly and when he returned the tools to her, she stood on her tippy toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “It was a good start,” she said, smiling at his scowl, before turning her focus to the lock. It took her a few moments to solve, but once it clicked open, she swung the door back and gestured for Vic to go inside. “Let’s hope this one doesn’t make us go blind.” "Here's hoping." He stuck his head in to take a first cursory scan of the place. Luckily, the brown woodsy kind of look it had was a definite upgrade to the neon yellow of the first RV, so it was already a top contender. "Yeah, it's not bad," he added, gesturing for Marina to follow him in all the way. Once she was inside, he stepped past the small kitchen and front seating area and moved back towards a half-circular booth. "Lots of seating, but where are we supposed to sleep?" He leaned down to feel the material of the booth's seat backing, then raised an eyebrow as it budged. Vic pushed at it curiously and, once that half had folded down most of the way to reveal a makeshift mattress, turned back to face her. "I guess back here." Marina pursed her lips together at the makeshift bed. It wasn’t exactly what she’d had in mind but it was better than an air mattress in a tent, so she could work with this. “We could find a real mattress to put it on top of that. I don’t think we’d want that many people sitting in here, anyway.” Vic would be big enough as it is, there was no need to overcrowd the trailer. Turning around slowly to get a better look at the place, her eyes flicked up at the area above the driver’s seat. “Is that the time out corner?” She asked with a laugh, pointing up. "For you, maybe, or Sasha. Maybe even Max. Like hell I'm getting up in there," he deadpanned, though there was a secret part of him that was curious about whether he could actually manage to fit. (Maybe one day when she was out, he'd see if Max could help him up there.) Taking a step back towards Vic, she rested her hands on his chest and looked up at him through her lashes, a smirk on her lips. “So where does Daddy go when he’s in trouble then?” "Fuck off," he said, an amused little smile of his own on his face. "You know Daddy ain't ever in trouble." “Only because you’re making the rules,” she said, giving him a playful slap to the chest. He grabbed her hand before she had a chance to fully withdraw it and used it to pull her in closer towards him, settling his arm around her shoulders. “So what do you think of this one?” "It's not bad," he said, turning his head to survey it once more. "It's pretty nice, actually." Almost better than the one he'd shared with Zhenya, actually, but it felt wrong to admit that out loud. "What do you think?" “I like it. It’s better than the last one. You fit inside,” she smirked, “and with a little tweaking we can make the bed nice. We should try to find the keys or at least make sure there’s gas in the tank before we hotwire it.” Leaning into his chest, she turned her head and moved up to her tippy toes to press a kiss to his lips. “Do you know how to do that or do I need to show you that as well?” she teased. "Damn, you're going all in on me today." Vic tightened his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. "I can at least do that." He fell silent then, looking around the RV once more and wondering if this was it: the beginning of a new life for him. (Or some other kind of dumb phrase or saying that Max would use to describe this turning point or chapter's end or what the fuck ever.) Truthfully, it felt good to move on. And now that he had another option and had the chance to really think about it, maybe he was looking forward to having a place to be in that could be his again, one that wasn't an air mattress on the ground in a tent that collapsed every other day. This RV meant something to him, even if he didn't know exactly how to express it out loud to her just then. So he kissed the top of her head, then stepped forward to see if they could get this thing's engine working again. "Come on, let's bring it back." |