Joey McCoy is a total daddy's girl. (imanursenota__) wrote in remediumlogs, @ 2015-10-22 16:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !day 12, jesse pinkman, joanna mccoy |
WHO: Joey McCoy and OTA Jesse Pinkman
WHERE: At the river, near where it runs behind the slaughterhouse.
WHEN: Day 12, late afternoon.
WHAT: Enjoying time off.
WARNINGS: Language/paranoia?
STATUS: Complete
To put it simply, Joey was exhausted. It had been a long twelve days — and she was absolutely counting — but the few days when everyone had been sick had absolutely been the most fatiguing, to be sure. It was good practice, she supposed, for when she'd end up working either in a hospital or with Starfleet on one of their ships, though. There was that. Living largely on plant-life rather than meat, because she felt too awkward to ask the people she didn't know but who did most of the hunting for some of their finds, Joey had even less energy than normal and without her typical three or four cups of coffee to keep her going every day in this place, by the time everyone started feeling better and she could actually take a break, Joey felt more than overdue. So, once the weather warmed a little more, Joey headed out of the housing development and down to the riverside near where the north and east walls met behind the slaughterhouse, because she thought it would be the most private. She didn't have a bathing suit, so her pajama tank top and a pair of underwear were going to have to do, because it took too damn long for her jeans or pajama pants to dry and something told her that there weren't enough plants in the river to bother her the way that people had been saying they'd been bothered. She wasn't really a swimmer, but she did enjoy swimming and she figured that as long as she was within the walls of the commune, then she would be safe enough not to need someone to come with her. Joey shimmied out of her jeans once she was behind the relative privacy of the slaughterhouse and folded them neatly, leaving them on a rock near the edge of the river before carefully navigating her way off the edge and into the water. It was cold and sent a shiver through her which elicited a gasp and a hissed "shit, that's cold," to slip from her lips. After the intial shock of it passed, Joey lowered herself the rest of the way into the river and closed her eyes, taking a breath before dropping beneath the surface and coming up a few seconds later, pushing wet hair off her face and sighing with relief. There, now she could let herself relax in the low speed current and take a few minutes — or maybe an hour, if she was lucky — of Joey time before she got cold. Maybe the cold water would shock some more energy into her and then she could go get some more blueberries before heading back inside to take a nap, now that her usefulness had waned for the moment. |