Repose

[It's on her way back into town after spending the days immediately after wiping out the electrical supply closest to the woods, in the palatial place in the Capital where the din is deadened just a little. She's in the back seat of the car, expensive and black and purring with luxury, swaddled in a coat that would buy her old neighborhood beer for a month. The phone is small and cheap. She picked it up at an unrecognizable big box store, one of many and she transferred the number over. Now, with the air changing outside from the milling traffic of the city to the road out of town, she rings.]

Ring

Who: James W. & Misha B.
What: Meeting a friend of a friend
Where: The Carnival - After hours
When: February 16 - Evening
Warnings/Rating: Low
Status: Complete

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Who: Julia and Sam
What: Reunion!
Where: Lou's antique store
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Beware Sam's language, as per usual.

It was finally starting to get dark later, and Sam was enjoying the last few weeks of early evening and more time outside. It was kinda weird, yeah? A year earlier, she'd been all about the summers and long days of sunshine, and now everything was kinda reversed. So, yeah, early nights were the thing now, and she could go wander when life was still a thing that bustled and bubbled on Repose's quaint sidewalks. And, yeah, yeah, so the quaint was all a facade, a fake overtop a bunch of complicated stuff that was SO beyond Sam's comprehension. But she still liked this stupid place, and she didn't need to like sit and try to understand that or anything.

Tonight, the wildchild in boho and with a hat perched atop finger-tousle blonde was wandering. She hopped on cracks and broke her moms' back, and Miss Mary Mack was all dressed in black, and Sam twirled like a dervish as she looked up at the moon against starry night.

It wasn't LATE LATE. The art shop was still open, and Sam would totes go annoy the fuck out of Cris once he put up the sign that indicated all whims for construction paper and glitter would need to wait until morning. But, for now, she was killing time and her feet led her to the antique store.

In she walked, and the old bell over the door jingled, and she yelled that was just her, so that Lou wouldn't come running from wherever he was. When no blond with curls and a frumpy cardigan showed his face, she wandered, huh? She kinda liked looking around the store; it inspired her. She wasn't inspired a lot recently. That was the one thing she HATED about this whole nighttime life in a small town, huh? Sam drew inspiration from LIFE, and lately life had been too quiet to really be called living. Her canvases were bare, and her paints were drying in their tubes, and she stopped in front of an old birdhouse and thought about the corpses of the birds that had lived within.