Helena is the (lionessrises) wrote in repose, @ 2017-04-09 22:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, claire johnson, leena bertolini |
Claire and Leena: Woods
She started at the scene of the party. (Par-tee. Par-tay. Not a fucking party, but whatever. Her time had been decent. Leena had gotten exactly what she wanted.) Around the lake, the house, the sitting area, into the woods (unlike the movie), and finally caught a track that seemed worth following if for no other reason than they were footsteps mashed into the earth and etched in blood. Never a good sign, and no surety that they were actually Claire's, but if someone was hurt, maybe it wouldn't be a huge detour.
Maybe. Such optimism.
Leena had traded in her skirt for her typical jeans and boots, three layers of tops and the over-sized army jacket that was still a size (or two) too big with her hair pulled back into her standard ponytail. She fished some almonds out of the package in her pocket, crunched on them to ignore the complaints her stomach was trying to issue about the lack of food lately. Which, had to be nothing compared to Claire, who was fasting. And yeah, she was maybe a little worried about that.
And maybe she should have called some other people too, reached out to Cat or Bruce to let them know she was going searching for her missing friend, but she didn't even think about it. There was one person in the world she trusted besides herself and that was the woman she was currently in search of. She'd been dealing with things by herself or with Claire for so long, someone else never became a consideration. A branch broke under her boot as she wound deeper into the trees.