Rooms

[As JR S.]

So, I've got a phone number in my pocket that I didn't have from the night before. (Whoever you are, I hope you had a good time.)

Dr Arizona? I'd like to talk to you.

And you Lady Viking Nope, weird. Weird? Bad ass Lady Viking?

[Very late at night, on watch.]

[Locked to Alexanders]
how the fuck is the mob life going?

[Locked to Marina S]
hey, Trouble.

[Locked to Amelia T]
draw me something, Picasso

Who: Clementine and Tess
What: Going on a run
Where: A town a few miles off
When: Current to when it finishes
Warnings/Rating: Probably gore

Clem was done with wearing men's pants held up by Graham's belt. She was done with a shirt tied at the small of her back, too big by half and covered in gore stains that she couldn't wash out, no matter how she scrubbed at them. Maybe it was frivolous, but there had to be something like home left in this life of theirs. She was real sure voicing something like that would cause a ruckus, so she kept it to herself mostly. She told Graham, but she knew he wouldn't go telling Shane about it, even if they were thick as thieves, him and Shane.

But she decided to watch and wait, and when the opportunity came, she pounced on it. They needed some supplies, and she volunteered. It was Tess going, and Clem figured it would be easier to pop her head in a store with clothing if there was another woman with her. She wasn't real worried about that being sexist; she'd grown up on crinoline and rouge and women being real different from men.

One of Graham's guns tucked under that too-big belt, and a real nice machete tucked at her hip, and she followed Tess out to one of the cars they'd managed to scavenge. "There's a real quaint town a few miles out," she said, climbing into the passenger's seat. She was from the state, after all, now that she'd figured out just where in Georgia they were.

[After this]

Dead people like cars.

[Tess was something of a wreck. Sleep didn’t come easily, not in this awful place, and her waking moments were always filled with nervousness and dread. She couldn’t relax there, even if it was the safest place they knew of. It was still a prison, and there were still those undead things outside. Relaxing was something her brain refused to let her do, not when the idea of it being eaten was still on the list of possibilities.

Still, relax was what she tried to make do, at least for that moment. Right before they left. No sense in getting tense when she would be in that state once they were out in the open. She and Shane were meant to go out on supply run and she flipped through the journal she had, reading the pages and occasionally writing to people, as she waited for him. She was seated on the bike when she heard for footsteps, the sound making her start a little and reach for the gun that had been resting at her side. She settling back down when she was it was her brother. ] You ready?

[After this.]

Need some help here. Closed up in a house full of dead people. Anyone out there?

[Locked to Lin A]

Did you make it over?

[Alexanders]

Apparently we're all drug lords now, so, small blessings.

[This wasn't the hospital. She was real sure of that.

The house was some old place, and she could see dust lining every damn surface of the kitchen she was in. Old stove, and her back was flat up against it. She was still wearing a hospital gown, but she'd been moving around before this happened. Her hair was still dripping light brown from the dye Graham had brought, and everyone said she took after her sister when she didn't go to the trouble of making it blonde. She'd been dyeing it since Lorelei died, since that very day, and she looked down at the dripping strands before she forced herself to standing.]

Anyone here? [Her voice echoed through the empty house, and she had no clue what was waiting outside in the sunlight. She brushed some wayward blood off her forehead, and she climbed the stairs slow; she needed something to wear, and then she'd suss things out.]

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