z. s. luther {javert} (sentinelstar) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-07-02 23:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | javert, wicked witch |
Who: Joanie and Luther
What: Last leg of their trip (aka Talking Russia and Sam.)
Where: Umm US 95? (Pretty much in Luther’s SUV)
When: Morning of the 23rd
Warnings: Angst, Depression, Swearing, All that jazz.
Following the trail Nina had left behind in Miami led to useless or no information. After a day of tracking loose ends – attempting to find something to properly track her progress – Luther called it quits. He and Joanie packed up their days and hit the road Monday morning. They stayed on the road for the next few days, in a fairly amicable pattern. Joanie got bored with the maps and the collection of music he had, changing the radio station until she was banished until the backseat. She sulked until they reached their next stop, when they grabbed supplies and made new deals.
The hotel room had its own awkward arrangements that they soon navigated around. Luther fell asleep as soon as they got into the room, often lying on top of the bed without kicking his shoes off. He rose in the morning, showered and changed before Joanie was off before they hit the road once more.
As they came closer and closer to New York, Joanie continued to pull out her cell phone as it rang with text messages. Though neither had talked much beyond their usual banter, the sound from it was beginning to annoy Luther. After it went off for the umpteenth time, Luther grimaced and reached over to snatch the phone from her.
“Enough.” Keeping an eye on the road, he shoved it into his cupholder – empty, he’d tossed his water bottle into the backseat a few hours ago. “Who the hell is it that you’re constantly texting?”