Vanessa Rose Covax (slayercovax) wrote in chaostheory_rpg, @ 2009-11-11 16:32:00 |
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It had been a hard trip for the girls. The 2,348 mile trip from Miami to Los Angeles was long, and between the two of them, they had enough to keep them in food, which was really the most important thing. They hitch-hiked when it was safe, walked when no one would pick them up, and depended on both a map and the wi-fi in the cafes they stopped in to eat in order to make sure they were going the right way. But it was not all happy go lucky roses. In fact, most of the time it wasn't. They'd lost three days due to Fiona's change. Those three nights of the full moon, Vanessa and Fi had stashed themselves in the first hidden place they could find. Vanessa stayed up with the tranquilizer gun to make sure her sister didn't go anywhere (since there were really no cells they could find and all Vanessa had were the steel handcuffs that she'd learned early on Fiona could break through). That would take up the little blonde's nights. And when the daylight rolled around, it was Fiona's turn to keep watch, making sure Vanessa and she were safe from any idiots that may come poking around and find two "unsuspecting victims". They'd learn quickly how wrong they were. And for those three days, they didn't move a muscle in the direction of their destination. It was safer not to, because this way they could both get the sleep they needed and they could make sure everyone around them (as well as each other) were safest. After those three days were over, they went in to get food. The twins knew that they looked like they'd been run over by a truck, but they always turned down offers to help simply because they had a destination in mind and they didn't want to be a burden on anyone else, especially when they didn't know what the hell was going on in reality. So they'd eat their food, pay for it (alwaysl eaving a tip for the waitresses when they were nice) and headed out on their way with their packs strung up on their backs. These backpacks held everything they could manage to take with them at the time they decided to leave. Pictures of their parents, a picture of their entire group of friends (one including both Markham and Ridge), a good bit of clothing and a few other mementos. Nothing massively large and by no means was it really enough for the normal person to live with, but it was enough for them until they got to the Wolfram and Hart building in Los Angeles. They were thinking that, hopefully, they'd let them help out and give them a place to stay until they found their own. Vanessa had even gone so far as to pawn her guitar for extra cash, and Fiona had pawned the silver bracelet that her great grandmother had given her, knowing she couldn't even wear it now. Still, the separation from the sentimental piece of jewelry was a little heartbreaking for the girl. And Vanessa, she'd hated giving up her guitar like a fat kid hated giving up cake. When they finally made it to Los Angeles, they were filthy and a little hungry, having run out of their cash a town back. Hopefully the people that they'd heard about were still here. Now they just had to find the Wolfram and Hart building. A lot of people they asked were not inclined to help them out, noticing immediately that they looked like homeless people. They needed a shower, badly, and they knew it. And they wanted food and for the love of God if Vanessa didn't have some caffeine she was going to scream and stake the next son of a bitch who looked at them like they would give them AIDS just by touching them. Her mood must have been catching in a massive way, because Fiona was growling under her breath, trying to sniff out something that might help them in full view of the people around them. Almost as if she didn't care. Really, Fiona didn't care. She wanted to find this place they were supposed to be at and get clean. Get winter fresh sparkling fucking clean. She hated smelling like this because it made her own senses go haywire on her, and she was starting to get irritated beyond belief. It took two hours for them to finally find the Wolfram and Hart building... and realized why they couldn't find it before. It was under a different name now. They didn't know what P.O.D. meant, but they knew that this was where they needed to be, so they hiked up their back packs and made their way forward, Vanessa taking the initiative to march through the door first, as she always did. Fiona waited a moment, sniffing to see what she could glean from her surroundings, and then she followed her sister inside. |