Erica Reed (![]() ![]() @ 2012-07-12 10:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, {erica reed |
Characters: Erica Reed and open
When: Thursday morning
Location: Gym car
Warnings/Rating: Nothing really high just language maybe because she's pissed.
Summary: Erica woke up with some new memories on things that she had missed out on and some of them have pissed her off so she's working out to get her anger out.
Status: open and ongoing.
Erica had passed out quite late in the evening with her gun per usually near her since the gun was like her safety blanket. Back in jail, she had to sleep with one eye open, but she was also the type that woke up at every noise because of her time in jail. Last thing she needed was to wake up with some woman killing her or something. Now that she was able to have a weapon, she kept it close at all times. When Erica woke up though, she felt as if something was different. She started to have different memories that were showing up and as she thought about them she realized they were things that she had been missing. Charlie’s killer kept fucking with the group, which wasn’t a huge shocker considering how sick the fuck was in the head. Only as she kept going over in her head what she knew now it just made her sick to her stomach. Sitting up, she ran her fingers through her dark hair as she remembered almost beating the shit out of a man for making a comment about her father. The thing that really sent her over the edge as she went over the new memories that she had was to know she ended up being fucked over by a man. Hadn’t she learned her lesson from her past? Guess not because she was fucked again. Moving off the couch, she changed into jeans and a tank top before storming out of the room. Erica knew she forgot her gun, but she wasn’t in the mood to go back for it since she was angry at herself for putting her deal on the line by allowing the guy to use her. He cleaned out his office and now she could end up kissing her time off goodbye with a new sentence for the shit she just pulled. The thought caused her to make a fist at her side for the fact that meant she would have to wait longer to see her daughter if she ever saw her again. Right now she wanted to get back home so she could find the bastard and make him pay for what he pulled, but she was stuck on a train. All she could do was hope the part of her still back in her world would make the bastard pay dearly. Entering into the gym car, she needed to work out her anger at herself for being so stupid before she tried to kill someone on the train or beat the shit out of someone. With the way she was feeling just a stupid comment or a wrong look would have sent her over the edge. Moving to the punching bag, she pictured the guy from her new set of memories before letting the punching bag have it like no tomorrow. Her knuckles were hurting because she didn’t even put gloves on, but she could handle the pain and only made her stronger or at least that was how she saw it. Her attention was focused more on wanting to kill the man that screwed her over that she never even heard someone else come into the car. |