Margaret (![]() ![]() @ 2012-09-02 01:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | margaret, {derek hale |
Characters: Maggie and Derek Hale
When: Saturday evening
Location: His room
Warnings/Rating: None as of right now, but will change this if that changes.
Summary: Maggie doesn't want to be in her room right now so she goes to the one person that she trusts on the train.
Status: Closed, ongoing
Maggie was a wreck that she refused to leave her room because she really didn’t feel like dealing with people while in this state. Her knuckles were all bloody from the pieces of the mirror that broke when she hit the mirror with her fist. Besides that she was pretty sure she fucked up her hand when she hit the wall. Did it help? A little, but it wasn’t going to change anything. Only leaving the bathroom to grab a bottle of vodka, she drowned some of it down without a second thought about food or anything. No, she just wanted to forget about everything around her. Most of her attention was on her arm tattoos since she felt sick when she looked at her wrists to see the marks left from where she had been tied up by the overlord and Karen. They looked brand new and for the most part they were. When Derek told her she could stay for a few nights a small smile came over her lips. Derek was the only person she trusted around this train that she figured he wouldn’t mind letting her crash on the couch until she felt like going back to her room. Only now he was making her take the bed, which was probably a wise idea since her side was all stitched up, sore, and she had to be careful not to pop the stitches for a second time. All these new memories were weird and now she found herself worried about crawlies being the cave. That was stupid since no aliens were here so why would crawlies be in the cave? Maggie knew she wouldn’t be gone from her room for long that she only put her bigger guns behind the couch so no one saw them along with three of her hand guns under her pillow. More out of habit, she took one with her since it was like her safety blanket. Also along for the trip was her leather jacket, a change of clothes that were bigger than her normal size so nothing was tight on the stiches. Before leaving the room, she grabbed her bottle of whiskey, rum, her vodka, and a few beers. Maggie couldn’t carry it all so she grabbed the bag she kept from when her and Derek went on the supply run to fill it with her stuff then moved down to his room. Knocking once, she waited for an answer to find that she didn’t get any. Maggie opened the door to see he was still in the kitchen as she moved in to make herself comfortable, putting the bag on the bed. She grabbed the alcohol out of it and put it on the dresser so he could help himself. She looked better than she did earlier since the blood on her face was gone, but she still had the cut on her face from what had been going on in her world. Maggie was still upset with how the train had decided to give her all these new memories before taking Hal away from her. Sighing, she grabbed the vodka as she drowned her sorrows in the bottle, waiting for Derek to show back up as she took a seat on the couch. |