InsaneJournal

Margaret (mrgaret) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-09-06 20:55:00

Characters: Maggie and open
When: Thursday evening
Location: Touring Car
Warnings/Rating: Maybe some language from moody Maggie, but nothing really high at the moment.
Summary: Maggie is drinking away her issues and ends up singing a little song causing her to drown herself more in alcohol.
Status: Open, ongoing
Notes: I decided to use a song actually sang by the actress that plays Maggie so here is what her voice sounds like in case someone decides to find her

Maggie had always been one to roll with the punches and take whatever the train tossed her way. Nothing she could do about it and not like she had much to lose. The whole thing of death wasn’t a fear considering how many times she walked the line where she could have been dead. For her, the train wasn’t a huge deal. It annoyed her at times, but she thought about how it could be worse and not like the train brought skitters on board which was a plus. That all changed as she now hated the train right now. Hal had been around and she felt like everything was great, but the train sent him home causing her to be all alone again. All she wanted to do was scream, hit something, throw things, and instead she went with the whole drinking solution. The fact she knew what ended up happening to him in terms of Karen doing something to him is what she was so upset about with him going home since he would deal with that later. Sharing a room with Derek was a little weird, but nice to have someone she trusted in the room. The train had given her a roommate before Maggie decided to move rooms though the girl would get her own room for now so she figured the woman was happy. Derek was a good guy and didn’t ask too many questions about her past, which made her like him even more. He was becoming one of the only people on this train that she trusted causing her to count down until she woke up to find him gone from the other side of the room. She knew she wasn’t as easy going as she normally was and even her normal close her eyes, take deep breaths, and calm herself wasn’t working in keeping her anger in check. The anger that she learned how to deal with was back, but like she said to Hal while he was hear she would suck it up and deal like she did with everything. Maggie was tough so she just had to snap out of it. Tonight was not the night for that. She didn’t want to stay in the room anymore that she went to the touring car with another bottle of alcohol to drown her issues out. The thoughts of crawlies in the cave was out the window considering she would have heard by now if they were here since someone or more like a bunch of people would be dead. Her knuckles were still fucked up, the side of her face still looked a mess, and her side with the stitches hurt. Tilting her head back to take a sip of the new vodka bottle she found stashed away while moving her stuff. It was weird using her left hand when she was used to using her right hand for everything, but it hurt like hell. Then again she learned how to use both only her right was the more dominate hand. Setting the drink on the table, she rested her head back, shutting her eyes for the moment. Maggie figured this feeling would pass in a few days and it would be back to where she could take anything head on without a care. While resting her head back, she started to hum the tune of some song only to find herself singing a few minutes later some weird song she never heard before. I’ll have guys on the side. You go off to work, I’ll live my secret life. I’ll throw on my apron before you get home. I’ll get you a beer and I’ll turn off my phone. Kiss, Kiss, and smile for the camera. You ask me for something, I’ll give it to you. Normally Maggie would have just shrugged off the song, but she was in a pissy mood causing her to drown some more of the alcohol, praying that the singing was done. No way in hell was she ever going to even think about getting married and no way in hell would she cheat on someone if she cared about them or play homemaker to anyone. Plus she wouldn’t pretend to feel something for anyone no matter what. No, that wasn’t Maggie, but instead of getting angry she figured the best way to deal with the train was to drink. Drinking downed out the pain she felt from losing Hal, from failing him, from the pain in her hand, and the other injuries on her body that she didn’t even care how crappy she looked. Setting the bottle back on the table as she went back to watching out the window at the dark cave.