InsaneJournal

Maggie knew she had to stop with all the drinking and she was guessing that her mood was probably driving Derek nuts, but she really didn’t care at the moment. Out of everything this train could do to her, why did it have to hit her twice in one go? Why did the train give her stitches even if the stitches were from her world? Then again she could have been dead, thanks to the mechs so maybe she should be happy in some aspect. Anyone else who saw her probably couldn’t tell she was in a mood because she was able to hide her feelings a lot better without alcohol in the system. Derek only knew because he lived with her so he was stuck seeing her get all pissy or the fact that she was drinking a lot. Today she decided to leave the bottle alone for a bit and go do something else with her time, hoping maybe it would get her to cheer up, feel better, and go back to the way she had been before the train decided to screw with her by bringing Mason on the stupid train. At least it meant the train really couldn’t do anything to hurt her since she had no one she cared for unless it took Derek since he was only person left that she trusted.

Leaving her bigger guns behind since she was saving them until something big happened or the train decided to be a bitch and send them to a world with skitters. No way in hell was she going to deal with skitters and not have the bigger guns around. The train wasn’t that hot, but she didn’t feel like walking through the train looking like the mess that she did. Between her wrists still having the marks from being tied up by the aliens and the cut on the side of her face then the injuries no one could see, she decided to hide the wrist one with her leather jacket. Pulling it on, she grabbed both of her baby girls aka her handguns before heading down to the chance car. Maggie had to play with the door a few times before she finally got what she wanted, which was a gun range. Setting up everything, she only picked up one since she didn’t want to blow through her ammo quickly when this was her way of dealing without the alcohol. Maggie allowed her body to relax before aiming for the heart, hitting her mark without even thinking about it. Hey, she still seemed to be good considering she hadn’t killed a skitter in a while. She had left the door to the chance car open, but she really doubt anyone was going to come on down considering it was still fairly early. Then again she didn’t really care since she had to blow some steam off, aiming again for the heart as she took off a few more shots.