Juliet St Laurent (not_so_tragic) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-03-28 19:51:00 |
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Juliet had wanted confirmation on how someone had worked out the date here. She thought it was a little uncanny the dates of the stop matched up with the dates on the train -- except for the month -- and she sincerely hoped whoever'd declared the day and date hadn't simply been going by that. Maybe they'd found a working clock somewhere. Or a watch. She guessed that was plausible, but ... even so, she had every intention of being on the train by nine every night until it actually left Corpseland, Nebraska. She had absolutely no desire to be left behind here. She guessed she could travel around, maybe see if there was anything in Colorado like she'd been hearing, but ... she'd rather not. She was mostly interested in actually getting home and not stranding herself somewhere else. Still, the stream was near-ish enough the train that she could see it, and she figured it would get enough traffic she could find some company. She ... was sort of but not really trying to lay low, even if very, very few people actually knew about her role in the rescue. She was very much not interested in becoming a target -- she'd been there, done that, and outgrown the tee-shirt. Disinclined to sit on the grass, Juliet had hauled a folding lounge chair she'd found on someone's porch all the way back to the train, and then to the stream. It was here that she was seated, bare legs stretched along the nylon webbing, a book resting on her stomach. She was watching the water and contemplating going in to splash around, but she wasn't quite that hot yet. Maybe she would be soon though, and maybe if no one else stopped by, she would. For the time being though ... she was content enough to try to tan her pale self while keeping herself sort of distracted with the idea of a book. |