Leah Stone (reapinghavok) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-07-07 00:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [07] july, evan, leah |
WHO: Leah, Evan, Marigold (NPC)
WHEN: July 7, 2019; afternoon i think. idk
WHERE: Westport, Connecticut; beachhouse beach
WHAT: Building a sandcastle.
RATING: Low.
Leah had only ever been to the beach once in her life and that was almost a decade ago. Her group of friends at the time had talked her into going and, while she did enjoy herself, she’d missed the city. The woman thrived on city life and its many buildings and endless sea of people, even if her interactions with said sea of people were limited. Out of the whole group going on this trip now, Leah was probably the one with the most reservations. She wanted Marigold to experience as many things as possible, but not when those things involved being among the infected outside the safety of Sing Sing’s walls. The beach house they were staying at was fortified and in a secluded enough area that they didn’t see many zombies around. That in itself eased her mind more than the fact that, when it came down to it, Evan was the only one among them capable of proper defense. Ellie and Zimmerman may have been useful with their weapons, but neither of them were immune, putting them at a disadvantage. David was immune, but Leah didn’t trust his skills enough to defend them. And of course Alghren had her own special brand of limitation when it came to fighting these days. Leah was here more for Marigold’s and Evan’s benefit than anything. She would’ve been content to stay away from massive bodies of water altogether. Still, it was fun, even if she mostly watched whatever activities the others got into. She’d almost been tempted to join in on the volleyball game, having been on her high school’s team back in the day. But she didn’t, because she was ever the stubborn one. Now it was the afternoon. Marigold, in her excitement over being at the beach, had opted to skip her nap. Leah never forced the girl to take a nap if she wasn’t tired, but she was alert if the moment came where Marigold started to get cranky. Thus far, she was enjoying playing in the sand with her mom and Evan. “If you move the shell I just put down, I’m gonna smack you. That’s a promise, Frenchie,” she said, eying the man over to top of her sunglasses. He was turning what was supposed to be a casual and fun sandcastle project into a serious and precise work of art. It might not have been so bad if he wasn’t so picky about where the decorative seashells and things were placed. |