Taisce Moore is a knight with a shining M4. (taisce) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-07-27 20:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [07] july |
WHO: Marcus and Taisce
WHAT: She's getting her keys back, he's getting a thank you/apology.
WHERE: Taisce's room
WHEN: 27 July 2019; after Marcus is done at the infirmary
RATING: Talk of sex. And Marcus. He's like his own rating.
STATUS: Complete.
Things were returning to normal for Taisce. After leaving the guard tower Monday night, she'd taken the sleeping pills that O'Brien had left her with and finally got some much needed sleep. When she'd woken up Wednesday evening, she'd spent most of the day figuring out what day it was. Thursday had been spent relaxing and finding what she now had wrapped in a bit of old newspaper for Marcus as a thank you/apology gift. And today, she decided that it'd probably be a good idea to take her duties with the supply room back over.
She glanced at the clock on her phone. If he hadn't gotten lost finding her, Marcus should have been sauntering down the hallway toward her room at any time. Her's was at the end of the hallway. She'd initially taken to sleeping in an old prison cell, but when things started to get broken into, she opted to move into what she assumed to be the night watchmen's office. It had a door that she could secure from the inside, and that helped her sleep at night.
It was definitely not a big office. She'd pulled in a bed from one of the cells, and used the desk as a nightstand. Her backpack sat unopened under the desk with all of her things secured inside. The only form of decoration at the moment was some old camouflage netting she'd kept from her Army days. It had helped hide her from zombies while she was not in a safehouse. So part of her hung it up because of how secure it made her feel. Silly or not, she really didn't care. There were also a couple of folding chairs against the wall. She hardly used them, but they were there.
And it had taken a while for her to talk herself into being comfortable there, being claustrophobic had wreaked havoc on her for a good couple weeks. But she had come to be fine with it, being as it was now her space and she was hardly bothered in it.
Taisce really didn't need a whole lot of things. She had a place to sleep, and a door to close and lock when she didn't want to be disturbed. She missed having a window, but the fewer ways for a zombie to get in, the better. Right?
She'd left the door open, since she was expecting company. Said company would find her on her bed, reading a book.