Allie Andrada (darnedaxial) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-10-07 02:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [10] october, rae |
WHO: Lexi and Rae
WHEN: October 7, 2019; mid/late afternoon
WHERE: Near Elliot's memorial
WHAT: Confrontation.
RATING: Probs medium for words.
Sleep had been elusive last night, but it was far more restful than any sleep she’d gotten while squatting in empty buildings with Tallis and her crew. During those nights, she spent much of her time in a light doze, too afraid to let herself completely relax. They likely wouldn’t have abandoned her, but that didn’t mean she was completely safe from other threats they might dole out. It was better than being alone, though. At least, that’s what she had to tell herself to get through each day. If Ollie had been there, she could’ve curled up on the floor next to him and fallen asleep knowing that he would watch over her. Like he always did. With a new day came new plans for settling in. Instead of heading to the buildings where the more comfortable guard rooms were located, Lexi wandered to the buildings that were farthest away from where she used to live with David. The farthest building, however, was nearest to the apiary. As soon as she heard the buzzing, she changed direction. The next building was a cellblock. She didn’t have it in her to be picky anymore, so she claimed the first clean cell she came to. The rest of her day was spent avoiding the areas where she might be in danger of encountering one of her former friends or, worse yet, her ex-boyfriend. She wasn’t ready to confront them yet. Instead, she just wandered, familiarizing herself with the grounds again. There was a willow tree she could’ve sworn used to be in another part of the compound. From a distance, it looked as though it had been transplanted near one of the old guard towers that used to be (or still was, she didn’t know) a popular hangout spot for David, Elliot and Evan. Lexi studied the tree as she continued along the path, quirking her head to one side when she noticed the headstone erected at the base of the tree. Her pace slowed when she realized it was gravemarker. Not too many people who died in Sing Sing got a proper burial like this one. It was a grim fact, but with space issues being what they were, Lexi recalled that a lot of bodies were put on a funeral pyre and burned. She stepped closer, curious to know whose death had been so important as to warrant such a special burial. Nerves twisted in her stomach, as if warning her not to look, but she didn’t heed the warning. When she was close enough to read the name, Lexi stared at it for several moments, realization taking its sweet, torturous time to dawn. “Elliot,” she said quietly, bowing her head and lifting a hand to her mouth to chew anxiously on the end of a fingernail. He may not have cared much for her, but Lexi never would have wished Elliot dead. Who else, that she knew, was dead now? |