April Nichols (lostlittlelamb) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-11-19 16:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [11] november, april, george, lucas |
WHO: April, George & Luke
WHEN: November 19th, 2019; Afternoon
WHAT: Mistaken identity and an introduction.
WHERE: The Laundry room.
RATING: Medium, maybe?
Laundry. Ugh. April scrunched up her nose and scowled at the pile of dirty clothing in front of her. Was there a point in sorting it? Probably not. But it gave her something to occupy herself with so she wouldn't dwell on the fact that Luke wasn't by her side. You could have gone with him. But she hadn't, not seeing a point in both of them going to get detergent - especially not after he had assured her he'd be right back. So here she stood humming a song as she sorted through the pile of clothing. Pulling a face as she took inventory of the state of half her wardrobe. It was worn, had probably seen better days. I'll make do. This stuff had lasted her this long, it would last awhile longer. And I can borrow stuff now. She had Luke and Rae now, her family. That thought still knocked her off her feet sometimes, after so long she'd found them, she wasn't alone anymore. Her thoughts were quickly fluttering from the state of her clothing and her family, back to the song she was humming. It was one she couldn't remember any of the words to, but she had been certain at one point she had been able to sing this song backwards and forwards. Now it was just hazy, like most everything else from before the outbreak. "What are the words?" She let the question hang in the air as she finished sorting her clothing. Giving up on figuring out the words, April tossed the last article of her clothing into a pile before moving over to one of the unoccupied machines. Hauling herself up onto the top of it, she kicked her feet in a rhythm against the metal, the sound muffled by the fabric covering them. The sweatpants she wore were too long. "Luke, you need to be shorter." She muttered, reaching down to roll up the hem of the borrowed pants. |