Leah Stone (reapinghavok) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-01-29 22:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [01] january, evan, leah |
WHO: Leah and Evan
WHEN: January 30, 2019; around 4:00AM (ass o'clock, yep)
WHERE: Grand Central infirmary
WHAT: Evan shares plans for an expedition or something. IDK.
RATING: Medium, because swearing.
A crucial expedition. That's what Marchand had called it. She'd spent a good part of the previous day going through possibilities in her head, wondering what necessary venture they had to go on this time. First the sewers (which was less about fighting than government and more about tackling a damn alligator), then Brandon's foolhardy mission to Ellis Island... Each more dangerous than the previous. Leah was glad there wasn't any snow on the ground. It meant she could wear her sneakers. Boots would've put more pressure than she'd have liked on her bruised foot. It wasn't painful to walk on, but after a while it did get uncomfortable. The trip from Madison Square to Grand Central would've been unpleasant were it not for the truck that was traveling between those particular safehouses today. Somewhat unfortunately, that truck was scheduled to leave at four that morning. Leah was a morning person by nature, so it really wasn't that much of an inconvenience. The only thing she didn't like was sneaking — well, not so much sneaking as doing whatever the damn hell she wanted — away from O'Brien without him noticing her absence. Knowing him, he probably wouldn't have minded her going off on her own at such an early hour, but she didn't want to take the chance that he would want to come along. It all came back to that little spark of jealousy she'd seen in his expression back when they'd prepared to go into the sewers. O'Brien had no reason to be jealous of Marchand, unless it revolved around the strange sort of friendship that had formed between the two of them since that fateful day in the Americana Inn. She hadn't yet shared with O'Brien the plans for fighting back against the government. Soon, though. Very soon. Arriving at Grand Central, Leah followed the throng of people into the building, diverting her path toward the medical area where Marchand was currently residing. One of the nurses cleaning an open gash on a man's arm informed her which bed Marchand was in, and Leah strode down the rows of beds, ignoring the half-opened curtains and the moaning figures on those beds. Leah didn't like the infirmary, much as she hadn't liked actual hospitals. Reaching Marchand's area, Leah rapped her knuckles against the metal rod holding up the curtain. "You decent, Frenchie?" Without waiting for a response, she pulled back the curtain, and swept her hand in a wave. "Morning." |