||: p.e.n.n.y :|| (pennybears) wrote in innovo_rpg, @ 2009-09-16 18:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: logan cooper, character: penny layne schwartz-maccabe, location: innovo university, player: ashley, player: lara, status: incomplete |
Who: Penny and Logan
When: Wednesday September 16, 2049
Where: A Park Somewhere Near Innovo University
Rating: PG-13 because Penny's a waste case
Summary: wasted Penny makes a new friend
Warnings: Alcohol, likely language
There had been a plan at one point last week to sign up for an open mic night at the bar near work. But wasted Penny had forgotten to sign up while she was there and sober Penny couldn't work up the guts to talk to someone. Full of self-loathing about the missed opportunity, Penny had gotten home and started drinking. She often drank alone, but the evening's failure had encouraged her to move quickly from beer to whiskey.
She had sat for a while, staring at the wall, drinking straight from the bottle and listening to old jazz records before the loneliness drove her to the edge. It was something of a new feeling for Penny -- loneliness. Or maybe an old feeling she had forgotten about in her years alone. Either way, regular contact with the same people meant Penny had made a friend, and having a friend made it easier to realize what was missing when you were alone for hours on end.
It had pushed her to wander, nearly breaking her neck on the way down the fire escape, though at the time she found her lack of grace quite amusing. It was a good thing that even sober Penny didn't care much what she looked like, or the girl might have died in embarrassment whenever she sobered up. The evening found her in a tattered pair of denim shorts cut from men's jeans, clearly a few sizes to big. they were paired with a wife beater, and a ratty old hooded sweatshirt, all stained with paints that coated her fingers and a few strands of her hair. The last remnants of what she had tried to occupy herself with early in the evening.
And so she wandered, stumbling and laughing at herself, oblivious to the odd looks of others passing her by. Even sober Penny had largely learned to ignore them. She was, after all, an odd duck. She couldn't help but feel like someone more powerful was looking out for her when her aimless feet carried her to a park. With a full moon, lying down in the grass somewhere and stargazing sounded terribly appealing at the moment. Things were less lonely when you had chirping crickets and the constellations to keep you company.