Nancy Gama is a (![]() ![]() @ 2020-02-18 18:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2020 february, ~~michael guerin (ufocowboy), ~~nancy gama (demonvessel) |
Who: Nancy Gama & Open
What: Out for a walk.
Where: Out on the streets.
When: Tuesday evening.
Warnings: None at the moment but will update if this changes.
Status: Open, In progress.
Nancy was enjoying her night off or she had been until her mind started to slip into thinking about Ventura. Back home, she knew Keta, Elvis, and even Mariana were safe, but he wasn’t. She understood completely why he made the choice he did since he wanted to protect his daughter, but it sucked at the same time. He was...well it really didn’t matter anymore and Nancy knew better than to dwell on all that. Whenever she was finally sent back home, it wasn’t going to change anything. Ventura was gone, no more giving him a hard time about the whole priest thing, and she was going to need to help Elvis and Keta out with Mariana. Nancy didn’t need to know anything since she knew her two best friends, they’d take the little girl in without even a second thought. They did it with her, and she knew it’d be the same for Mariana, which was great since Nancy knew she could win the cool aunt title.
Sighing, Nancy knew she had to get away from her thoughts or they were going to be a real mood killer something she wasn’t in the mood for. Last thing she needed was to be in some weird limbo funk over something that couldn’t be changed. Needing to get her mind on something else that would keep her from falling into that weird limbo, she threw on a jacket and headed out for a walk. Nancy wasn’t sure where she was going, but she’d let her feet do the decision making for her, hoping she’d end up somewhere with food. If her feet really knew her, then they’d know where to take her, right?
Putting her headphones on, she turned up the music on her Ipod. Her music had always been the one thing to clear her head and get her back on track, hoping this would be like all the other times. No one had time for all those depressing thoughts or at least she didn’t. Slipping her Ipod back into her jacket pocket, she started her walk while letting the music play. Stopping every now and again to look in some windows at what was going on inside for her own curiosity sake more than anything.