WHO: Madge Undersee and Gale Hawthorne WHAT: Shopping for Thanksgiving WHEN: Sunday WHERE: Walmart WARNINGS: Possible Hunger Games talk, talk of death STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Madge was learning quickly how difficult it was to appear to be okay when you really, really weren't. While the worst of her injuries had been healed, the pain from the more minor ones still kept her up at night. Looking at herself in the mirror when she got dressed in the morning was a constant reminder of what had happened. Her skin was covered in bruises and small cuts and scratches. She couldn't remember what had happened exactly, but as the last thing she remembered was being inside, she assumed that she'd been buried under the building when Madison Valley had brought her here. She'd been crushed alive, and her skin still bore the scars of it. So did her mind, but at least she didn't need makeup to cover that up.
Today she was supposed to meet Gale to go shopping for Thanksgiving. So she'd gotten up early, taken a shower, and spent a good half an hour painting away the bruises that showed from under the sleeves and around the neck of her blouse. Thankfully the blouse was long-sleeved, because she wasn't sure she'd be able to cover up some of them. They were simply too dark and too big.
By the time Gale arrived, she felt presentable, and went to her door able to muster a smile.
"Good morning," she said, and then held up a little notebook she'd been carrying in her bag, "I have a list. I was reading online last night and I think I might know how to do this." Her smile was triumphant. She hadn't been able to sleep, but maybe at least she'd figured out how to do Thanksgiving dinner.