Meg (meganmasters) wrote in oakdelllogs, @ 2013-05-14 18:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, jo harvelle, meg masters |
Who: Meg Masters and Jo Harvelle
Where: The streets of town, near the outskirts
When: Tuesday
Summary: Meg has decided it's time to make a run for it.
Warnings: Language and Violence
Meg could hardly stand the sight of her own walls anymore. The smeared red wards glared at her from every surface, mocking her. She'd been trapped inside for almost two weeks. Two weeks during which the only person she'd been able to talk to was Sam Fucking Winchester. Now that she had her own body back, she felt that if she didn't get out and burn off some of her energy, she was going to explode, maybe do something stupid. Something that would be infinitely more fun that sitting around being a good little girl, but would probably end with her on the wrong end of a Winchester's weapon. She had been on the run for so long, being cooped up just reminded her of being a prisoner. After all, wasn't that what she essentially was now? The rooms were nicer, and no one was cutting off chunks of her for fun, but she was a long way from free. The sun had set and Meg couldn't stay indoors any longer. She calculated the risk of going outside. She hadn't heard an all clear from Sam or Dean, but who knew what that really meant? She had to keep reminding herself that as soft and cuddly as Sam could be, he was not, by any means, on her side. He never would be. Letting him get as close as she had was a mistake that she was sure she was paying for now. Trusting him was probably the stupidest thing she could have done. Clearly, she'd been abandoned. It was time to run for it. She didn't know how far she'd get. Since being kidnapped by the hotel, she hadn't really tested the limits of her confinement. Being away from Crowley had been enough to keep her from getting curious. But now? With at least one grudge bearing hunter and two easily led pups who might turn and bite her any second...it was time to hit the road. She gathered a couple changes of clothes, hastily shoving them into a bag, and slipped out the front door, not even bothering to close it behind her. The streets were empty but for a few wandering couples, and she hurried on her way without making eye contact with any of them. With any luck, she'd be able to make it across the border without anyone being able to identify just where she'd gone. She tried to keep her senses alert as she walked, but the act of running away was leaving her oddly melancholy. Everyone kept saying it...running away was what she was best at. Looking after herself was always priority one. So why did she feel so conflicted about leaving like this? As she made for the outskirts of town, ready to try the border of their little world, she wasn't paying as much attention to her surroundings as she should have been. |