lookforheaven (aucontraire_) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-07-18 01:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2018 [07] july, adelaide hawkins, ian terrell, james hawkins, teagan morgan |
Who: Adelaide & Charlie, Rodeo, Sarge, a puppy, and any other Dogs who happen by.
Where: En Route, The Dog Park
What: A very important meeting.
When: July 18, 2018
Early in the morning on the designated day Adelaide dresses Charlie. TR is already off to work for the day but Adelaide plays out the whole scenario dutifully - loads Charlie into his stroller, brings along some bottles and some movies and some popcorn ostensibly for her and Donna's date. She goes inside when she reaches her friend's place on the other side of the Capitol, does her best to answer Donna's questions about the mysterious day trip that she's covering for - though Donna doesn't ask an obnoxious amount and Adelaide feels a swell of gratitude to her friend for that.
Then soon she's off, Charlie in her arms now with the stroller and the booze left behind, just a diaper bag and her baby with her as she slips down the back staircase toward the garage.
When she reaches the garage, in a sublevel of the Capitol where Adelaide can only assume the politicians and VIPs of days gone by used to park their expensive cars, she smiles easily at the bored twenty-something who operates the gates.
"Hey there Jack," Adelaide says, conspiratorially. "Did you get her for me?"
The lanky redhead nods, running his hand through his tufty hair. "Sure did. Pick of the litter, Mrs. Reynolds says. She's in the crate in back, and I got the AC going for you, Mrs. Lansing."
The name makes Adelaide feel strange, but she smiles nonetheless as Jack opens the door for her, and she eases Charlie into the car seat he's used just a handful of times before. He kicks his feet and babbles, and Adelaide's nervous excitement kicks up. It feels strangely old world to Adelaide every time she has taken Charlie out - usually for checkups at UMCB - strapping him in and driving off like any mother would have done before the world got weird. Except when she has to swerve around shufflers or circumnavigate a giant blob in the street. That is normal these days.
She peers into the crate in back once Charlie is settled and she grins. "My friend at the library's gonna love her," she says to Jack. She shuts the back door and gets in the driver's side. "Thanks again for picking her up, honey," she says, and then he's jogging over to wheel back the heavy gates that were installed where there used to be an open drive with one of those skinny little arms for a barrier. Addie has a brief moment of thankfulness for Olinger's preparedness, as she drives through and waves off Jack while he shuts the heavy metal behind her.
Once she's outside she quickly shoots off a text to Rodeo that she is on her way and on time, and she starts to drive in the direction of LBJ. When she's made enough progress that she's out of view of the Capitol, when she's fairly sure she hasn't been followed this far, Adelaide starts toward her real destination - the Dog Park. She's keeping her eyes peeled for the escort Rodeo insisted on, though Addie doesn't especially like the idea of her brother coming so close to the Capitol as a rule. She'll bend that, for this.
Her insides are churning as she drives, with anticipation and nerves and impatience for the meeting that is so overdue.