Swallowed up, hold on tight (iateinsane) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-08-03 21:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2018 [08] august, noa bellamy, teagan morgan |
Who Noa and Teagan
What Getting the Hangar ready for new supplies. Hurrah
When Afternoon
WhereDog Park
There'd been no heads up as to what to expect in this particular shipment and maybe that was because it was their guy's last hurrah on the truck route horizon.
Things were great but things were always worrying and unclear.
Sonny had gone with the crew on the run this morning and she couldn't get that worm eaten, dead pictures in her head, type feeling that everything bad that could go bad was going to go bad type feeling. She'd hinted to Rodeo about Sonny and of course she trusted the King to think straight after but it still sat on her hard and heavy. The only relief was that this was his thing. What Rodeo was, she thought, the most talented at. It was what made her love him and follow him. It was his adept, reckless grace that made him so beloved to her. Other's liked his charm, his good looks, the way he made you feel important even when you might not be that important after all. He could be charming no doubt but where and when Teagan really loved Rodeo best was outside the walls, in the thick of danger, out where the monsters were. He had such an assured confidence - the ability to carry it over- make his whole crew feel as if they were immortal and powerful. It was quite a talent. No wonder he had a whole army ready to die for him and all that was dear to him. He wasn't the only one. --
Vic was out there. Teagan knew he could hold his own. Zhenya was out there. She was a wild cat wearing sheeps clothes most of the time. Rhodes....Harvey....and others she cared for were all out with a fucking rat and here she was here making room for cans?
About a twenty-minutes she'd texted Noa to come out and help if she could. She needed a calming presence. Usually she would have texted Bishop but he was waiting for Nate and well....he was anything but calming the past few days. It was the best types of feelings with him but fuck if he wasn't the most distracting thing in her life right now.
"Peas...?" she asked, the label worn. It had come in yesterday and she checked it off the inventory. It was going faster than she expected. It was probably because she was tearing through on a tangent, trying keep her mind occupied.