Torrie Reed (hardbitten) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-08-08 13:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2018 [08] august, ezra galloway, victoria reed |
Who: Torrie Reed and Ezra Galloway
Where: The tunnels
What: Torrie is avoiding. She's not sure what he's up to.
When: Towards dusk
The dark, dank cold of the tunnel system has never felt as oppressive as it has in the last handful of months. It never held the comfort of the medical center for Torrie, but it hadn't felt alien and strange either, and she wishes that she could have had warning, that she would have been able to adapt. But she hasn't. Lost without grounding points, she has been a spitting, scratching creature, snarling at those that would threaten her safety or the safety of others. Trying to sniff the blood in the water before the predator comes. Of course it's true that Ghouls carry no loyalties, and she's not any different than the rest, but she's still moral enough to scream at the killing, to oppose preying on the ones that can't defend themselves. Then there are the whispers. Jo's back. Torrie knows what that means. Knows and is frightened of the outcome, because she doesn't know if she has strength left in her arms or fingers to pull herself back up this time. It's an inevitability that she'll come up against it sooner or later, she's not stupid enough to think she can ostrich forever and keep her head buried until it all goes away. It just hasn't found her yet. She's hidden in the maze. Her train car, her nest too obvious of a refuge to stay in. Torrie's not gone like a lot of them, even with traces of Prax in her system, she's gotten good at staying one step ahead of new and violent danger. Away from Emilie who's blossomed into something Torrie doesn't want to come to blows with. Curled into the dark of a corner she doesn't have to, but she knows she's not alone. "Why don't you come out," she says into the darkness, fingers on the knife she has strapped to her thigh. The one she's never used. "I won't bite." |