Re: log: connie/atticus
"My smile is a lot more chilling." Connie winked and the one eye open burned blue like a stove-top flame. She could get away with these kinds of things with most people in Repose. They were good at ignoring due to survival or their own strangeness, and she hadn't gotten used to keeping that light under a bushel around newcomers. These newcomers, they asked her about the dog. They didn't roll with strange mists and unexplained trains. She wondered how long it would take them to sandbag like she did. Become nothing so nothing could grab hold of her.
"Didn't think I'd bring 'em, huh?" She stepped past him with confidence and then took a moment to look around the carriage house. It was small and she wondered how his parents had lived there so long without constantly needing to venture out. Then again, who was she to talk? Miss Small Town who only recently left to go check out the zoo before running back home. "It's cool, boss. If you want to keep jamming out to old man rock and roll, go right ahead." She set the plate down and sat down on the couch, despite her offer to leave.
Connie bobbed her head with the music and then pointed at him. "Not really what I expected from you, music wise. Was thinking more like Simon & Garfunkel. Maybe like The Jam? Some Bowie?" Connie's mouth sparked into a smirk. She loved Bowie like any weirdo on the planet should.