Alicia Salvatore (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} spinspinspin) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} resurrectio_rpg,@ 2009-05-07 16:59:00 |
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What: Alicia can't take sitting her and Katie's flat anymore and goes out to find a drink.
Where: Belsize Park, London
When: Thursday Evening
Rating: R+
Status: Complete.
It felt unreal to her. Every single second she was looking up at the front door expecting Katie to walk in with food, or with a smile. Maybe coming in to tell her something strange that happened at practice. It was just not right. Katie wasn't supposed to be dead. Her roommate was gone, one of her best friends in the whole wide world was gone. The girl that had never once stopped being there for Alicia was now gone. It broke her heart every second she thought about it. What was worse was living in in a place where everything reminded her of Katie.
She could have gone somewhere, but it still didn't feel real, and leaving the flat to go stay somewhere else would make it all to real for Alicia. She didn't want it to be real, it wasn't supposed to be real. Alicia couldn't believe that Katie would just fall like that. Katie as a strong flier, she was always comfortable on a broom. She used to joke with her that she was better in the air than on the ground. It was something Alicia had actually been jealous of. She wished she was the effortlessly good in the air. She wasn't though, she never would be.
Hiding her face in a pillow, Alicia let out a loud scream before tossing the pillow and knocking over an unlite candle before storming out of the flat. Maybe it wasn't the best time to get a drink, but screw that, she wanted to get something strong and go back and write down things and look at pictures and take shots. It sounded like a good plan to her. Alicia had a hard time sharing her emotions, and a really hard time right now with it.
As she headed out she wandered around for a while in a daze, everything reminded her of where she and Katie had walked, or laughed, or even argued. She looked over to a bench where she, Angie, and Katie had sat eating ice cream on a warm day laughing. Blinking quickly, her swollen eyes fighting back tears, Alicia saw the store she wanted. As she headed in she went straight for the whiskey. It only took a moment to buy it, as she waited in line, she forced herself not to look around, it would probably just make her cry.
As she paid and nodded a thank you, she could barely see the tears were nearly falling down her face. As she hurried out of the store, she took a sharp left running nearly straight into a person, only stopping a moment before running into the taller person... The taller man... The taller Chaser... Marcus Flint. "Flint?"