Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (maryanne_walker) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2016-04-25 01:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, maryanne walker (oe) |
Who: Maryanne
Where: The Diner
What: Planning, Demolition and a little bit of rage.
When: Backdated to Saturday 4/23
Rating: TBD
Open: To whomever wants in. Multiple threads welcome.
Status: On going
It was a little hard to be angry as Journey blasted over the radio speakers she had planted in the diner. It was also pretty impossible not to sing to. And Faithfully reminded her so much of her Clint. "Circus life Under the big top world We all need the clowns To make us smile Through space and time Always another show Wondering where I am Lost without you" As she marched table after table. Chair after chair. Out the door. They lined the sidewalk, laminate with chrome edging tables, vinyl chairs. Some having taken a good beating over the years. Three and a half since she'd hunted them down. The stools that lined the counter would be more of a task, they were bolted to the floor. But those damn things would come out. Memories assaulted her like angry ghosts. Her and the first Bruce rigging up the electricity. Then getting frozen in. Being alone as her water broke. Watson, Bruce, and Daryl... She shook the images away. "You assholes are all gone. Left me here to rot. You ain't got any right haunting me right now." She growled as she dragged yet another set of chairs out. Maryanne knew she wasn't the same girl that had been dropped on this rock. She was colder. Coarser. Angrier. Sure she'd been a wounded animal on the train, quite literally at first, but now her wounds had crusted over, and only a select few was allowed past her tough hide. |