Sarah Puckerman (sg_sarah_p) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2012-06-15 19:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: text, !type: thread, -2022: june, character: brittany pierce, character: sarah puckerman |
Phone call/Text messages: An update on life & request for help
Date: Friday; June 15th.
Characters: Sarah, Noah's voicemail and Brittany.
Location: Sarah: Dickinson, North Dakota. Noah's voicemail: Puck's pocket. Britt: Vegas, Nevada
Summary: Sarah makes good on her promise to Rachel and then looks for a bit of advice from performer type Britt.
Her fingers were crossed before she'd even hit the 'call' button.
She'd left Billings on a bus in the early hours of Wednesday morning, she'd stowed away in the luggage compartment after Miles City just to get across the state line and into Dickinson. It wasn't her ideal location, but it was the first stop in North Dakota and she didn't exactly plan on risking getting caught without a ticket. Blaine might've bailed her out of jail once or twice before, but she was fairly certain even her brother-in-law would get to the end of his tether with her too.
With her backpack slung over her shoulder, Sarah started her walk along the 94, not looking for a ride just yet, and pulling out her cell phone. She had promised she'd do it, and she knew Rachel would check, and if she hadn't then there would be the 'I love you dearly but I've disappointed in you and hurt that you would lie to me' routine and honestly, that fucking sucked.
She was getting more and more hopeful as the rings carried on and then the click of the voicemail starting. Sarah pumped her fist, grateful that she could just leave the message and carry on. When the tone sounded, Sarah smiled and put on her best 'everything is okay' voice.
"Hey Noah, just me. Just calling to say I'm still alive, all intact and whatever. I just left Montana, there is like nothing at all there to see, unless you like cow shit and corn fields. Dakota doesn't look all that great either, so I think I'll head a little further in and figure out where to next. I'm thinking Indiana. I'm sure you guys are fine, saw a little of Blaine's telecast or whatever, tell him I said hey. Oh! And if you happen to talk to Rachel, mention I called will you? Thanks. And if she brings up dislocated fingers or jumping from moving vehicles or strangers and hitch-hiking, just ignore her, okay? Awesome, luv ya!"
She knew she probably ran on too much, talking too fast or garbled with traffic, but it wasn't like she was writing a book for him or anything.
Walking another four miles, Sarah gave up and started thumbing for a ride. It took her ten minutes, something she was genuinely glad off, because Dakota was not all that warm. "Where ya goin' kiddo?" He wasn't horrifically unclean; kind of hill-billy with a touch of lumberjack mixed with farmer, so she'd go with it.
"Bismarck? Or as close to as possible." She figured she could hit up the library, have a look at recent newspaper articles and find if anything was her kind of unusual and go from there. She learned that her drivers name was Alec, he wouldn't accept payment for gas but asked for a sip of her soda. His wife was trying to get him off carbonated drinks and he'd promised not to buy any while travelling from the farm he worked on to home. But technically, he wasn't breaking any promises right then.
An hour later, Alec was dropping her off at the library, waving and offering to friend her on facebook later. She even kept a hold of his facebook name just to make the friend request. With her new friend made; and totally proving Rachel wrong, because he was not a creepy, strange man at all, Sarah headed inside the library to sift through the archives for any interest worthy news stories.
She found something after a few hours, her eyes stinging from the glare of the old style projector and the tiny text. Circus. It was totally the place for weird and wacky things, but an only child duplicating herself? Not so much 'normal', even by circus standards.
The more she read, the more she was sure it was a case of 'super powers' and right up her street. The only problem was, carnival people. The circus was apparently a static one, it wasn't a roaming road circus. Which was easier and harder; the location didn't move, but they likely knew the locals. Pondering a while, Sarah pulled out her cell phone again and typed a quick text.
'Don't take this the wrong way, but what do you know about blending in with carni folk?'
Britt was totally her best bet here.