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Tweak says, "Transform and roll out!"

Maggie Greene (ex_maggiegre191) wrote in the_triangle_rp,
@ 2012-03-01 03:02:00

Character(s): Maggie & Glenn
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Cautions/Warnings: Possible language
What: Camp-making, fishing and a much-needed reunion
Location: Fishing area.
Approximate Date: 3 days after Maggie's arrival/Glenn's arrival
Status: Closed

Maggie surveyed her hand-built shelter with a small frown. It certainly left much to be desired in the way of living quarters, but at least it was holding, right? As if on cue, the right corner stick snapped and the whole thing came slumping down on that corner. Well wasn't that just fantastic. Muttering a curse under her breath and hurling one half of the offending stick far into the bushes, Maggie dropped down and sat on the ground with her head in her hands. Fantastic, just fantastic. All her time living off of the land, and she couldn't even make a simple hut?

With a far more colourful range of expletives than one would expect from a good old country farm girl, she scraped together the little motivation she had and hauled herself back into a standing position. She was sick of sleeping in bushes and under leaves. She was going to have this shelter finished before it got dark, even if it took everything out of her to do so. She hadn't seen anyone since the day she had arrived, and she had run away from the guy that she hit in the nose pretty quickly to avoid conflict. Maybe they were the only people here? In any case, after the zombie ridden area that she had managed to escape, the lack of people was definitely a good thing.

Her stomach growled loudly as she started to push the roof of the shelter upwards again, and she dropped it with a sigh. She maybe had four hours left of daylight if she were lucky, but there was no way she would finish this thing if she didn't get some decent food in her. Maggie had managed to get by the last few days with the variety of berries and shoots that grew around her, but it wasn't nearly enough to sustain her, especially not when engaged in this much manual labour. She dropped the makeshift roof back to the ground and grabbed the bow that she had sitting next to her backpack. Using a sharp rock to peel the bark off one of the surrounding tree in long strips, she started tying them to the ends of her arrows as she made her way towards the beach. The shelter would be finished tonight, she was sure of that, but first things first - food.

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survivortype
2012-02-29 11:24 pm UTC (link)

"That's not what I meant," Glenn said, amazed at this ability to be playful again, somehow, like Maggie was a bright shot of clear tequila purging all the grime in his throat. He stroked her hair as she nestled against him, and then--she asked. He should have prepared himself for that, but he'd never thought about it.

"Pretty much the same story," he said, and he was glad she couldn't see his face while he was lying to her. He felt guilty. Of course he did, but he just--couldn't wreck this moment, not when he'd just gotten her back. He'd have to think up answers for the scars on his back, but most of the damage to him was on the inside, and he was abruptly resolved that that was where it was going to stay. "Higher than Miami, though, I must have just missed you. I figured--maybe you were trying for Cuba, that was the closest place I could think out. Turns out I'm a better delivery guy than a sailor."

He kissed the top of her head, leaning back slightly to arrange them more comfortably, and sighed with closed eyes. She'd already ended up with...that, a delivery guy. He knew it didn't matter now, but at the same time it did, because everyone else had toughened up and Glenn had just seemed to stay Glenn. (Rick would have figured out a way off the ship. He never even would have ended up on. Nobody but him.) "Have you seen any walkers?"

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ex_maggiegre191
2012-03-01 12:01 am UTC (link)

"I know," Maggie chuckled softly under her breath and settled in comfortably at his side. This was exactly where she wanted, no needed to be, and she had barely even begun to process the possibility that this whole situation wasn't just some dream that she was about to wake up from. If it was a dream it was the most realistic one she had ever had, that much was certain.

"I can't believe you managed to follow me all the way down the coast," she admitted with a small smile against his neck. She was impressed, she couldn't hide it. She had never thought of him as 'just a delivery boy', but finding out that he had managed to track her all the way down the East coast made her so proud for reasons she barely understood. "How did you know which way I was going, I tried to cover my tracks in case there were...other survivors."

The walkers question brought a frown to her face, and she huffed a little before she decided to speak again. "No walkers, no. But I did meet some guy called Damon. He thinks I'm someone else. A girl called 'Rose'. I don't know what's going on there. He has no memory of the walkers at all."

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survivortype
2012-03-02 06:13 pm UTC (link)

"Maybe--they didn't end up here?" Glenn frowned, because that was...odd, and Glenn didn't trust oddities. If this Damon was mistaking Maggie for someone else and didn't know about the walkers--he was either lying or insane, and Glenn didn't like either possibility. Especially not when Maggie was involved, which she could probably tell when he tightened his arms around her and kissed her forehead.

"But we'll deal with it later, I guess. If the island's clear then...Maggie, we could just live here." It wasn't like there seemed to be numerous other options, what with being isolated, having no idea how to build a boat, and only a hazy idea of how to navigate them. But the point was that if there were no walkers here, they'd never be in the same kind of danger. They could start over. No more running, no more hiding.

He addressed her pride last, because it was the least of their worries, but it still felt pretty good to be worth anything at all again: "I know, but--I was looking really hard, and I know you. I saw things other people would have missed, you know?"

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