|ᴋᴇʟʟʏ ᴍᴀxᴡᴇʟʟ 💥 ᴀsʜ ᴠs ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ (dieami) wrote in theconsolelog,|
@ 2018-05-21 21:55:00
|Entry tags:||kelly maxwell, killian jones|
WHO: Killian and Kelly
WHERE: N’Sanity Beach; Killian’s Beach Shanty
WHEN: After hours
and hours and hours of walking
WHAT: Drinking and Swapping Stories
WARNINGS: TBD; Kelly’s first language is cursing and drinks have been promised.
STATUS: Ongoing / Incomplete
When it came to practical fashion, Kelly had never given much thought to what she wore. Her style naturally lent itself to getting into fights, especially her boots, which made for excellent weapons in a pinch. Currently, in this particular moment, Kelly was cursing them with every step she took. She had no idea how far she’d walked, but the throbbing in her feet suggested it had been more miles than she’d ever dreamt of. Kelly had attempted Killian’s ( she was still trying to wrap her brain around the “Captain Hook” thing ) suggestion. There had been a few abandoned cars along the street, but either they had no keys or wouldn’t start when they did. Hot-wiring would have been an option if it hadn’t been for the shadows moving through the fog. Deadites, she knew how to handle, but she couldn’t take the risk of getting cornered by something she’d never seen before.
The casino area had been a welcome sight once she crossed over the boundary. Mostly, she was glad to have the lights and clear view. No longer feeling the oppressive hand of paranoia was also a nice change of pace. Kelly had been tempted to stay in the city, but the promise of booze and company was greater than her desire to gamble. As much as she hated to admit it, the lone route didn’t really work when she had no idea what was going on. Being around someone in the same situation, especially one with previous experience, was in her best interest. It was that simple.
When Kelly finally set foot in white sand, she could barely contain the hysterical laugh of exhaustion. Every new area so far called on a distant memory from her childhood. Even after everything she’d been through with Ash, she still wasn’t fully ready to accept that they’d been thrown into a world of games. At least the pirate had been straight with the directions. That had earned him an ounce of trust. Apparently newcomers were rare enough that the villagers knew what she wanted before the words were out. They all pointed her toward a shanty nearby.
By the time Kelly was knocking on the shack’s door, her boots were off and she was using them to pound out her arrival. “You’d better be rolling deep in rum,” she called out, hoping he was around to hear her. “Or you’re officially a failure as a pirate.”