Shane 'Shae' Redson (withmybarehands) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2013-08-19 22:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !au, !plot week, james fox, shane redson |
Who: Shane Redson (open to James)
What: Living on the run is still living
Where: Somewheres (Details, feh)
When: Evening!
Shane had spent most of her life living on the right side of the law. Hell, she'd even taken up a badge and uniform of her own at some point and found a sense of purpose she had rather enjoyed. She wasn't sure when her life had started to bleed into so many grays, the law didn't seem so important when you had the power to make your own rules and the means to enforce them.
And maybe that's what was bothering her now. Not the gradual unwinding of her moral compass but the loss of control, the downward spiral that said 'yes Shane, this is your life and all you can do is run'.
When had the world gone to hell in a hand basket? There had been a particular day and a very particular catalyst she was sure of it though she was hard pressed to say what it was now. Truth was she really didn't care. She had other priorities. Little things that she had taken for granted when she had one place to go home to every night.
Like, showering.
Shane didn't mind moving. Thinking on her feet was easy and it was hard to be uncomfortable when you were in a perpetual state of motion but now...now that they had stopped she could feel the weight of the dirt on her skin, became painfully aware of how stiff the clothes she'd been wearing for days had become.
Sitting on the edge of the slightly sunken motel bed she smirked as she kicked off her shoes.
"Everything is shot to shit and all I can think about is good hygiene."