Bea Albrecht (whybeapolite) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2014-12-08 15:15:00 |
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Christmas, the holidays, they didn’t do much for Bea. Too many parties growing up, or not enough Christmas mornings spent with her parents. Either way, she just couldn’t get into the spirit the same way that it seemed to be seeping into a lot of others around the resort. It was only fucking December 10th and she’d already caught one person wearing a set of those ridiculous reindeer antlers. It wasn’t even a joke, they had legitimately been wearing them to celebrate the season. Or whatever. It wasn’t hard to think that nobody was going to have their best holiday on the island either. How could they when they were stuck with monsters and had no foreseeable rescue in sight? Pretty fucking difficult, if anyone asked her. But nobody had. Luckily. She would probably end up on some ‘naughty’ list as a joke if word got around that she was pretty much a Grinch. Not that she would be that torn up if that happened. But even if she wasn’t on board with the celebrating and the acting like everything was normal, her hackles still rose when she passed through one of the commonplaces and overheard what sounded like a disagreement between a couple of the guards and one or two of the resort dwellers. Usually she wouldn’t have even bothered to stick her nose in where it didn’t belong, but she’d had enough of the hotel guards and their tendency to try and lord their power over everyone else. They were all stuck on the same damn island, the least they could do was try not to make life for everyone else fucking harder. Bea moved through the common area quietly and stood just within earshot to get a better idea of the argument before she stepped in. It sounded like the guards were stockpiling holiday stuff, of all things. Fan-fucking-tastic. “What the hell is going on?” she interrupted as she stepped closer, arms folded across her chest and her mouth in a thin, annoyed line. She didn’t miss how the bigger, heavier guard rolled his eyes when he saw her. Bea wasn’t his favorite person because she’d called him out at least a couple times before. “None of your business,” the big one snapped, “we’re working something out.” “Like fucking hell you are.” It was muttered under her breath, but the guard obviously caught it since he bristled and looked Bea dead in the eye. |