Deb Geller (hellobargreed) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2015-02-27 15:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | deb, wyatt |
WHO: Deb and Wyatt
WHERE: The Marina
WHEN: FORWARD-DATED: March 1, 2015; afternoon
WHAT: Friends who haven't had a chance to talk or check in with one another in awhile.
The marina was quiet, but that was nothing unusual. The stillness had always made it an appealing place to hide out, even before zombies and trapped tourist had ever come into the picture. It had been a hell of a long time since she'd come out this way with the intention of nicking one of the boats, her version of teenage rebellion and lashing out at a family that didn't care. Didn't stop her from running her fingers along the edge of the boat she passed though. Those days had been simple; carefree and selfishly lived. The main reason they'd halted followed a few steps behind her now, excitedly chatting to her dog and explaining to him all the rules about not touching.. well, anything. Deb smiled to herself, expecting the duo to cause some kind of ruckus regardless. At least the space wasn't as packed as it could have been. There was a stretch that was mostly empty that would likely work for Lily to throw a ball and keep the pair of them entertained and safely where she could watch them both. Which she pointed out when there was a lull in the one sided conversation, dropping a kiss and a pat between the ears on the pairs head before moving into the space further. Seemed likely Wyatt would know they were around (unless she was wrong and this wasn't where he'd holed himself up at the moment, not like it'd be the first time), but she called out anyways. Better not to startle people lately, not unless you were looking to get cracked with their weapon. "Hey, Wy, you around?" |