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Dr. Elliot Reid (frickonastick) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-15 23:22:00

Entry tags:

!complete, andy gallagher, day 19, elliot reid, location: church

Day 19, Morning
Who: Elliot Reid and Andy Gallagher
What: Wakey, Wakey
Where: The Van near the Church
When: Day 19, Morning
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

Elliot wasn't sure what woke her, but it was with a sigh of relief that she opened her eyes and spotted Andy's velvet tiger print on the inside of the van. At least she hadn't been pulled for the day's torture. Not that it was a huge relief, considering that she knew there would be others who were less lucky. She rolled over and looked at Andy's form buried under the blankets. She could see a small bit of hhair poking up from the top of his blankets. At least he hadn't been pulled either.

She stretched in the small space of the van and looked around for her journal. There was no use putting off looking in it to see what horrors had already happened or awaited them outside the safety of the van. She spotted it piled on top of some books behind the driver's side. She crawled over, trying to reach for it over Andy's sleeping form without waking him. All she managed to do was get two fingers on it before sending the books toppling. Andy's form stirred under the blankets and Elliot scrunched up her nose.

"Sorry, sorry," she said, reaching over him to pick up one or two of the other books. "I was just trying to get to my…" Elliot's throat stopped working as warm brown eyes looked up at her. She screamed and threw herself back against the other side of the van. Tiny hands emerged from underneath the blanket and she had to force herself not to hyperventilate. Tiny hands creeped her out. Tiny hands really creeped her out. What was more disturbing at the moment though, was that the kid in front of her was wearing an exact miniature version of Andy's clothes. What the frick?

"Who are you?" She asked, her voice so high and squeaky that it sounded almost hoarse. She refused to entertain for even a second that this could be the same Andy Gallagher, only much younger. Because that was absurd. Impossible. Unthinkable.

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frickonastick
2009-09-07 11:00 pm UTC (link)

Elliot couldn't help but smile and look pleased with herself at his compliment. She'd been afraid she was actually being a terrible babysitter, so hearing that she was not only good but cool from the one person who would know the best made her feel much better about the whole thing.

"Okay," Elliot repeated, infusing some of her own enthusiasm at letting the professionals, or at least more practiced adults, take care of little Andy. "We just have to make a stop so we can pick up some food for everyone first and then you can play with the other kids there." She paused when he asked if she wanted to play Ninja Turtles. She vaguely remembered the cartoon from her own childhood, though her mother had insisted that little girls didn't and shouldn't watch the same cartoons as her brother. In fact, most of Elliot's childhood memories involved her mother reading her passages out of romance novels. She'd been the only kid in kindergarten whose fairy tales had come out of a book that read Harlequin across the top instead of Grimm.

"I don't know," she said slowly. "I'm not sure I know how to play."

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