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Kimberly Corman hearts nerds (cheatingdeath) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-12-09 12:25:00

Day Thirty, afternoon
Who: Kimberly Corman, Connor Temple, and eventually Andy Gallagher and Elliot Reid
What: Gettin' some grub
When: Day 30, afternoon
Where: The Gym
Rating: PG-13?
Status: Active

This would be the first time Kimberly was willingly leaving the safe haven she and Connor had created in the library. Kimberly was anxious with worry. The fact that the last time she'd left, while it was through no control of her own, she and Connor had ended up in tanks, fighting for their lives and she'd lost the war was enough to deter her. It was cold as hell and Kimberly was freezing just thinking about leaving the barely-there warmth of their Safe Room just to venture into the main room again, never mind outside. But, Connor said there was food and Kimberly hadn't eaten in days. The one day she'd actually had food, the interaction between she, Connor, and Spencer had made her lose her appetite. By the time she'd gotten it back, it was too late.

Wrapping her arms around herself, Kimberly hung back from the door. "I really hope that the thrift store you keep talking about is on the way from here to the gym...I'm gonna freeze," she murmured quietly. Her heart was racing with that familiar panic of knowing she was about to do something that might end up being her last something. Hypothermia. Frost bite. Pneumonia. God she was so screwed...

"What would I have to do to get you to leave me here and bring things back to me?" she asked pathetically, giving him a weak, sheepish smile that said she was only half-joking. By the time Connor managed to bring anything back, even if it had been the theater instead, it would've been ice cold and barely worth eating, anyway, she figured.

There was really no getting out of going with Connor and she did want to spend more time with him. She just kept looking back at the clothes Connor was wearing - with perhaps a touch of jealousy or envy in her eyes - and wishing she'd been taken from someplace other than her bed. Tank top and pajama pants in the winter. Totally unfair.

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cheatingdeath
2009-12-13 07:27 pm UTC (link)

Upon hearing the other woman's name, Kimberly's first instinct was to bite her tongue against asking, "isn't Elliot a boy's name?" Because, really, that would be rude. Besides, Kim could be a boy's name, couldn't it? Maybe not Kimberly, but still. She gave the other woman a small, sympathetic smile. "Nice to meet you. Too bad it was under said circumstances," she empathized.

The way Elliot looked after Kimberly had offered her a seat was not lost upon Kimberly. For a single, fleeting moment, Kimberly thought maybe she was off the hook and the other woman would politely decline and Kimberly could be her skittish, withdrawn self again without having to worry about putting up a front. It seemed like there was no one here she could really be herself around; not even Connor. She put on the biggest show for Connor, really, which wasn't entirely fair to him, but it was all she could do to keep from scaring him off completely. If he had any idea how really and truly wrecked she was on the inside, he'd run like hell, she thought.

She noticed, too, the way Elliot looked over to where Connor was sitting and she stiffened wondering whether the tall, pretty blonde was looking at Connor or Andy. Let it be Andy, she found herself thinking as her eyes followed Elliot's and she gave Connor a somewhat pained sort of smile that said, look: I'm trying. Only because you want me to, but I really am trying.

But she tore her eyes away from him and looked back at Elliot as she felt the other woman sit beside her on the bleachers. "Yeah, I guess..." she said softly, looking down at her plate and pushing a few things around with her fingers. "I read some stuff in that book that makes me think Connor and I weren't the only ones suffering the other day..." she murmured. "That really sucks, though. Is it always like that?" she asked, looking up at Elliot again with genuine, albeit nervous, curiosity. "Did you end up in the tanks, too? Or were you one of the people standing outside staring back at them with empty eyes?" She really and truly tried to keep the bitterness out of her voice. Whether or not she'd been successful, she had no idea.

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frickonastick
2009-12-30 05:32 am UTC (link)

"What happened to you?" Elliot heard herself asking before she could stop herself. It was rude for one thing, since she was pretty sure the girl in front of her didn't want to remember it. That might even be the reason why she was sitting so far away from the others, Elliot realized all too late.

She shook her head. "It's not always like that, but..." she hesitated not wanting to terrify the new comer but not wanting to sugar coat it either. "Sometimes it is," she amended. "People die here," she said quietly and seriously. "The tanks?" She asked looking up at her. "Was that you? I'm so sorry." She swallowed. "They put me in a glass cage with Tonks once and made us pass out on this gas. I thought I was dying."

She shuddered at the thought and crossed her arms protectively against her chest. "No tanks for me," she said, her eyes moving back towards Andy again. "They thought they'd get creative."

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