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Locke Lamora (richercleverer) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-26 00:25:00

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!complete, day 05, location: thrift store, locke lamora, shannon rutherford

Who: Shannon Rutherford & Locke Lamora
What: Scavenging for goodies
When: Morning, probably around midmorning?
Where: Thrift Store
Rating: TBD (Oh, let's say PG-13 to start)
Status: Complete

Sleep deprivation was nothing new for Locke - he had experienced sharp changes to his sleeping patterns when he was in training to be a clever pirate and then again when he had come to be a member of the Orchid's crew. The only difference between that time and this was that, currently, Locke had no strong coffee to perk his mind back to its normal speed and, to make matters worse, there was the unpredictable wail of a siren every few moments. The first few times he had heard it, Locke had been sure that he would find a raging fire as soon as he left the confines of the church - but there had been nothing. After the fifth or seventh time, he had come to realize that it was nothing but a nuisance but that made it no less irritating when tore through the early morning peace. Realizing that sleep was now impossible, Locke resolved to head to the thrift store in order to scrounge together anything which might be useful - which meant anything that could either replace what had been taken from him or anything which might help in his self-appointed mission of having a good look at the glass walls and any trees which might be near them.

Locke shivered unpleasantly in the cool of the morning as he hurried toward the spot on the map marked as the thrift store and, when he came to what appeared to be the right building, he let himself quietly inside. He quickly glanced around for any sign of the woman whom he had agreed to meet but, seeing no trace of her, he decided to start his scavenge without her - well, as soon as he found some warmer and more appropriate clothes, at least. He supposed that he would just have to put up with the strange garments of this time and place.

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-29 02:34 am UTC (link)

Nodding, Shannon gave Leo a small smile. "That I do, my friend," she agreed with a soft air of nostalgia in her tone. "That I do." Another nod came in response to his offer to listen, should she ever be ready to talk about the Island. She doubted that day would ever really come, but it was a nice gesture on his part, in any case, and she appreciated it. A tiny grin tugged at the corners of her mouth, though, when he added the sentiment about women and their love for mystery. "Well, we do have to keep some air of mystique, do we not, to keep men interested in pursuing us?" she teased.

Her eyebrows arched as Leo started to side with Rorschach, even if Shannon could tell he was joking. When he laughed and shook his head saying that he couldn't finish and why, Shannon laughed as well. "Yeah, that dude is seriously off his meds or something," she replied. "Also, I've decided that he's a closet homo and we - the vaginas - scare the ever livin' out of him. What a misogynistic prick," she replied, wrinkling her nose.

Shannon laughed heartily at his comment once she'd put on the coat. "That right there? That just made my fucking day, you're hilarious!" she exclaimed, still laughing. This felt good. Even if she had to look like a complete moron, laughing felt like a more than welcome release of all the shit she'd been mulling over, worrying about, or dumping on Sam the night before. Shannon made a mental note to remember to repay the offer. "Peach schnapps and cranberry vodka as soon as physically possible," Shannon told him. "We'll play a game of I Never to get to know one another and then maybe when I'm drunk enough, you can coax the story of Craphole Island out of me," she said, only half-joking.

Moving past the clothing and into what looked like the sporting goods section, Shannon eagerly snatched up a tattered backpack and shoved her findings into it, slinging it over her shoulder and looking around. "Oh! Tarp!" she shouted, looking over the top of the display nearest her to see Leo again.

"Help me out with this?" she asked. "I don't have room in my pack, but take it...we'll need it if we start to run out of water. That's how we managed on the Island because it nearly never effing rained and the bottles of water from the plane only lasted so long. So, we built this big thing with plane parts and, like, tied a tarp to it to catch the rain whenever it did come down. Then we didn't have to fuck around with trying to figure a way to work with salt water or trek all the way to the Rape Caves to get water from that little waterfall back there," she explained probably unnecessarily.

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richercleverer
2009-04-29 11:48 am UTC (link)

"Mystique definitely helps in keeping men interested," Leo agreed with a slight nod. He knew that, in his particular case, mystique often gave way to other things - things such as impulsiveness and craziness and the strange ability to both attract and repulse but he had always been a bit of a strange duck when it came to matters of attraction. A grin broke out on his features as he cocked his head at her. "Then again, mystique isn't always necessary, as long as there's a pretty face and a nice body involved. In your particular case, though, you do seem to have all the essentials covered."

"Homo?" He blinked at the unfamiliar phrasing but he felt that he could easily discern what she meant from the rest of her statement. "You know, if he does chase that particular prey, I suddenly feel quite concerned for any guy who catches his attention - and I also suddenly feel that I might have to keep dressing like this if it might keep him away." Leo paused a moment to glance down at himself and then laughed. "Though, from what I've read, I wouldn't be entirely surprised if this was just his sort of style."

Leo grinned in response to her hearty laughter. He found that it really did feel good to be able to cheer someone with something that came as naturally as banter - even if it was a touch odd that his tongue was, for once, getting him in better standing with someone as opposed to causing him trouble. "I Never?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. Leo was never one to pass a chance to learn a new game - especially one that was seemingly intimately tied to the use of liquor and especially one that included Shannon as a player. He had the feeling that getting drunk with her would be a very amusing time. "I will most definitely take you up n that - just let me know where and when."

"Tarp?" Leo asked. He was clearly puzzled by what she was trying to tell him and he offered her a quizzical look. Still, as soon as she began to explain, he smiled and nodded - rather impressed with the ingenuity of her idea. After stuffing a few bottles of the more potent spices into his own pack - along with a few assorted other goods - he moved to help her. "That has to be one of the best ideas I've heard. I was beginning to wonder what would happen once we ran out of water bottles but this pretty much takes care of it."

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