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Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-27 21:04:00

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!complete, day 05, location: gas station, shannon rutherford, shizuka domeki

Day Five - Early Afternoon
Who: Shizuka Domeki & Shannon Rutherford
What: Reuniting after Domeki's experiment
When: Early afternoon
Where: the gas station
Rating: PG to PG-13 I'd guess
Status: Complete

After having left the thrift shop in probably what might be considered the single most hideous outfit known to mankind, Shannon pulled her newly acquired and equally ugly coat around herself, shivering against the chill. She was heading up to the gas station in search of more provisions. Her stash of Slim Fast bars, Snapple, and water was running low and if she planned on continuing to share with the Doctor, Sam, and Dean, she would need more to share.

Shannon had found a backpack, however tattered it was, in the sporting goods section and she had shoved a few more pairs of jeans, her discarded bra and shirt, a pack of panties - score! that she'd found, an oversized men's hoodie, and a package of socks into it. She hoped there was still enough room to hoard some more protein bars and water.

The trek felt a million times longer as the cold air bit at her legs. She must've looked completely ridiculous. Scratch that, I know I look completely ridiculous, she thought as a ghost of a smile tugged at her lips and she rolled her eyes to herself. When she reached the gas station she let the door slam behind herself, shuddering as if to shake off the cold before starting back toward the broken refrigerator.

There was a new display, though, that caught her eye. Her jaw went into a slack smile and her eyes went wide with excitement. "Oh my God, soap!" she squeaked. Picking up one of the tiny travel bottles of shampoo and conditioner in one, Shannon clutched it to her chest and stared up at the ceiling of the gas station. "There is a god..." she breathed, taking two bottles and shoving them into her backpack. She followed it up excitedly with a bottle of shower gel, a pack of disposable razors, a travel-size deodorant, and a tiny plastic bottle of mouthwash. "Oh, my fucking God, jackpot!"

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throughyoureye
2009-04-27 09:14 pm UTC (link)

Domeki hadn't slept. To be quite honest, he wasn't sure that he had managed sleep since the time before he had awakened in that strange cell with Bell and he was beginning to doubt when he'd next be able to actually lie down and have a meaningful rest. He had tried to do just that, after the experiment and once he had returned to the safety of a real building, but then the noises from the woods had begun. He had briefly argued with himself that investigating would be the best idea - but the part of him that was too tired and worn to be much good to anyone had rapidly won out.

And then, with the sunrise, came the intermittent noise of sirens.

The initial concern Domeki had felt at the first wail had faded rapidly with regular repeats and he had soon decided to venture out - if nothing else, he knew that he could use a shower and there was the vague hope that either the gas station or the pharmacy would have restocked some hygienic supplies in the short time that he had been gone.

His first choice of the pharmacy offered him nothing of use and he was just opening the door to the gas station to have another try when an ear-splitting squeal reached him. His nerves still frayed from the day before, Domeki found himself tensing in anticipation of some manner of attack - so he could only blink when his eyes registered what appeared to be Shannon, only she was wearing the oddest costume he had ever seen in his life.

"Shannon?" He called rather doubtfully. Rather suddenly, he found himself wondering if it was possible to get so tired that one could dream while sleepwalking.

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-27 09:34 pm UTC (link)

Shannon was still swooning over the travel-size toiletries when she heard someone call out her name. For a split second, she froze. She looked ridiculous, for one thing, and for another...she knew that voice. The tube of toothpaste she'd had in her hand fell to the floor with a dull thump and she turned around. Today...was fucking amazing!

"Domeki!" she all but shrieked and already she was crossing the room. It took a conscious effort not to run, but if she had he'd have been getting one hell of a show, so she restrained herself. Only, when she reached him, she dropped the backpack and threw her arms around him. "Jesus, I've been asking about you on the journals; all day yesterday and this morning! Why didn't you answer, ya jerk?!" she chastised, pulling back and punching his shoulder in a strange mix of playful frustration and relief. Then, she was hugging him again. "I thought you'd been taken, you know, for one of those horrible things..." she admitted, closing her eyes.

It didn't occur to Shannon at all in that moment that perhaps he'd want some personal space, nor did it cross her mind that he might be in any kind of pain. She was too happy to see that he was alive and standing there in front of her to have any other reaction than the one she was currently displaying.

Finally, Shannon let him go and took a step back, pulling the coat in around herself again tightly. "I'm glad you're okay. I was kind of freaking out," she said in a quiet, sheepish voice.