Shannon Rutherford (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ballerinadreams) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} vas_captio_rpg,@ 2009-03-22 13:46:00 |
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Who: Shannon Rutherford
What: Shannon wanders around looking for someone else or a phone
When: between 11am and noon
Where: On the dirt road and then the art museum
Rating: TBA
Status: Dropped
Somewhere along the stretch of road off the left side of the fork where she'd separated from George, Shannon had gotten tired and dropped down, Indian-style on the side of the road. She'd opened her joke of a survival kit and taken a few small sips of water. Since she didn't know how long she'd be there before finding a phone or a way out, she didn't want to waste it. Even if the rain was still coming down in a misty, drizzly mess and she could catch some in the bottle to refill it if she needed, Shannon wasn't exactly in the mood to deal with all that. It'd be a pain anyway, since the rain wasn't a steady downpour.
Having poked around in the kit a little more, she took out the journal and looked at it. In spite of herself, she smiled fondly at it, thinking of Claire and the way she'd passed the time on the beach by writing in her own diary. Hm. Might as well. So, Shannon opened the small book and leaned far over it as she wrote, trying to use her body to block the pages from the rain. Rolling her eyes slightly at her own level of loserdom for having even bothered, Shannon closed the journal and stuck it back in the kit, rooting around a bit more. She took the packet of matches out and frowned, noting that they were soggy. Shifting slightly, she shoved them into her pocket and hoped that if it came down to needing them, they'd have a chance to dry out in the meantime.
She stood again, holding the kit in one hand as she headed a little further down the road, pushing her wet hair out of her face as she went. The dirt road was long and she came across another fork in the road. There was a creepy looking clock tower there, windows broken or boarded up and the clock staring motionlessly back at her. Deciding to keep with her previous pattern, Shannon took the left of the fork until she came to a three-way intersection. While right handed, Shannon was aware of the instinct to follow the direction of one's dominant hand and she purposefully was doing otherwise. So, she took a left.
To say the least, Shannon was equally as angry and annoyed as she was terrified by the fact that the road was a dead end, leading her right back to a large pane of glass. Logically, the glass was completely surrounding the property. Shannon's heart sank and she turned around, heading back up the road toward the clock tower. There had to be a way out. A phone. Another person. Anything. It couldn't just be she and George wandering around opposite sides of whatever this was.
Further up the road, Shannon passed between what looked like an abandoned liquor store/pharmacy on her right and a boarded up gymnasium on her left. This was an abandoned town, she realized. Old and decrepit, left in the dust to be forgotten. ...and Shannon was stuck there. Alone.
"Fuck..." she muttered, pulling her sweater tighter around herself and shivering as she walked further. When the road forked again, Shannon almost went right because taking left turns had steered her wrong, but she paused to think. If she went right, she'd eventually end up back where she and George had started. No, she'd definitely continue to take left turns until they steered her wrong again.
It seemed like hours before she saw another building. On her left, up ahead a little ways, there was what looked like a gas station. She'd have headed right toward it, because there should be a phone there somewhere, but then she decided it would probably be a pay phone and it wasn't like Shannon had any quarters. If the other buildings she'd passed were any indication of the state of the whole town, it'd be boarded up and abandoned, anyway. So, instead she wandered into the building on her right.
An old art museum? It looked like maybe that was what it was, anyway. It was dark inside with half of the windows boarded up and the cloudy skies making it difficult for the sun to peek through the ones that weren't. In any case, it was dry inside, even if it smelled faintly of dust and mold. Shannon set down her survival kit on a dusty desk - probably where they'd had guest information when this place had been in it's prime, she guessed - and wrung out her hair. The sound of the water falling to the floor, pelting the wood, was a welcome interruption to the deafening silence of the place. "Hello?" she called out curiously.
Shannon walked around the room, running her hand over a few dusty paintings to see what was hidden beneath the grime. If nothing else, she could get warmer and dry. When the matches dried, she could probably throw some paintings around until she'd broken them down enough to create some kind of crude kindling and then she could build a fire. Maybe.
"Anybody here?" she tried again, looking over her shoulder and then turning away from the paintings to hug herself against the chill of the air coming in through the door she'd carelessly left open. "Oh, Others..." she sang out mockingly. "I'm right heeere. Come and geeet me, you fucking dolts."