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Shannon Rutherford ([info]ballerinadreams) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-03-28 17:47:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 02, jay, location: gas station, shannon rutherford

Day Two - Afternoon
Who: Shannon Rutherford and Jay
What: Chance meeting
When: mid-afternoon
Where: at the gas station
Rating: probably R for language
Status: Complete



Groaning in discomfort, Shannon rolled onto her back and opened her eyes staring up at the never endingly high ceiling. She had a kink in her neck and her hip was throbbing. Well, sleeping on her side on the floor was a bad idea; good to know for future reference.

Shannon got to her feet and stretched her arms over her head, yawning. She was filthy and felt grimy, covered in dust and debris from the floor she'd fallen asleep on the night before. Her stomach was growling, but mainly her mouth was dry; she'd finished the bottle of water from her kit just before falling asleep and now she was parched.

The journal she'd left on the front desk caught her eye and she walked over to it, ripping a piece of paper out of it and picking up the pen. In bubbly, impossibly neat handwriting - comical in its vast contrast to the words she'd written - Shannon wrote a message and reached over the desk for the box of rusty tacks she'd found while looking for something useful.

She walked out of the building and tacked the journal page to the door. It loudly proclaimed:

NO VACANCY
Fuck Off :)


Pleased that it should keep her shelter hers, Shannon headed off down the road, pulling her hair into a ponytail and using a small, thin piece she'd purposefully left out to tie it, wrapping the piece around the ponytail and tucking it under; a trick she'd learned on the Island to keep her hair out of her eyes. Up ahead, she could see the gas station and decided she might as well check there. Most gas stations had wall-fridges with sodas and beer; why not water?

The door was thankfully unlocked and there were muddy tracks all over the floor; someone had been here before, it seemed. Someones, she thought, noting the two separate pairs of tracks. Shrugging it off and looking around, she tentatively called out, "hello?" before making a beeline toward the refrigerators. "Awesome," she breathed, yanking the door open and snatching a few bottles from the open case on the shelf.


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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-01 11:40 am UTC (link)
"Thanks," Shannon replied even more sincerely than she thought was actually possible for her. She looked over at him and gave him a small smile before turning back to the fire and rubbing her hands together.

The few minutes of silence after that dragged on for what seemed like hours and finally Shannon thought maybe she was warm enough that it wouldn't suck so bad to go back out in the rain. She needed to get back to her shelter at some point and get back to work on the census. Or maybe meet up with Cheryl to work on the map. Something more useful than standing around in front of a fire talking or not talking to Jay. She might've been useless on Craphole Island, but she wasn't going to let these people see that same thing, even if she was pretty sure it was true. At least she could fake it, here. New people, new chances.

Sighing, she looked back at Jay. "I'm gonna get back," she told him, walking away to pick up the water bottles she'd put down. "I'll see you 'round, Jay." Once again, she gave him a small smile and then headed toward the door, taking a deep breath as if to brace herself for the cold and wet weather before actually stepping out into it.

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