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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]_snoogans_
2009-03-28 07:44 pm UTC (link)
Well, it had been worth a try. She looked stuck-up anyway. Suddenly, though, she looked in his direction as though she was getting ready to eat him. But she still spoke about something else, about raw fish and five months. "Well at least you've eaten!" He commented. Might not be the best, but it was something.

"Yeah what is the deal with these things, they really journals? We're supposed to write on them?" He asked, whipping his own journal from one of his pockets. When he opened it, he found it was already written on in different handwritings. "Oooh, what the shit?!"

Jay practically fell over as she nearly pushed him away to get to the Pepsi. So that's what it was. Weird shit, staring longingly at a beverage.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-03-28 07:50 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah, but when you have to eat the same thing over and over and over, you stop wanting it and eventually, you stop eating all together," Shannon sighed.

She pulled the refrigerator open once he was clear of the door and snatched up a Diet Pepsi, twisting off the cap and immediately taking a drink. Rather than actually enjoy it, the carbonation she'd forgotten to take into account had her sputtering and gasping for air when it fizzed right up her nose. Coughing, Shannon leaned against the refrigerator next to Jay, trying to catch her breath. "Shit, I forgot..." she mumbled to herself.

When she'd regained her composure, she looked over at him. "Yeah, I guess so...I know, it's really weird, you can see everything people write," she said, leaning to look over his shoulder. She pointed. "That's mine." Then, she pointed to another page. "Sam. It's so weird."

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[info]_snoogans_
2009-03-28 08:22 pm UTC (link)
Jay shrugged. "I don't know. I eat at Mooby's almost every day and I love it." Different strokes, he supposed. She seemed way high maintenance, too.
When she started coughing because of the carbon, Jay couldn't help laughing. Apparently the "fssst" noise it had made when she had opened the bottle didn't tip her off.

"I've seen some freaky shit, but not this type of freaky shit. Is this really you?" Of course he was still suspicious. Even the Internet was still hard to understand, let alone a handwritten journal, with no cables at all.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-03-28 08:26 pm UTC (link)
Rubbing her nose, as it was still smarting from the fizz, Shannon furrowed her brow. "I haven't had anything to drink other than water in almost a year. First I was on a diet because I wanted to be and then...because I had no choice," she explained, annoyed with herself for blushing in embarrassment at her own faux pas.

"Honest to God," she promised. "You still have the pen that came with it? I'll show you," she offered. "I know it sounds crazy, believe me. I thought I was insane when I first saw someone else's handwriting in my journal, but it's the real deal, I swear."

Shannon wasn't entirely sure why she felt so defensive about it, but she did.

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[info]_snoogans_
2009-03-28 08:43 pm UTC (link)
Jay, still chuckling, made a dismissive hand gesture in her direction, hoping she would stop worrying.

He snatched the pen away from his back pocket and handed it to her. "Here." This, he wanted to see. God was one thing, but this was kind of another. He didn't know why, but it was more unbelievable.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-03-28 08:46 pm UTC (link)
Shannon took the pen from him and leaned a little further over, scrawling her name on one of the margins of the page on which her second entry in the journal showed up. "See?" she asked. "Same handwriting."

She wondered if that'd be enough to prove herself. If not, she supposed she could take him back to the art museum and write him a note in her journal and have him read it from his.

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