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Ellen Ripley (ellen_ripley) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-06 14:08:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, day 10, derek zoolander, ellen ripley, location: thrift store, open

Who: Ripley and OTA Thrift-shop dwellers (and anyone else)
What: Clothes shopping
When: 8 am or so
Where: Thrift Shop
Rating: PG at most, probably
Status: Active

Ripley had fully intended to go walkabout the day before, to get some shoes at least, but ...

The book ... err, journal ... proved to be too much of a distraction. It was an interesting window into the minds of the people here.

She'd spent the entire day reading and re-reading what people wrote until the sun going down had distracted her.

She'd never seen a sunset, so she'd indulged herself, then made herself as comfortable as possible and gotten some sleep.

Only to wake up about an hour before dawn from /that/ dream. The one that made her chest hurt and her heart pound like a fucking drill. The psych she'd been forced to see in the weeks before Hadley's Hope got decimated had said the pain was psychosomatic.

Felt real enough to her, but whatever. By the time she calmed down, the sun was starting to come up, and she got to watch that. Another first.

Eventually, box in one hand, journal (open to the map page) in the other, she started in the direction of the thrift shop, keeping to the grass to save her feet.

It was easy enough to figure out when she'd found the right building. Some of the stuff visible from the window made Ripley /laugh/. It was ... well, hideously godawful fit, to start. She'd think of something better later.

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eugoogoolizer
2009-06-20 11:45 am UTC (link)

"Oh." Derek's face fell in crestfallen disppointment. Seriously... he had missed the adoring paparazzi so much that it was starting to make his heart ache. At least, he thought it was his heart. Maybe it was his spleen.

"I know, right? I mean... first it's all like, cold, and then it's all like.... weird. Hey, Ripley, I'd really love to continue talking about this conversation, but I gotta piss... I wish that I could find a Japanese toilet. Japanese toilets do everything for you. They wipe you off really nice, and clean you up, and they do a better job than I ever could!"

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	ellen_ripley 2009-06-20 03:05 pm UTC (link)
	"No problem." Ripley said, waving him off to ... wherever it was he was going. "Don't wait on my account. I'll just grab whatever looks halfway decent." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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