InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "Sometimes. I wet myself..."

Heather Mason (tufui_egoeris) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-03-30 08:56:00

Entry tags:

!complete, cheryl mason, day 02, location: theatre, silent bob

Day Two - Midday to Early Afternoon
Who: Cheryl Mason & Silent Bob
What: Exploring/Map Making
When: Midday of Day 2
Where: Somewhere in the vicinity of the theater
Rating: TBD (currently let's say around PG-13 for language?)
Status: Complete

It had started as busy work - something to keep her moving so that she didn't have time to think, didn't have time to remember. Movement seemed to be as good a salve as Cheryl was going to find for her particular itch and she fully intended to keep moving until she was absolutely forced to stop. It came to her in the seemingly endless stretch of hours between early morning and gray dawn that movement without purpose was a waste and so she came to the abrupt decision to do something that seemed worthwhile - since this place hadn't been kind enough to furnish one, Cheryl decided that she'd make an effort to begin to sketch a map of the basic area.

Cheryl started once a dim sort of dawn had broken and given her a sense of the basic directions. Since then, she walked north far enough to map the location of a church with a small cemetery behind and useless forest beyond. After that, she had come south again to the library where she had started - and the two buildings beyond which had proven to be a post office and a thrift store. Now that the rain had started to fall in earnest, she lingered under the dilapidated marquee of what appeared to have once been a theater. Sitting cross-legged on the shattered and frequently missing tiles of the entryway, she held a thick volume across her lap. Said volume had come from the library but, since it held no useful information and had frequent blank pages due to the illustrations, she had decided to use it to house her beginning sketches - at least until her map as decent enough to sketch into her journal. She would just wait out the rain and, as soon as it let up enough, she'd start walking again. God knew if she would be able to map out the entire area - or if the area would stay the same long enough for her to do so - but she intended to try, at least.

She had to do something to try to stay sane, after all.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

tufui_egoeris
2009-04-14 01:41 pm UTC (link)

Cheryl raised her eyebrows at the offered hand and she couldn't quite keep a small laugh from escaping her smiling lips. Oh, not that she was laughing at Bob this time either; again, it was the unexpectedness of the gesture that simply caught her off guard and left her with little other reaction. Shaking her head, she accepted the hand and the help to return to her feet. "Who says that chivalry's dead?"

She nodded agreement to his suggestion that they go back to the thrift store but, before starting off in that direction, she frowned a bit at the broken umbrella still in her hand. It had become pretty obvious that it had outlived its usefulness, if just because a nice pool of water had collected on the flat top instead of running down the should-be-rounded sides, but she didn't really want to just throw it away; true, a broken umbrella wasn't good for much but the tip could be enough to pierce if thrust hard enough and it was blunt enough to make one or two good blows possible.

The lingering paranoia of the situation prompted her to decide to simply shake the water from the top and collapse it instead of just tossing the umbrella aside. Nodding to Bob, Cheryl started the short walk back toward the shelter of the store.

(Reply to this) (Parent)

(Read comments) -