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Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Shannon gave Sam a sad smile. "Me too," she said. "I don't remember my mother. My dad was always flying somewhere or another on business and Boone raised me, too. Well, Boone and a shitload of nannies...he was rotten to them," she said. Theresa came to mind, but she didn't elaborate about how he'd driven Theresa into such a tizzy one day that she'd fallen down the stairs and broken her neck. "Although, I guess you win with the moving around bit. I at least got to stay in one place," she added.

Looking down, Shannon shook her head and let out a humorless huff of laughter. "Jesus, what a shitty bunch of stuff to have in common, huh?" she asked, looking back up at him. Nodding, Shannon gave Sam a facial shrug in response. "I spent that year drinking, not studying, so..." she said with an airy, sheepish laugh. "Could be near the Rivera, but I wouldn't know. It was kinda cool though, just to be able to say I lived somewhere else. I wish, in retrospect, that I'd actually taken advantage and looked around. I've been a few other places, but I spent the longest in St. Tropez."

When Sam smiled, Shannon caught his eye and smiled back. She thought that just maybe those had been the first genuine smiles they'd given one another. She looked away again, then, as Sam started looking for a place to put his torch. "Yeah, as close as I can to it without being within a distance where I'd knock it over on myself if I roll over or something," Shannon replied. She looked back up at him and nodded her agreement. "I think you're probably right. I wish we could build a real fire, but we'd have to, like, make a pit or we'd burn this whole place down..." she muttered, frowning slightly to herself.