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Tweak says, "Oh, chavtastic"

Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-03-21 00:35:00

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!complete, day 01, george lass, location: barn, shannon rutherford

Day One - Morning
Who: Shannon Rutherford & George Lass
What: Shannon and George wake up in the woods (Arrival)
When: 9:30am
Where: Forest/Barn
Rating: R (language; lots of f-bombs between these two chicks lol)
Status: Complete

"Oh, my God..." Shannon mumbled, rubbing her forehead. When did it start raining? And how long had she been knocked out, anyway? "Stupid dog," she added in a thick voice she barely recognized as her own.

"Sayid?" she tried to yell, but it only came out as a raspy choked word, nearly stuck in her throat. He wouldn't have just left her there, would he? Or maybe he was out of hearing range and still trying to chase Vincent. Jesus, one person asked her to do one thing and she screwed it up. Boone was looking down (or up, she supposed) and laughing his fucking ass off, probably, little prick.

...it still hurt to think about him, so she pushed it away and sat up slowly, looking around. She felt totally out of it and wondered if she had a concussion or something. She'd have to find Jack and have him look her over, maybe, to make sure she was all right. She scanned the surroundings.

Time out. This wasn't the jungle at all... At least, not the part of the jungle she'd been in. ...oh shit...

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notgivingashit
2009-03-21 03:57 pm UTC (link)

George's tongue touched her back teeth as she stood, one hand on her hip, and her head tilted to the side. "You sure whine a lot, that's one thing I know you do." She said disdainfully.

Snorting and shrugging, George stood there watching her storm off. It wasn't like she needed a drama queen who only heard what she wanted to hear, thus failing to understand that George had never actively said she didn't believe her. But then again, what if something happened to her, and it was George's fault for letting her go on her own?

"Whatever you went through, I'm sure it was fucked up, but that's no reason to treat everyone like they're the enemy. I'm fucking stranded the same way you are, it's not me you're supposed to spend your energies fighting against!" She yelled, more to settle her conscience than anything else.

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ballerinadreams
2009-03-21 04:11 pm UTC (link)

Shannon actively ignored the whining statement. This chick was like Boone with a vagina or something and she didn't want anything to do with that. The line of thought pissed her off just as much as it ripped her up on the inside. Not that she'd ever show it...

"Fucked up does not even begin to cover it," she called over her shoulder. "So you can either come with me or not, but I'm not gonna make it easy on these assholes by standing around scratching my head." She didn't look back and she didn't stop. There had to be something else. If they weren't in the jungle, then there had to be something. Somewhere. Shannon just had to find it. George could come or she could fuck herself; Shannon didn't really care either way.

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notgivingashit
2009-03-21 04:51 pm UTC (link)

George rolled her eyes, and walked slowly in Shannon's direction. She didn't know who the fuck told her George planned on scratching her head while standing around, but she guessed it was just how Shannon rolled: based upon suppositions.

"If you're just going to walk around aimlessly a thousand feet away from me, then yeah, you're on your own." She talked behind Shannon, without making an effort to get closer.

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	ballerinadreams 2009-03-21 05:07 pm UTC (link)
	"Okay, bye then," Shannon replied with little interest. She could see a clearing up ahead but with the sky so overcast and the rain so misty and fog-like. Pausing, Shannon wiped the rain from her face and took a few more steps. Did she really feel like walking that far...? It wasn't like there was anywhere else to go... (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	notgivingashit 2009-03-21 05:25 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh, fuck you!" George snapped disdainfully, flipping her the bird behind her back. Honestly she was probably much better off without the little bitch with a princess complex and crazy talk. It was an easy thing to do, too: Walk away from the glass, and see where that lead her. Not like she needed company for that, anyway. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ballerinadreams
2009-03-21 06:39 pm UTC (link)

"Back at you," Shannon replied, although without the normal snappishness she usually had. She was distracted.

"You should probably get off your high horse and come," she called over her shoulder, closing in on the few yards between her and the clearing up ahead. Shannon could see the little bit of sun in the sky glinting again and it looked like some kind of a barn or something. At least from where she was standing. She spared George a brief glance over her shoulder before walking out of the forest and onto a dirt road. It was a barn. ...full of...couches?

Shannon wrinkled her nose. A barn full of old, wet, dirty, moldy couches. "Gross..." she said, wrinkling her nose.

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notgivingashit
2009-03-21 06:53 pm UTC (link)

George flipped Shannon the bird a couple more times, and then snorted. "Pot. Kettle." She muttered. She still followed her - intelligence had a way of overpowering rage for George these days, and the intelligent thing was to stay with the only other human being in that place so far.

George walked along slowly, tilting her head to the left when she saw what Shannon had probably already seen. A barn, and couches. And a smell.

"Aw!" She protested, covering her nose with her fingers. "What the fuck are a bunch of old couches doing in a barn?" Not that she knew much about farming, but something told her that couches did not belong in a barn at all.

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ballerinadreams
2009-03-21 07:13 pm UTC (link)

Shannon looked over at George only partially surprised that she'd decided to come along after all. "Your guess is as good as mine, sweetie," she said, looking back at the couches and making a face. "Oh, this is just stupid. A barn. Full of couches. What the fucking fuck...?!"

Frustration was taking over again. Shannon just wanted to get the hell out of here and she already had a pretty good idea that she wasn't going anywhere far anytime soon. "I'm gonna walk up the road and try to find someplace to get out of the rain. ...that doesn't smell like that," she complained. She looked over at George again. "Coming?"

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	notgivingashit 2009-03-21 07:45 pm UTC (link)
	George glared at Shannon as she called her sweetie. What type of bullshit was that, anyway? Not contented with being a bitch, now she was also condescending? George shrugged and started walking, all the while muttering. "No, I'm going to stay here and sit on one of these lovely couches waiting for you to come to my rescue." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ballerinadreams
2009-03-21 08:01 pm UTC (link)

Shannon rolled her eyes and went on walking beside George, saying nothing to her. Her own mind was turning over the recent events and wondering if, miraculously, Sayid was going to show up to take her back. Anything was better than this. Even Craphole Island.

"Whatever," she muttered, walking blindly ahead and ringing out her hair every few feet when it dripped water into her eyes. She stopped at the fork in the road and looked over at George. "I'm heading left," she announced, leaving the statement open for George to come along or go to the right. Either way, Shannon wasn't going to talk to her, so she kind of didn't care.

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notgivingashit
2009-03-21 08:19 pm UTC (link)

George made no further effort to try and be civil with Shannon either, she could care less if the other one talked to her or not. As the blond princess announced she was heading left, George nodded and grimaced. "Good luck." And headed right very slowly. At least now she could see where she was walking to, sort of, she didn't need company to make her feel a little more secure.

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ballerinadreams
2009-03-21 08:23 pm UTC (link)

Shannon looked over at George as the other girl headed to the right side of the fork. "You too," she said and actually found that she meant it; even the tone in her voice was a little sincere.

With a heavy sigh, Shannon started up the left side of the fork without looking back. She'd find her own way out. Or if there was a barn, maybe there was a cabin and someone would let her use a phone.

She'd just have to find out.

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