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Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-06 00:05:00

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!complete, day 03, location: pharmacy/liquor store, shannon rutherford, shizuka domeki

Day Three - Daybreak
Who: Shizuka Domeki and Shannon Rutherford
Where: The Pharmacy
What: Looking for an inhaler and anything else that might provide useful
When: Sun up
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Complete

Between having frozen her ass off all night - hey, it had seemed like a good idea at the time to get so cold she'd never be able to sleep - and being under so much stress, by the time Sam woke up the following morning, rendering Shannon's shift complete, she could barely breathe at all. She croaked a hurried explanation to Sam as to where she was going and breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth as calmly as she could manage while writing to Domeki that she was leaving. She hoped he'd be awake.

The sunlight was a nice surprise and it felt amazing against her bare arms and shoulders. The tank top wasn't so bad in this weather. A little chillier than it had been on the Island, but she barely noticed because it felt infinitely warmer than she'd been feeling the past two days. Shannon took her time, keeping a slow pace and occassionally stopping entirely to gasp and wheeze after looking around to make sure no one could see or hear her. If she didn't find an inhaler in the pharmacy, she'd be so screwed at this point. Domeki would have to go fetch the Doctor or Martha or something, because she wouldn't be able to walk anymore by then. Panic would only put her into full blown attack mode and she'd probably be too close to passing out and crying to do anything for herself. She really, really hoped it didn't come down to that.

When she reached the thrift store, she was still alone and she frowned as she leaned against it, exhausted. It wasn't a hideously long walk, but it had felt like miles and miles. Hopefully he was up, around, and would show up in a few minutes. The sooner the better. ...and he'd better fucking keep the knowledge of her asthma to herself. Domeki would be the first person to learn Shannon's weakness, but he would also be one of the last. He and the Doctor had exclusive knowledge and the Doctor had already promised to keep it to himself. There'd be hell to pay if Domeki told, that was all Shannon knew. He'd be sorry, that was for sure. That was Shannon's biggest secret and she'd almost spilled it for the whole town to see. Stupid move, but she wouldn't make it again.

Shannon looked up the road and then down it again. If he wasn't there in another fifteen minutes or so, she'd leave without him and drop him a line to have him change course, complete with directions on how to do it. It wasn't like she was impatient (okay, she was, but that wasn't the problem this time); she just didn't know how long she could hold out before the panic started to set in and made things exponentially worse.

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throughyoureye
2009-04-07 11:33 pm UTC (link)

"Hm. There must be a way to stop that from happening," Domeki tipped his head back, as if the answer could be written in the form of the clouds overhead but, of course, there was nothing. He had obviously read of the kidnappings which had occurred during his first day in this place and he was naturally troubled that being isolated wasn't the only offense this place had to offer - no, there were odd experiments and happenings on top of the fact that they had been brought to this dimension against their own wills. Logic spoke that there should be some way to prevent further happenings in the vein of the kidnappings but - well, that was working with the assumption that the subjects were being taken by something mundane, something human. If they were being spirited away, in a literal sense, then it would likely take something else entirely to prevent another unfortunate happening.

The idea of forming watches at all of the occupied buildings was an obvious one but the question arose if that would be enough - if the one running this place had enough strength to pull scattered people from their scattered realms then it should be nothing to take them from even guarded buildings. The thought of this troubled him and Domeki frowned.

"Where you're staying, do you have someone to watch while you sleep?" The question was spoken idly, as if they were just passing polite conversation until they arrived at their destination and it certainly as if Domeki was offering his services - he was merely curious. "It's likely not a sure way to keep anything from happening but it's a step in the right direction at least."

"It's probably best to not go too far on your own," he agreed with a slight nod. The idea of there being a glass wall around the town fascinated him and Domeki found that he wanted to see it for himself. If it was made of reinforced natural material then the barrier would likely be too strong to topple but if it was made of something spiritual in nature -- well, he wouldn't place much hope in any answer just yet. "I would definitely like to see this wall for myself, though."

When Shannon stopped in her tracks, Domeki did much the same and, though watching her try to balance on one foot was a bit amusing he soon decided to hold out a hand to steady her elbow - if just to keep her from toppling over and gaining an easily avoidable injury. "We're on equal ground, then. You're only the third person here I've met in person--" That was discounting Watanuki, of course, but Domeki wasn't sure that his classmate counted in this case. "--and I couldn't guess what the others are planning. Still, at least we can entertain each other should things get too boring at the meeting."

Once they started to walk again, Domeki offered her a sidelong glance. He was attempting to gauge how drunk she was by how she was walking and, going by that, he thought that Shannon seemed pretty steady for someone who had drunk as much as she had. Not that he wouldn't be ready in case she started to get a case of the stumbles but he knew better than to be obvious about it.

"If you're going by what I did before, I'm afraid my life as a heroic poet will seem startlingly exciting," Domeki chuckled and shook his head. "I was a high school student." The part of his life spent driving away evil spirits from his fellow students and performing small tasks for an interdimensional witch was left unspoken but all of that seemed irrelevant besides. "Yourself? When not acting as a prime muse and deliverer of relief and assurance to others?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-08 12:23 am UTC (link)

For a moment, Shannon said nothing in response to Domeki's statement. Logically, yes, there must be. But, Shannon had gotten to the point at which she'd easily decided that logical was out of the question.

One minute she'd been running through the jungle after that stupid dog and the next, she'd woken up in the woods of this place in the rain. George's confusion and annoyance with Shannon's shouting notwithstanding, there had been little here that seemed normal, including the people she'd met.

Domeki, she supposed, was probably much an enigma. She couldn't get much of a read off him, either way. The first person she'd met after George had been the Doctor and she couldn't even begin to describe how weird he'd been; for someone who seemed to have woken up here just like she had, he was awfully chipper.

Then, there was Sam who, for all intents and purposes, she'd likened immediately to Jack Shephard, except he was huge and somehow had a knife. She hadn't remembered reading anything in the journals about knives, but she supposed in her own personal moment of panic and fear she could've missed it.

There were two women in the journals who had decided that they were going out into the forest to kill the wild animals by hand and if that wasn't weird enough, apparently at least one of them had succeeded in taking down not one, but two wolves.

Jay - shit, I forgot about him... - seemed more interested in being a perv than anything else and what the hell was up with that. Even Sawyer had his limits...

So, yes. As far as Shannon was concerned, logic was out of the question. "Sam said he didn't even remember falling asleep at all and he still woke up in the jungle tied to some girl named Luna," Shannon replied finally. It didn't make her feel any better to say it out loud, but she was still holding to hope that Sam had been, at some point, so tired that he just hadn't realized he'd passed out. She clung to that idea and had no intention of letting it go unless it was negated before her very eyes.

At Domeki's question of whether she had someone to watch while she slept, Shannon lifted an eyebrow briefly at him, wondering if that was his way of offering to be that person, should she need it. "Sort of," she decided on. "I mean, Sam is staying with me, but..." her voice trailed off and she cleared her throat before sighing and continuing in a lowered voice. "I'm not sure I trust him. I want to...but there's just something about him that makes me really uneasy and I can't put my finger on it," she admitted. "Also our little secret," she added quickly. "It might just be because of something someone said in the journals, but I don't know. I just..." she paused and shrugged. "I don't know."

Nodding in agreement with the sentiment, Shannon gave Domeki a weak smile. "After hearing about the kidnappings? Please. You couldn't pay me to go out alone in the woods or anywhere after dark," she replied. "But yeah, it's there. You can't see through it very well...it's kind of...like when you try to look through someone's glasses that are way too thick or too strong a prescription, you know? How it gets, like, blurry? It's like that. And I looked up, but it's so tall I couldn't see the top through the trees."

That last admission didn't make Shannon feel any better, either, but there it was. "Oh, you know what, I'm totally lying, I've met more than the three I was thinking of - you excluded," she said, giving him an apologetic smile. "I forgot about Jay. There was George - I woke up in the woods near her - and then the Doctor, then Jay, then Sam, then you," she went on. "So, by my last count there was...I think fourteen of us? Something like that. That's counting some guy named Dean who hasn't written in the journals and the Doctor said he woke up with but hasn't seen since. Sam thinks maybe it's his brother, but who knows," she went on.

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ballerinadreams
2009-04-08 12:24 am UTC (link)

"Oh, and..." Shannon started to say something else, but the thought left her as soon as she started. Letting out a soft giggle and shaking her head, Shannon looked back up at the sky. "Wow, I totally forgot what I was gonna say, never mind. If it's important, it'll come back to me. That's what Boone always used to say," she rambled. "Never thought I'd miss his stupid face..."

She looked back at Domeki again when he answered her question and she smirked. "So you're still just a puppy, huh? Well, for a high school kid, you're pretty damn cool," she said flippantly.

When he asked the question in reciprocation, she laughed. "I think the only one of those things that's accurate is the muse bit, but uh...once upon a time I was ballerina. And then I was a ballet teacher...an au pair...a wife...a mistress..." she paused and looked out in front of her blindly, a pensive and somewhat sad look on her face. "I never did anything worthwhile. I was always just kind of...there."

"C'mon Shannon. We're trying to clear some of the wreckage. You should help out. You're just being worthless over here."

"I'm being what?"

"What do you want me to say? You're sitting on your ass staring at bodies."

"I've just been through a trauma, here, okay?"

"We've all been through a trauma. The only difference is that since the crash you've actually given yourself a pedicure!"

Shannon sobered only slightly and long enough to take another drink. She didn't look back at Domeki as she twisted the cap back on and tucked the bottle under her arm again. "I was a waste of space," she said in a hollow voice.

The tip of the church came into sight just over the hill in the far distance. At some point, they must've started going uphill when she wasn't paying attention. Shannon pointed. "There," she said softly.

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