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

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Entry tags:!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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[info]throughyoureye
2009-04-08 01:11 pm UTC (link)
"Not really that odd if he did fall asleep," Domeki shook his head slightly. He naturally couldn't read or trace her thoughts - for all of his insight and observational skills, he was nowhere near psychic or anything even close to it - but he could see that Shannon was quickly becoming agitated. It worried him a bit that she was so easily given to turning her thoughts against someone but, then again, he could understand how this situation lent itself to mistrust and uncertainty. "He was likely every bit as tired as you and the stress of being in this place can add to that weight. It's quite possible that, as you said, he just fell asleep without noticing."

The mention of a knife did cause Domeki to raise eyebrows but it was more for the curiosity of where weapons could be found over any suspicion of what this Sam might be doing with one. "A reward for staying alive in the woods?" He repeated a touch doubtfully. There was something just a touch fishy sounding about that but it could also explain how someone who had awakened bound to someone else had managed to return alive, if injured. Would someone running a place such as this allow for a knife to be introduced into society? It was possible...

"For now, it might be best not to act on your thoughts," Domeki shook his head slightly. It was hard for him to imagine Shannon confronting this Sam about any of this, at least in the current situation, but it might not hurt to see if answers could be gotten at the meeting. "Though if it should come up at the meeting later..."

"The clock tower," was his response to her question as to where he had spent the night. It had been one of the first buildings which he had stumbled upon after leaving the forest and it seemed secure enough to pass. Now that the night was over, though, he wasn't necessarily bound to return. "Though I don't know if I'm going to go back there tonight."

A slight shrug was his initial response to her question about going to the church but that wasn't entirely honest; Domeki knew that he felt that he should go - almost as if he were obligated because he had given his word. In a normal situation, he never really felt that if he wanted to eat then he should have part in making the food but here it felt awkward to stake a claim on a limited amount of meat if he didn't do something to help prepare it. "I'll probably go but there's no reason for you to feel that you have to."

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-08 01:59 pm UTC (link)
Shannon gave Domeki a sidelong glance when he sounded so completely unrattled by the fact that maybe Sam really hadn't been sleeping at all, that maybe, in fact - although she hadn't said it out loud - Sam was a part of the whole thing. Fine, let him be unprepared; she'd be ready if Sam turned on her and she had re-hidden the two-by-four when he'd gone to sleep the previous night, so she'd be ready. A knife definitely trumped a chunk of wood, but she'd fucking go down swinging if that was how it was gonna be, that was for sure. "I guess," she muttered, not really wanting to fight with Domeki about it. There was no way he could understand how justified she felt her paranoia was, so there was no point in trying to get him to.

"Yeah, that's what he said," Shannon replied, giving Domeki a significant look. "I mean, whatever, but I didn't remember hearing anyone else that got dragged out saying that they had been given a knife, so...that strikes me as pretty effing weird," she added.

Domeki said he'd been sleeping in the clocktower but that he wasn't sure he'd go back tonight. Curiosity beat out her own brain to mouth filter and before Shannon could stop herself, she asked, "well, where are you gonna go...?" She was being a hypocrite. The only person she'd told where she was staying had been Sam and then, just a few minutes ago in passing, Domeki. Maybe he didn't want anyone to know where he was; who was she to ask? But, she made no apology for doing so, nor did she backpedal. If he wanted to answer, he would and if he didn't, he wouldn't. No big deal, either way, she supposed.

Her brow furrowed when he said that he'd still be going. "Oh, right, so they can think I'm just a useless sack of shit while you go in there with your heroic poet self and show them you're not? Yeah. That'll happen," she grumbled. Fine, if he was going to the church, so was she, but she wouldn't like it and she'd make it fast. Show them how to do it, cook herself a hunk and make it To-Go. Shannon took another drink when he didn't take the bottle but then tucked it back under her arm. Clearly, he wasn't going to join her. Good. Great. After the stupid wolves and the stupid meeting, she could lock Sam and the rest of the world out of the museum and drink alone. It wouldn't be a new thing for her anyway. Maybe it was better that way.

"I really hope they have a fire, because if they think I can wiggle my nose or cross my arms and bob my head and the meat will be cooked, they've got another thing coming and I'm sick of making fires," Shannon said, more to herself, really, than to Domeki. "Just because I know how doesn't mean I actually like to," she added, looking over at him. "Why are you so calm? Does nothing bother you...? I don't get it."

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[info]throughyoureye
2009-04-08 03:24 pm UTC (link)
"Did Sam say how he was able to return from the woods?" Domeki asked after a moment's thought. It never did occur to him that there was a chance that this Sam was a spy sent amongst them but, then again, he hadn't as much experience with the man in question as Shannon did; he would rely on her impression, for the moment, but it was too early yet to set anything in stone. "His having the knife might have something to do with that - he had to have found a way to break the ropes if he was able to return, right?"

"I hadn't thought about it," he shrugged slightly in response to her question as to where he was going to spend the night. Again, it never occurred to him that he should try to keep his own whereabouts a secret - there didn't seem to be much point when there were only so many places that any of them could stay. "I suppose I could go back to the thrift store." Even if that was where Watanuki seemed to be staying and Domeki wasn't entirely sure about sharing a roof with the other - though, on the other hand, it would make keeping an eye on Watanuki somewhat easier. "Probably, I'll end up deciding at the last minute."

"Do you think they'd judge you that easily?" He asked mildly. There was no judgment - no hint of approval or disapproval at her decision to come along with him. Honestly, he could understand why anyone would be wary of taking part in the process and, though he didn't yet know any of the people who would be there, he couldn't imagine that they would look down on anyone for declining to help. Or, if they did choose to jump to judgment for something so small - well, it told more about them than it did anyone else. "They might already have a fire built so it might just be a case of putting the meat to cook and waiting for it to be done."

"Hm?" Domeki glanced curiously at Shannon due to her latter questions but he soon shrugged easily. The most honest answer to why he was always so calm was that it was just in his nature to be calm - he rarely, if ever, saw much point in getting worked up and emotional over most things. "It's just the way I am. Getting worked up doesn't seem like it would really help anything, most of the time."

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-09 01:36 am UTC (link)
Shaking her head, Shannon looked over at Domeki almost apologetically. "It never occurred to me to ask since other people seemed to get out okay. Or rather, alive," she said, thinking of all the talk of being mauled that Andy and Martha had done in their journals, so to speak. Really, Andy had said it, but Martha hadn't disagreed and they'd both said they were with one another, so Shannon easily assumed. From the sounds of things, she thought, maybe those two had gotten the worst of it. Sam looked as though he'd come out of it pretty much unscathed. His shirt seemed to have taken a beating, but... "And he looked like he was in pretty good shape to me, so who knows," she added.

She did not also add that as she'd eased in and out of trusting Sam the whole previous night, she hadn't missed that he had, in a manner of speaking, looked like he was literally in pretty good shape. While she thought Sam's size and build might be beneficial to share to those who didn't know him in person, she was also afraid that having taken notice when Sam was male and she was female would simply be taken as Shannon having checked him out; that no one would take her seriously. But, as far as Shannon was concerned, Sam was built and if he was bad news...that made him very bad news.

Domeki's response earned a simple nod from Shannon. To her, his answer meant that he was, in his own way, protecting the identity of his planned whereabouts. She didn't say as much, but she personally thought it was pretty smart of him to keep his mouth shut. She didn't say as much, because she was doing the same thing and thus rendering him intelligent for doing so would be tooting her own horn, so to speak. While Shannon didn't mind doing that, exactly, she somehow thought doing that here and out loud would be in poor judgment.

Frowning slightly, Shannon shrugged when Domeki asked if she thought the others would judge her so easily. "It wouldn't be anything new if they did," she replied, because she had no way of knowing whether this new group of people would treat her the way the other Oceanic survivors had. She'd like to think not, because she'd given herself a fresh start here.

The Oceanic survivors saw a spoiled rich girl who refused to eat chocolate bars to sustain because they'd make her fat and who spent more time tanning than helping out. Jay had been the only one to see that she'd purposefully skipped over the candy for the granola and diet bars, but he hadn't said anything about it then and she didn't think he cared enough to say anything later. And anyway, she'd still eaten them, which was the important part.

In any case, she hoped that the difference in attitude here than on the Island would at least buy her a buffer zone, but considering their situation she somehow thought it wouldn't. "I really hope so," Shannon replied in reference to the suggestion that perhaps they had already built the fire. Because they're shit out of luck otherwise; I'm not doing it. I'll take my share and use my torch back in the museum and fuck 'em, was thought but left unsaid.

As the two drew nearer to the church, Shannon held the bottle out in front of her, surveying its current contents. Between the two of them, they hadn't even managed to down half of it. "Pathetic," she chastised, mostly to herself. "This should be almost gone by now..."

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[info]throughyoureye
2009-04-09 12:28 pm UTC (link)
"Hm, there must have been a trick to it," Domeki mused quietly. Idly, he pulled his hands from his pockets so that he could cross his arms over his chest and his head tipped back so as to watch the almost invisible progress of the sun across the sky. He still wasn't entirely convinced that Sam had managed to survive his ordeal and keep his knife through ulterior means - but Domeki did have to admit, albeit silently, that it would be a bit suspect if Sam had managed to be the only one to return with a weapon. Perhaps, once he arrived at the church and while they waited for the meet to cook, he could make an attempt to see how easy it might be to find a weapon in this place. "Though if everyone returned in one piece, I suppose it doesn't really matter."

That last comment felt a bit fake and forced, even to Domeki, and he frowned slightly. He did feel that the safety of the people thrown into this place was important - but so was coming to understand the rules of survival. If this Sam knew of, or even followed, other rules, then it would be useful to know the extent of it.

He raised his eyebrows in response to her comment about apparently being easily judged previously, but he supposed it wasn't all that bizarre - there weer many people out there who needed only very little to view another in a less than stellar light. "It is the first time with this particular group; it's hard to say what they might be like." Domeki commented in an almost off-hand fashion, shrugging slightly. The realization that Shannon had met a few of the people who would likely be there before did strike him but she didn't seem to really have many doubts about them - aside from that Sam fellow. Still, he felt confident enough in the fact that all would go smoothly that he just nodded to her hope that the crew at the church would already have things under way by the time they arrived.

"Save it," Domeki replied as he nodded to the half full bottle. In other times, he knew that he likely would have emptied the majority of the bottle on his own but, at the moment, he felt it better to have a rational mind about him. "If the meeting later gets boring, we can finish the rest of it."

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-11 10:20 pm UTC (link)
Looking back at Domeki, Shannon raised her eyebrows slightly. She couldn't decide whether Domeki was agreeing or disagreeing with her theory. Maybe, she thought, he was always so reticent about his opinions, choosing to be just cryptic enough to keep a person from knowing what exactly he was thinking, but so as not to make himself suspicious in any way.

If that was how he was, while it'd take a lot of getting used to - and a little self-preservation, because that was the way Locke had been - Shannon supposed she could deal with that. "I suppose," she murmured in agreement, however half-hearted. Yeah, she was glad that people got back alive and, for the most part, in good shape, but it still felt a little off.

"Yeah, I guess," she replied almost non-commitally. "I know you're right, but I'm at the point where I've heard the same things for so long, I kind of started believing them. And, well, if I do, why shouldn't they?" she asked, shrugging. It wasn't like her to share so much, but the pleasant buzz and his laid back and almost disinterested demeanor made it easier. In fact, it almost made her want to share more.

Shrugging slightly, Shannon tucked the bottle back under her arm as they drew nearer still to the church. At least he was suggesting they drain it later should they feel the need arising and Shannon was already banking on feeling the need arising. Hell, it already had.

She stood outside the church at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at it with the sort of annoyance that came with knowing that a task was going to be daunting. "Oh, I have no doubt the meeting's gonna be boring," she replied, giving him a sidelong glance. "Ready when you are, my heroic poet," she added in a resigned voice as she gestured vaguely with her free hand.

"Oh, and can you do me a big favor? Can you put these in your pocket? I don't want anyone to see 'em," she added, holding out her handful of inhalers to him.

With a half-hearted smile, Shannon looked back at the church, giving Domeki a sidelong glance. "Mmm, wolf meat," she said in a dull voice, sarcasm all but dripping from it. She'd take a small piece for herself, if only so the others wouldn't think she was weird, but it'd probably be as tough and tasteless as the boar had been back on the Island. Maybe more so because the animals were even smaller than the boar.

She already knew it wouldn't sit well in her stomach after having lived on mainly passion fruit and rain water on the Island (it wasn't like the alcohol and Slim Fast bars were sitting very well, after all, and neither of them had hunks of fat attached to them). So, she'd eat it...but she wasn't looking forward to it. Her voice continued in the same sarcastic monotone. "Can't wait."

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[info]throughyoureye
2009-04-12 12:33 am UTC (link)
Domeki paused upon reaching the bottommost step of the stairs leading into the church but he seemed to be in no great hurry to actually enter the building. Rather, he seemed more than content enough to stand with his arms crossed and with his weight carefully leaned back upon the not entirely steady seeming handrail. He gave a moment's thoughts to his companion's lingering doubt as to Sam's motives in having and keeping the stray knife but he couldn't come to anything concrete enough to yet state a final opinion - for now, he'd give the other the benefit of the doubt and, in his own time, Domeki would look into how difficult it would be to find a weapon, if one didn't come naturally through the staged experiments.

"Why do you believe them?" He asked in a way that casual, almost off-hand. His voice and his manner demanded no answer - he wouldn't blame her if Shannon told him to piss off with his intrusive questions - but it was obvious that he'd listen if she decided to answer him. "If you think that what you believe of yourself can shape what others believe, then why give them that side of yourself? It sounds like you could choose to have them judge you as something else entirely, should you be so disposed."

Not that Domeki felt he had much right to say how Shannon could or even should present herself - more, it just seemed that the woman needed someone to point out that she didn't have to be seen in a dark light by everyone around her and Domeki was ever good at pointing out that sort of thing, often to the irritation of others.

"Mm," he nodded to her request that he hold onto her inhalers. These were quickly deposited into the pockets of his jeans and, surveying how lumpy the new additions made his hips appear, he made a mental note to be careful not to do anything which might damage them. "Just remind me to give them back to you once all of this is over."

"It could be worse," Domeki responded to her clear enthusiasm for the wolf meat with a faint grin. Righting himself from his leaning position, he started up the steps and, coming to the door, he held this open for her. "If that idiot, Watanuki, is going to help with the cooking, then it might even taste decent. For everything else, he does manage to cook pretty well."

It likely didn't sound it but, from Domeki, that was fairly high praise. It did have to be phrased in a way that wasn't entirely complimentary to Watanuki, of course, and it did go mostly unsaid that Domeki likely wouldn't bother with the wolf meat if his classmate weren't the one cooking it - but the words were sincere such as they were.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-12 10:33 pm UTC (link)
Domeki didn't seem to be in a hurry to enter the building, choosing instead to lean casually back against the railing. Shannon did the same, on the opposite side of the stairs, and took the opportunity to have another drink. "Why? Because," she replied, shrugging and capping the bottle again, leaning down and settling it against the stairs in the sparse grass. "Why shouldn't I? There's one of me and a lot of 'them,' Domeki," she added.

While the rest of his statement, theoretically, made sense, Shannon still shook her head at him. "Because it isn't there," she insisted, narrowing her eyes slightly. "That's why. Because it's not there. I am a useless waste of space. No amount of pretending will change that."

Shannon had gotten to a point where she had started believing so much that she was worthless that even the things she did that could be considered helpful or clever, she somehow found a way to pass the credit off to someone else. The census, her idea, had since become Sam's idea as far as she was concerned. The torches were reflexive; Sayid had taught her how. Back home, she'd done the same thing. Shannon saw herself as nothing more than just another person who was trying not to get in the way of any sort of progress.

"Never mind," she said, shaking her head and waving a dismissive hand. He wouldn't understand. Domeki seemed the type, to Shannon, to look for the good in people. Shannon might not have much of that, but she had enough to fool a stranger; she somehow thought it'd be a waste of time trying to change his mind. She gave him, instead, a small grateful smile when he tucked the inhalers into his pocket and she nodded. "Oh, don't worry, I won't forget," she said quickly.

"Yeah, you're right," she agreed. "It could be boar." It was only half-joking when she said it, but she smiled in spite of herself. Her eyebrows arched and she smirked at his other remark. "So you two don't get along then, I take it?" she asked lightly. Shannon couldn't help thinking to herself that it might actually be nice to watch other people bicker amongst themselves the way everyone had watched she and Boone on the Island before he died. Less attention on her; more attention on them. Good.

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[info]throughyoureye
2009-04-13 03:55 pm UTC (link)
Domeki voiced no further opinion on Shannon's true value of self. He merely listened as she did what she could to convince him that she really was as shallow and useless as she tried to present and he made no move to argue or to even present ideas as to why she should attempt to convince their new neighbors that she was worth their time and their regard. He had come to the realization that words were cheap in this sort of situation and, though there were others who would chase their tails endlessly in an attempt to convince Shannon, he would allow her to come to her conclusion in her own frame of time - there wasn't much that he could do otherwise.

So, Domeki merely nodded to her quick dismissal of the topic and he allowed it to fall by the wayside - as far as he was concerned, it needn't ever be brought up again.

"Boar?" He repeated with a small laugh. "I've never tried boar. I take it that I wasn't missing anything, though."

"We always end up fighting, whenever we're together," Domeki nodded in answer to her question but it was a slightly hesitant gesture. The truth of the matter wasn't necessarily that Watanuki and himself didn't get along due to hatred between them - more, it was just that they seemed to take an equal pleasure in torment. "I'm sure you'll see what I mean, if he manages to make it to the gym."

And, if he didn't, then it was just as likely that Domeki would leave early so that he could figure out where Watanuki had gotten held up. The scenery and the situation might have changed from the familiar, but that certainly didn't mean that he would slack in his duty of keeping Watanuki from getting into trouble.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-13 08:14 pm UTC (link)
Part of Shannon expected Domeki to argue with her and when he didn't, she almost wasn't sure how to take it. It was nice not to have to go on about it, but it was also unexpected and usually Shannon could read men like a book. Or, she liked to think so.

"Yeah, well maybe it's good in a restaurant," Shannon replied airily. "But it's tough and gross cooked over a fire on an island in the middle of nowhere," she clarified.

Shifting herself and crossing her arms over her chest, Shannon listened to his response about her question concerning his relationship with Watanuki. She nodded. "I know how it is," she replied. "Sibling rivalry without the blood relation? I'm practically an expert," she added with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

Looking away from Domeki and up at the church door, Shannon sighed. "Should we go get this over with, then? I think honestly I'm just gonna tell 'em how to do it and call it a day. Tell 'em I'm not feeling well or whatever," she replied with a bit of a shrug. "I'm not feeling super social and it's bad enough I have to go to that dumb meeting just because I said I would. There's not much I can do here other than get in the way or do it for them and the former sounds more like my natural way, so..." she let her voice trail off and took a step up one stair.

"The sooner I get in and get out of here," she added, jabbing a thumb toward the door, "the sooner I can get in and get out of that meeting and then find something else to do with my time. Like get drunk." She gave him a slight smirk then. Holding out an arm, she raised an eyebrow. "So shall we, my heroic poet extraordinaire?"

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[info]throughyoureye
2009-04-13 10:46 pm UTC (link)
"I think having it in the wild is the only situation in which I've ever heard of anyone actually eating boar meat," Domeki agreed with a slight nod. It was entirely possible that boar was considered a culinary treat in other regions or other dimensions but such was quite far outside his usual range of experience. "I believe I'll take your word on it being tough and gross, though."

"It's...something like that," he nodded to her describing his relationship with Watanuki as a sibling rivalry without the blood relation. It seemed as good a way to put it as any and it stood up as well as Kunogi's belief that the constant bickering was little more than a comedy act. "He'd probably call it something entirely different if you asked him, though."

"Mm, might as well," Domeki agreed, following her glance up to the church door. He wasn't quite as wary of the meeting as Shannon appeared to be but that could well be simply because all he had to do was to figure out how to help in skinning a creature which he'd never seen up close and personal before now. "It shouldn't be too hard to duck out whenever you're ready; I imagine that things will get a bit confused once everyone shows up to claim the food and I doubt that they'll notice a missing face or two."

"Now that you mention it, spending the evening learning about these new drinks might be pleasant," Domeki grinned slightly as he took her proffered arm. His grip light, he moved up the rest of the steps toward the door. "After you, muse."

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-13 11:21 pm UTC (link)
Shannon laughed and gave a facial shrug. "Well, I don't know," she replied. "Could be a delicacy somewhere for all I know," she added by way of explanation. "You definitely should take my word for it, though, and save yourself the sore jaw and upset stomach."

Canting her head slightly, Shannon raised an eyebrow. She wasn't quite sure she understood what exactly he meant. But, she didn't want to pry, considering he'd been nice enough not to pry a single time in their conversation. She figured it was only fair to extend the same courtesy to Domeki that he had extended to her.

Domeki said he didn't think it would be too hard to duck out whenever she felt like it and Shannon hoped that he was right. She gave him a small smile, nodding. "Good point," she agreed. It had always been a practical feeding frenzy when Locke had killed a boar, so she supposed this wouldn't be much different. Everyone here must be hungry, too, especially those that may not have found the crappy provisions in the gas station.

Wrinkling her nose and catching her bottom lip between her teeth as she smiled back at Domeki as he took her arm, Shannon raised her eyebrows again. "New drinks, huh? We'll have to go back and get more...this stuff is just always my fall back, but there's tons more flavored liquor. Stick with me, young grasshopper, and you will be a pro in chick drinks in no time," she joked.

With a deep breath, Shannon looked back at the church. "Onward, I suppose," she said as she walked beside him, arm in arm until she needed to break free to open the door. "Here goes nothing."

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[info]throughyoureye
2009-04-14 02:35 am UTC (link)
"Chick drinks?" Domeki repeated somewhat blankly. His eyebrows raised in curiosity and the corner of his lips perked upward just slightly. He got the strong impression that this was another case of cultural differences and he thought that he could understand the general gist of what she meant - but that wouldn't stop him from asking her to clarify. Then again, the woman with whom he habitually drank often chose to drink alcohol that was equally as strong - or even stronger - than what he tended to choose so maybe he was a bit off-base in his thoughts.

A slight shake of his head scattered his thoughts and Domeki stepped lightly into the gym - only to find it utterly abandoned. This oddity caused him to slowly blink and he shook his head - they shouldn't be early, given that they had to make a side trip to the pharmacy, but he had assumed that there would be at least a few others present by now. "We must be a bit early."

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-14 03:25 am UTC (link)
"Yeah, you know, like...girlie drinks," Shannon clarified. "Stuff that's flavored so it doesn't bite so hard. Like Cuddy's with the mint flavor or, like, apple-flavored vodka, or peach schnapps," she went on. "Stuff like that."

When the two of them walked into the church, only to find it empty, Shannon frowned, her brow furrowing slightly with confusion. "Okay, what the fuck?" she muttered. "Can I see your journal again?" she asked, holding her hand out.

Once he'd given it to her, she thumbed through the pages until she found and flipped back and forth between both Martha and the Doctor's entries. "Son of a bitch," she sighed. "That's tonight. Like, dinner time," she replied, giving him the journal again. She'd misread the first time and had given Domeki the wrong time. "Great, so now I have to wait even friggen longer to get hammered," she grumbled almost sadly as her arm dropped away from his and back to her side dejectedly.

Although... "Til then, y'think we should head over to the stupid meeting?" She certainly hoped he meant it when he said they could drink away their probably inevitable boredom at the carnival, because whether he was planning on it, Shannon was. It would just be better if she wasn't the only lush, was all.

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[info]throughyoureye
2009-04-14 02:55 pm UTC (link)
Domeki frowned slightly when Shannon announced that they were a few long hours early for the wolf cooking party but it wasn't hard to see how times could become confused - between the amount of information in the journals and the vague aspect of telling time by the position of the sun, it was easy for information to become garbled.

Still, he did nod to her suggestion that they head over to the community meeting instead. "We might as well head over," he agreed slowly. "Though, if you can find your way, maybe I can run back to the pharmacy quickly - if we're going to be there a while, we might need more than that one bottle."

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-14 03:14 pm UTC (link)
Shannon nodded. "Oh yeah, I can find my way, but you'll be able to find yours?" she asked. "I could go with you...or maybe there'll be some alcohol in the gas station across the street from there? Some gas stations have alcohol. Probably only beer though..." she said.

Mulling it over momentarily, Shannon shrugged. "Actually, you know what? I'll walk a little ways with you and then when you head down to the pharmacy, I'll go back to my place and grab my own journal and meet you back at the carnival. Sound good?" she asked.

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[info]throughyoureye
2009-04-14 03:42 pm UTC (link)
Shannon did have a good point. Domeki didn't yet know the location of various landmarks well enough to find his own way very easily but he supposed that a little wandering around wouldn't really hurt anything - it wasn't as if the town were large enough to get completely lost. Still, he did nod to her latter suggestion that they walk together a little bit of the way then part so they could run individual errands.

"Sounds very good," he nodded his agreement, then quirked an eyebrow. "Any requests for what I should bring?"

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-14 03:47 pm UTC (link)
Making her way back out of the church and down the stairs to the dirt road, Shannon pursed her lips in thought. "Um...see if you can find some Smirnoff flavored vodkas; those are all pretty good. I hate the apple one, though, so just not that one," she laughed.

"Oh, you know what? Cheryl drew the map in the journals, so if you just flip the pages around until you find it, it's actually pretty accurate," she added.

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[info]throughyoureye
2009-04-14 03:53 pm UTC (link)
"Flavored vodkas," Domeki nodded his approval for the suggestion. He couldn't recall ever trying anything like that and if they were as good as the mint one which Shannon had chosen earlier - well, the meeting might end up being more pleasant than he had initially thought. "No apple but anything else is fair game."

He made his quick way down the stairs and back to the street and, at her suggestion, he again pulled the journal from his pocket. A quick rustle of pages brought him to the sketched map and he nodded. "Great. That'll be just perfect."

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-14 04:02 pm UTC (link)
"Exactly," Shannon agreed with a small smile as the two of them walked down the road and Domeki leafed through his journal looking for Cheryl's map. She was glad for the fact that Domeki, at least, seemed interested in still drinking. She sure as hell was.

When they came as far as Shannon could go without having to backtrack to find her way toward the carnival. "All right, I'll see you soon?" she asked, raising her eyebrows slightly.

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[info]throughyoureye
2009-04-14 04:16 pm UTC (link)
Domeki easily found their current position on the map and, glancing up from his journal, he offered Shannon a nod. "I'll get to the carnival as soon as I can."

He turned to walk away, offering her a slight wave over his shoulder.

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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-04-14 04:35 pm UTC (link)
Shannon gave Domeki a small smile and matched his slight wave. "Thank you," she said. "You know, again. For coming with me to the pharmacy. I'll see you at the carnival," she confirmed before heading off her own way.

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