Who: Parker and Eliot What: Parker is wandering aimlessly and spots Eliot Where: The Booth/Buffy camp When: Right after Eliot gets to the camp Warnings: Eh, not really. Just sort of sad.
Everyone looked haggard, but Parker was especially so in her tattered and torn clothing clinging to her gaunt form. Sometimes it was painfully obvious that Parker wasn’t eating as well as the rest of the camp. It wasn’t for lack of food, but instead a sudden disinterest in food. She wasn’t really interested in anything, for that matter. She never even listened to the news via the com, anymore.
Parker currently found herself wandering within the safer areas of the camp, never uttering a word to those she passed. She gripped a glass of water in two hands, every now and then taking a sip.
Her eyes scanned the area more out of habit than curiosity and she wrinkled her eyebrows seeing a familiar head of hair. She paused, trying to figure out who it was. When she caught sight of the man’s face she let out a loud gasp and let her glass fall to the ground, the shards scattered all around her feet. It was Eliot.