Officer Carla Rinaldi (theutf) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-06-09 10:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | carla rinaldi, charlie bradbury |
Who: Carla and Charlie
What: some flirting
When: Tonight
Where: The Prison
Warnings: Nah
It hadn't taken Officer Carla Rinaldi long to settle into the prison. Unlike Billy she had been all too happy to get rid of her UTF uniform. She had worn it on the road for the Kevlar and because people were less likely to fuck with an authority figure. It didn't always work, especially when they saw that the cop was actually a twenty three year old girl. But Carla had an air about her, a hardness that just screamed cop. She didn't need to wear the actual uniform to seem like an authority figure. It was why Officer Landry had thought Carla was so much older. Not because she looked older but because Carla had the withering gaze and knew the right questions to ask and how to ask them and she wasn't afraid to make demands either. She had been trained by the LAPD and she was damn good at her job.
It was nice to finally settle down in a place even if it was ironic as hell that it happened to be a prison, basically the last place Carla ever expected to find herself. She had easily taken her place among the raiders and on her days off she filled in on sentry. Shooting was really her strong suit so she was probably a better fit for sentry anyway. Her hand to hand skills in combat were nothing special although she could hold her own. But Carla liked the thrill of raiding, of stretching her legs, going somewhere else and finding supplies. It made her feel more useful than taking shots at zombies from the sentry towers.
Which was exactly what she had been doing lately. It made her feel useful to help in some way while she waited patiently for her turn to take a raiding trip at the beginning of the next month. Just sitting around and waiting for a couple weeks would drive her crazy if she had nothing to do and you sure as hell wouldn't catch her washing anyone's socks or stirring spam up in the kitchen.
The view from the prison wasn't half bad either. The place was crawling with attractive women. Carla had steered way clear of Kennedy. The two of them had their little fling on the road and that had been fun but Kennedy wasn't over her ex at the time. Some bitch named Willow had messed her up pretty bad. She wasn't going to jump back on that any time ever. Not after the way they had left things when Kennedy had just up and disappeared without a word. Carla had been blown off by girls before but never like that.
Then there was Charlie. She wasn't Carla's typical type. Carla usually went more for the Kennedy and Emily Fields types. Girls whose sexuality was overtly confident in a way that Carla would probably never be. But Charlie was all bashful innocence with an absolute genius hiding behind that cherubic mask. It was the genius that interested Carla and so she timed her coffee break to match Charlie's for the last few days. It wasn't like Carla was looking for a relationship, they were in a fucking zombie apocalypse after all. But having a nice soft girl to curl up next to every night didn't sound half bad either.