Who: Krissy and Allison What: Excursion to see the Nemeton Where: Starting off at the prison, then the Nemeton When: Today Warnings: Will update when/if necessary. Note: if the link for the tattoo doesn't work, I apologize. Blame my phone, but I'll try to get one uploaded properly tonight if that's the case.
Krissy's shoulder was sore. Very sore, actually, but she didn't mind it because she knew that her skin was still healing after the tattoo session with Bev. The pain was even welcome because of it, because it was a sort of self satisfaction at knowing that her tattoo was there. On her, permanently. Something that was hers and hers alone.
Well, not really alone. Krissy hadn't wanted a tattoo to be rebellious, or to prove how badass she was. She didn't do it to bring attention to herself, or just because she was bored. The decision had been carefully weighed out, and the design had been thought about for probably far longer than normal. She had wanted it to be perfect, though. Her tattoo was supposed to be symbolic, because in this fucked up world they all lived in, sometimes that was all you had. She had turned sixteen just a few weeks ago, and while she hadn't been expecting or wanting anything to celebrate it, she had wanted the tattoo to represent that she wasn't a little girl anymore. Not that she had ever felt like one, anyway, but still. Krissy didn't need a sweet sixteen birthday party, or a car. She had wanted a mark on her body to commemorate that accomplishment, because how many times had she almost died just in the last few months? How many times just recently had she questioned if she should even be alive in general, when so many other people - good people - died?
The tattoo wasn't just for her. While listening to her iPod in one of the many nights she wondered why in the hell Vera had been killed, Blackbird by The Beatles had come on and she listened to it for days. Literally. She remembered Vera, and she remembered her parents, and in the confines of an empty cell block she cried her eyes out where no one could see or hear her while she wondered why they had been taken and she had to stay behind. How was that fair? Her mother, she could barely remember her sometimes but she knew she hadn't deserved to die. Neither did her father, who would be a much better asset to the world than she was. He had been a great hunter, whereas Krissy could hardly seem to keep herself out of trouble, and it just wasn't fair. And Vera... Vera shouldn't have been taken. Dick should have never killed her. Krissy had tried so damn hard to bargain with him, had tried to run out to exchange places with her because if he wanted a fifteen year old girl he could take her instead, but he had refused. Krissy, according to Dick, was a monster. She was a monster, but that was the reason why Krissy hadn't wanted Vera to die. That was why it was so unfair. Vera was so good, and she shouldn't have been taken. She shouldn't have been killed.
No matter how unfair it was, though, they were gone. Gone and never coming back, and as the guilt and the anger began to subside as the days passed, Krissy hoped that they were okay. That they weren't hurting anymore, because the thought alone made her heart hurt. Krissy didn't have the faith that some people had in a higher being, but she still found herself praying that they were okay wherever they were. They had lived in a world that had made them hurt so much, and they didn't deserve to hurt anymore. They deserved to be free, just like the blackbird in the song. Krissy still doubted sometimes why she continued to exist, and why others died while she stayed behind like some sort of permanent stain that you couldn't erase away, but her new family reminded her why she should stay even if they didn't know it. Will, Abigail, Alana, Lydia, the Cowboys, the Winchesters, her friends who were now her family... They didn't have to like her, or even keep her in their life, yet they did. It meant more to her than she would ever be able to find the words to express it, and the song became for them as well. They weren't free from the world or the pain that came along with it, but they were together. They were a family, and that was what mattered. That was why her tattoo was a flock of birds rather than just three birds flying away. Bev had helped her and both she and Abigail had seemed to understood why she did what she did. Why the tattoo was so important, and even if her shoulder was sore now because of it, she gladly welcomed it if it meant having that symbol of her loved ones permanently on her shoulder.
Allison may not know it, but she was one of the little birds on that tattoo. Not that she had been able to get a bird for each of her friends, but still. Allison was part of her little family of friends, and that was one of the reasons why she had invited her to get out of the prison for a little while. Krissy had been on the verge of another mental breakdown when she had learned that another friend had died, but then she was back, and Krissy didn't care how it happened or what the Nemeton would bring. It was selfish, probably, but she didn't care if it meant her friend being alive. Initially she had wanted to give her space, but she couldn't wait any longer and was just damn glad that she had accepted. It didn't scare her at all to go to the Nemeton, or what they could find because of it; Krissy and Allison were hunters and daughters of hunters. If anything came up, they would take care of it.
As Allison walked up to meet up with her at the gate, Krissy offered a smile and secured her backpack strap over her good shoulder while she carried her shotgun in her hand. Allison had said that she thought she wouldn't want to go anywhere with her because she was the 'weird dead girl,' but Krissy didn't see her like that at all. She was her friend, who was very much alive, and that who she was extremely glad to see. If Allison wanted to talk, Krissy was happy to do it, but if she didn't, then Krissy understood that as well. She would follow her lead in that - she was just happy that they got a chance to do this at all.