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glencolareef2023-06-19 04:32 pm
desperate_times_right) wrote in glencolareef2023-06-19 04:32 pm
Log | Day 11 | Morning
WHO: Chloe Frazer, Taissa Turner, The Cat
WHAT: Finally awake enough for a conversation
WHEN: Day 11 Morning/Day
WHERE: Rust’s old camp at III.S.26
WARNINGS: Blood and injury description
NOTES: So, guess who stepped in a bear trap after I made this post? Oops.
It’s kind of a weird feeling, Chloe decides, to have walked all that distance and still wake up in the exact same spot twice. At least after a full night’s rest, she's actually capable of even that level of analysis. She hadn't minded the suggestion that she sleep at the mouth of their little shelter last night - even though they have to sleep close in the small space and she hates having someone at her back -seeing as Chloe is the one with the best weapons. It's convenient now anyway, since she can roll away and stand (though her sore knee nearly buckles, shit) to poke around at last night’s fire without having to worry about waking the other woman. A little optimistic perhaps, but maybe Taissa has food.
She sits, pulls a small bronze Ganesh figure from her bag and balances him on her good knee, contemplative. This fire isn't half bad. Chloe wonders whether that plane crash stuff was true. It’s kind of wild story, but also the least crazy thing she's heard since she woke up here.
WHAT: Finally awake enough for a conversation
WHEN: Day 11 Morning/Day
WHERE: Rust’s old camp at III.S.26
WARNINGS: Blood and injury description
NOTES: So, guess who stepped in a bear trap after I made this post? Oops.
It’s kind of a weird feeling, Chloe decides, to have walked all that distance and still wake up in the exact same spot twice. At least after a full night’s rest, she's actually capable of even that level of analysis. She hadn't minded the suggestion that she sleep at the mouth of their little shelter last night - even though they have to sleep close in the small space and she hates having someone at her back -seeing as Chloe is the one with the best weapons. It's convenient now anyway, since she can roll away and stand (though her sore knee nearly buckles, shit) to poke around at last night’s fire without having to worry about waking the other woman. A little optimistic perhaps, but maybe Taissa has food.
She sits, pulls a small bronze Ganesh figure from her bag and balances him on her good knee, contemplative. This fire isn't half bad. Chloe wonders whether that plane crash stuff was true. It’s kind of wild story, but also the least crazy thing she's heard since she woke up here.