ten :: journal/action

[i_got_this]

[It's been a rough month for South, between the cat incident, an intense conversation with Carolina, and then everyone around her going insane and Washington threatening to kill her, slowly and painfully, because of the virus.]

[Suffice it to say, she sounds a bit subdued when she cracks the journal open.]

So, I think I've had enough of this place for one month. I'm going to head out to one of the outposts, haven't decided which, just ... just need to get away for a while.

Catch me if you need me today, I'll be heading out in a couple hours. Otherwise, use the journal. No guarantees I'll respond.

Filtered to Carolina

I know this is probably not ... I mean, I'm not expecting much, but, you think those Spartans could let me borrow a mongoose? Just to take me to an outpost.


[She'll be up in her room packing, and then wandering through the lobby and across the grounds. Feel free to catch her at any of those places!]

Comments

[i_got_this]

At this point I'll take my chances.

If by 'prepared' you mean a couple bottles of hard liquor and an assortment of six-packs, then we agree. I did have to pack less underwear, but I think I'll manage.

[onlyanapple]

Is there any other type of preparing than that?

So, where are we going to have this final sendoff drinking blitz?

[i_got_this]

Not really.

Let's meet at the Lux, do it in style. [Meaning she'll be there in her traveling clothes with a largish duffel bag.]

[onlyanapple]

Sounds like fun. I'll be right there~

[Right there being about an hour later because screw you all he does what he wants]

[i_got_this]

[And screw you she wasn't waiting. There's already one empty beer bottle and she's halfway through another when he shows up.]

[Flatly,] Yeah, no rush.

[onlyanapple]

[He offers her a smirk, sitting beside her]

I never rush anywhere, the world still keeps turning regardless, not much point in running and knackering yourself out.

[He'll be ordering a wine and looking at that pack] So, you're really going.

[i_got_this]

[She glances up at him, twisting her bottle around.]

What, did you think I was joking?

[onlyanapple]

Maybe. It's often quite a lot of big talk for most people.

[He'll sip his wine and give her a look]

It'll start snowing soon, you know.

[i_got_this]

Yeah well I'm not most people. [She shrugs and takes a drink, then gives a chuckle.]

Don't worry, Dad, I packed a couple sweaters.

[onlyanapple]

Oi now, there's no need for that. Just making a point because I'm sure someone will bitch about it if you get hypothermia out there, and I can't be bothered listening to the whining.

[Plus he'd care because you're kind of a friend, but not admitting that, nope]

[i_got_this]

Yeah, I don't think you'd have to worry about that. Well, maybe from York. [Emoing South is Emoing. It doesn't occur to her that there are probably others that wouldn't want to see her gone.]

[onlyanapple]

[He arches a brow, giving her a pointed look]

That bad, hmm? You probably need more alcohol. [Waving the bartender over. Alcohol fixes everything]

[i_got_this]

Of course I need more alcohol. But, I also need to be able to drive to the outpost, so most of the alcohol is going t have to wait until I get there.

[Which means this second noe is her last one]

[onlyanapple]

[He rolls his eyes a little]

Well, that's just being responsible.

[i_got_this]

I promised York I wouldn't crash it.

And hey, my team is finally starting to give a shit about me, so I don't want to mess that up. [She's hunching in on herself at the convession and shooting him a glance warning not to push it.]

[onlyanapple]

[Oh. York. MOVING ON FROM THAT SUBJECT]

I see. Things are finally looking up in Camp South, hmmm? [This is about as close as he gets to not pushing it]

[i_got_this]

Yeah, I got an actual fire pit and we're making fucking s'mores.

Okay, well ... right up until everyone went insane and ... I got shot at. Again.

[onlyanapple]

Are they delicious s'mores or are they the sticky disappointing sort?

Ah. Nothing kills a mood like being shot at.

[i_got_this]

Knowing my life the sticky disappointing burnt sort.

[She takes a drink.]

Absolute mood-killer.

[onlyanapple]

Ah, such a shame. You can always soak them in vodka. That'd make them better.

[He chuckles]

I can think of a few worse things.

[i_got_this]

Heh, I'll definitely have to try that.

Yeah, really? Like what? [Her life is pain, Crowley, how dare you suggest otherwise!]

[onlyanapple]

[He gives her a level look]

I've been to the pits of Hell, South. Seen the entirety of human history in all it's most gruesome times. You want me to tell you? Really?

[i_got_this]

[South sets her beer down and lays her arms ont he table, resting her cheek on them and heaving a sigh.]

Okay, fine, whatever. You win the 'my life sucks more' aware. Happy?

[onlyanapple]

Oh yes, I'm very happy with my crappy award.

Drink your alcohol.

[i_got_this]

You should be.

[She obliges, because that's why they're here.] So don't try to burn the place down or anything while I'm gone, tempting as I'm sure it is.