EP 0.5 - "Luck" - (Open)
Feb 7, 2012 18:36:02 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2012 18:36:02 GMT -5
(( So it's been a long time since I've forum rp'd << I apologize for any jumpy..ness. This seemed like a good place to take off for her. And of course, it's open! ))
3…
.............3.25
…3.75
3.77....
She had three dollars and seventy seven cents… wait. She pulled off her shoe, turning it over on the table. There weren't enough people in the small diner to give her weird looks, and even if they did she wasn't sure she'd care. The penny bounced onto the table top, going to join it's circle of penny friends. Penny friends… the penny was better off than she was. Three dollars and seventy eight cents, then. That was hardly enough for a gallon of gas, let alone any type of decent meal.
Coffee will be fine. I've sustained myself on coffee plenty of times. I can do this. I. Can. Do this.
But as she stared down at the little cup between her hands she was growing painfully aware… that home brewed burnt coffee from ye ol' diner probably didn't even have half the calories as anything that came out of Starbucks. It tasted bitter, even with packs of cream and sugar. Part of her was thankful for it-- something about burnt coffee after a night sleeping on a steering wheel was refreshing.
Ignoring the public setting, she slipped off her other shoe to cross her legs under herself. Despite the circumstances, this was the clearest her mind has felt for months. Months since she started digging. But she didn't regret it-- whether from stubborn pride or strong belief, she didn't regret it.
Which is a good thing, I guess. No turning back now.
She doubted she was being eyed so closely. She was the lowest on the totem pole within the Pentagon community; a worker bee. But above all else, she was well aware of how she appeared in her line of work. She was still a kid. They may monitor her for a maximum of four months. So all I have to do is act scared and lie low…
Her nerves settled, she raised the coffee cup to her lips. She wasn't about to stop digging. So now she needed to decide her next steps. The town wasn't very large, and in truth from her diner seat by the window she probably already had a view of everything. She was going to be here a while… she needed to look around, get familiar with the area, and most importantly find a place to set up base.
She skipped to her car as she pulled on her shoes, stuffing her three seventy eight in her pocket as she climbed in the driver's side, and she drove. The housing sections popped up sporadically in sections of desert here and there, some consisting of no more than twenty houses. The rent seemed cheaper and cheaper the further away from town the homes got, and the farther apart from each other. Trailers. Trailers weren't bad. I might be able to affor--
Spinning. The scenery shot by in a blur in front of her window. And it was about that time she realized the sudden BOOM was her tire. She grabbed the wheel, and turned, holding on for her life. Dust was filtering into her car.
"Shhhhiii… shhhoot! Holy fff--Mary Mother of God."
She stumbled into the side-road shrubs, choking through the cloud of settling dust. Under the hood smoke was rising long after the clay-brown settled. "Figlio di a canna!" Heavy driving on hot roads didn't make for happy tires.
This was not something her $3.78 could fix.
The sun wasn't even at high noon yet and she was sweating. So what now? No car. Slip-on TOMS. $3.78. Hands on her hips, she faced Jasper, parts of it still visible over the barren horizon. She's survived worse… with less… Counting her blessings, she locked her car, turned, and started hoofing it.
At least she brought fresh underwear.
3…
.............3.25
…3.75
3.77....
She had three dollars and seventy seven cents… wait. She pulled off her shoe, turning it over on the table. There weren't enough people in the small diner to give her weird looks, and even if they did she wasn't sure she'd care. The penny bounced onto the table top, going to join it's circle of penny friends. Penny friends… the penny was better off than she was. Three dollars and seventy eight cents, then. That was hardly enough for a gallon of gas, let alone any type of decent meal.
Coffee will be fine. I've sustained myself on coffee plenty of times. I can do this. I. Can. Do this.
But as she stared down at the little cup between her hands she was growing painfully aware… that home brewed burnt coffee from ye ol' diner probably didn't even have half the calories as anything that came out of Starbucks. It tasted bitter, even with packs of cream and sugar. Part of her was thankful for it-- something about burnt coffee after a night sleeping on a steering wheel was refreshing.
Ignoring the public setting, she slipped off her other shoe to cross her legs under herself. Despite the circumstances, this was the clearest her mind has felt for months. Months since she started digging. But she didn't regret it-- whether from stubborn pride or strong belief, she didn't regret it.
Which is a good thing, I guess. No turning back now.
She doubted she was being eyed so closely. She was the lowest on the totem pole within the Pentagon community; a worker bee. But above all else, she was well aware of how she appeared in her line of work. She was still a kid. They may monitor her for a maximum of four months. So all I have to do is act scared and lie low…
Her nerves settled, she raised the coffee cup to her lips. She wasn't about to stop digging. So now she needed to decide her next steps. The town wasn't very large, and in truth from her diner seat by the window she probably already had a view of everything. She was going to be here a while… she needed to look around, get familiar with the area, and most importantly find a place to set up base.
She skipped to her car as she pulled on her shoes, stuffing her three seventy eight in her pocket as she climbed in the driver's side, and she drove. The housing sections popped up sporadically in sections of desert here and there, some consisting of no more than twenty houses. The rent seemed cheaper and cheaper the further away from town the homes got, and the farther apart from each other. Trailers. Trailers weren't bad. I might be able to affor--
Spinning. The scenery shot by in a blur in front of her window. And it was about that time she realized the sudden BOOM was her tire. She grabbed the wheel, and turned, holding on for her life. Dust was filtering into her car.
"Shhhhiii… shhhoot! Holy fff--Mary Mother of God."
She stumbled into the side-road shrubs, choking through the cloud of settling dust. Under the hood smoke was rising long after the clay-brown settled. "Figlio di a canna!" Heavy driving on hot roads didn't make for happy tires.
This was not something her $3.78 could fix.
The sun wasn't even at high noon yet and she was sweating. So what now? No car. Slip-on TOMS. $3.78. Hands on her hips, she faced Jasper, parts of it still visible over the barren horizon. She's survived worse… with less… Counting her blessings, she locked her car, turned, and started hoofing it.
At least she brought fresh underwear.