RPGia 1x1

So, if anyone randomly wants to plot things or do anything, lemme know?

Seriously, this is shitty.

My sister and my brother’s gf seriously had to bundle up like the kid in A Christmas Story to walk roughly half a mile to a mile to work, even though they are both waitresses and will honestly not make anywhere near enough money to even wipe their asses with today.

My brother, who also will be walking because we all work on the same road, has work at 2pm, to work at a cigar shop. Cause who doesn’t like to get a nice cigar in the middle of a blizzard. That makes a ton of sense.

Did I mention that right now, 10am, the snow is already thigh high and it won’t be letting up in the next few hours. This shit will be most likely going into Sunday morning.

Theoretically, I have work at 4pm... but my bosses are nice enough people that I hope to christ they see reason and don’t make me walk through waist high snow to sit in an empty restaurant for four hours, only to hike back home, uphill, through a blizzard, in the dark.

When he had begun to speak, Jen had been keeping her eyes on the people in the camp around them, watching people milling back and forth between campfires and tents. It made her feel a bit badly, since this was perhaps one of the nicest groups she’d come across and soon she would have to start hunting for the demon that was on it’s way to destroy them. As Luke finishes speaking, Jen slices her head to the left and frowns at him for a moment.

“You don’t know who you are or you don’t know who we are?” she asked, brow puckered in concern at what he could mean. She didn’t give him a chance to answer and instead turned to walk towards their borrowed tent for the night and began to answer her own questions. “Because, from where I stand, you’re a soldier. And a damn good one. You’re God’s special snowflake and a good man all wrapped up one, which kinda sucks but it’s also an advantage most people don’t have… and both sides of you are strong enough to handle it.” she says, and if she’s wrong about exactly what he is, she thinks that’s the best way her mind can wrap around it, so she hopes he won’t mind.

Reaching the tent, she crouches down and then falls to sit on the dead grass and dirt. Glancing up at him, he only raises an eyebrow and she knows he’s waiting for her to continue, though now she regrets opening herself up to speak about anything. “As for us… we’re… like partners or something.” Jen said, raking a hand through her hair before rooting through her bag for two cans of food. “We work well together, and we both are on the same page with things. I trust you more than anyone, ever.” she says and it bothers her how true that is. She trusts him more than Duncan, and maybe that is a side effect of the world now, or of the feelings she won’t voice. Glancing up at Luke, the left edges of her mouth pull up in a slight smirk. “You make sure I don’t bleed out, and I make sure you remember to eat.” she says, tossing him a can, making a small joke because although that statement was probably more true than either of them would be comfortable admitting seriously, the fact was they could survive without each other. Jen just didn’t want to do that if it could be helped. Patting the ground beside her. “C’mon, man. Let’s talk strategy for a while and revisit the existentialism later.”

The words were said quietly, but with a sense of surety that twisted her stomach and made her clench her jaw to keep the nausea at bay. Tessa knew that there wasn’t an argument to be made. Lydia came and went as she pleased, always seeming a little more detached than everyone else. She didn’t come back with sad stories or trouble, in fact over the years they had known each other, it seemed that Lydia’s arrival always coincided with a deep feeling of relief, of believing that when she was here they all stood a better chance at surviving. Maybe that stemmed from Gettysburg, or maybe it was just something about the way the woman smiled, Tessa had never bothered to figure it out.

Looking around her living room she felt like this was the wrong place to hear those words. Her three children were out with Thomas and everyone else was working. Their little slice of safety was barely a shadow of what the world had been before, but it was home and, for her, it helped her feel like the rest of the world was saved too. But that wasn’t true, and that was obvious from Lydia’s departure. “When you say you don’t intend to come back… is it because you’re going to be busy or because you’re going to-” an unexpected lump in Tessa’s throat made her stop and look away. Perhaps the tiny brunette should have been more comfortable with the idea of people dying, but it wasn’t something she could ever truly be at peace with. Lydia didn’t respond, she just smiled, the lines around her eyes becoming more pronounced and she opened her arms up. Tessa moved forward and hugged her tightly, feeling like she was back in time, like this was only the beginning.

They didn’t say ‘I love you’. Tessa couldn’t speak for fear that it would just become a sob. She stood back and forced a smile, giving the woman a nod, which was the only way she could think to say she understood, even though she understood nothing. Lydia turned and walked out the front door, and true to her word, it was the last time Tessa ever saw her friend.