its the frustrated gruff and groan that leads Liz out of the stop n' go with haste. she can hear it over the news report on the gas station tv and even over the customer loitering; she was forever grateful to her heighten hearing. the paper bag in her arms is clenched tighter to her chest as she rounds the concrete building. she'd left calanthe in the car, it was safer that way -- not for her but for the humans they were having to navigate through. she can feel the hairs on the back of her neck raise as she focus' on the midnight blue beetle parked near the back. " no! " is the first thing that can leave her lips as she rushes forward, black eyes wide as she slips between calanthe and ice machine stationed nearby. " hey! hey! we cant beat the shit out of a machine, its not our property! " pale brows are arched high, " they'll call the cops and we'll be banned for like all of eternity and then some! "

her  cigarette  is  discarded  with  a  forceful  flick  of  her  fingers,  the  agitation  in  her  body  slowly  accumulating  to  the  point  that  her  dark  eyes  are  bright  despite  their  color. "  he  said  what  to  you?  "  the  question  isn't  hostile  at  sawyer,  in  fact  its  incredulous  as  if  her  ears  cant  quite  grasp  what  had  been  uttered  out  of  the  others  lips. the  show  had  been  perfect,  the  fans  and  atmosphere  astronomical  and  beyond  what  could  have  been  hoped  for. liz  had  made  a  point  to  venture  back  here  near  the  bus  to  let  her  friend  know  this,  and  possibly  score  a  ride  to  her  motel  so  they  could  drink  and  watch  shitty  reality  tv. she'd  stumbled  upon  a  guy  --  one  she'd  seen  skirting  around  all  night  with  a  clip  board,  and  the  way  his  lips  moved  set  the  blondes  nerves  on  edge. "  let  me  get  this  straight;  so  no  name  twiggy  fuck  just  tried  to  reprimand  you  for  doing  a  kick  ass  job?  oh  --  let  me  go  find  him. "  her  words  are  followed  by  actions,  tall  frame  turning  on  her  heel  as  he  eyes  seek  out  his  face. she'd  never  forget  it  --  he  looked  like  a  fucking  weasel  and  a  goblin  had  fucked. 

the  silence  is  heavy  and  wide,  it  brushes  against  the  walls  and  forces  itself  into  tight  spaces  like  the  one  they  share  now. her  shoulder  rests  against  the  door  frame,  pale  brows  drawn  down  on  her  face  as  she  watches  quietly. there  is  something  to  be  said  about  people  who  work  hard  --  who  evade  a  system  that  is  so  precisely  built  it  shouldn't  be  avoidable,  but  they  do. elizabeth  yearned  to  be  one. but  something  in  her  name  or  the  way  her  tongue  rolled  across  every  word  in  her  mouth  made  it  nearly  impossible. illusions  did  not  suit  her  like  spotlights  did;  and  while  she  wished  to  fight  such  notions  --  reality  was  settling  in  fast. "  i  know  you  can  fix  this. "  her  remark  is  soft  and  tired  as  she  draws  closer  into  the  room,  lithe  frame  coming  to  sit  in  the  high  back  chair  catty  corner  of  the  desk. "  i  only  want  to  know  how?  "

 her  boots  crunch  against  the  dried  grass,  the  gun  in  her  hand  resting  easily  against  her  palm. its  pitiful  --  that  weapons  become  better  friends  than  the  humans  that  loiter  through  the  commonwealth. they  don't  judge,  they  don't  speak,  and  they  only  do  as  you  ask  ;  its  poetic  in  a  righteously  cynical  way. diamond  city  was  in  the  background  now,  a  distant  memory  as  elizabeth  had  pushed  forward. aiming  for  bunker  hill  this  was  going  to  be  a  long  ass  journey,  but  it  wasn't  like  she  was  new  to  the  solo  life. avoiding  death  around  every  corner  and  skirting  by  on  some  viral  infection  or  mutation  had  become  a  new  game;  what  will  kill  me  today  and  possibly  maim  me  tomorrow  had  taken  on  a  comical  effect  in  her  eyes. her  thoughts  only  partially  occupy  her  focus  --  the  rest  completely  trained  on  her  surroundings  as  she  pushes  forward,  its  only  when  she  hears  humming  does  she  slow  her  gait. shoulder  pressing  into  the  dying  tree  at  her  side  before  she  peers  around  it,  brows  drawing  down  on  her  face. who  the  hell  was  out  here?

 cotton  candy  flies  from  her  mouth  in  a  sputtering  notion,  the  confection  treat  flies  away  on  the  wind. her  nose  scrunches  in  disgust  as  she  runs  the  back  of  her  hand  across  her  mouth,  the  remaining  treat  extended  to  the  other. "  that's  gonna  be  a  no  for  me,  sorry  i  just  --  the  texture  is  ugh. "  she  remarks  the  shudder  coursing  through  her  enough  to  make  her  shake  her  head. black  eyes  focus  on  the  crowd  around  them  that  mills  by  slowly,  the  dock  is  nearly  empty  and  the  sun  hasn't  even  fully  set. people  were  waiting  for  the  dark  to  steal  the  heat  away. fingers  rub  hastily  against  the  brown  napkin  she  holds,  stuffing  the  material  into  her  jeans  pocket. "  okay  first  rule  of  business,  we've  got  to  figure  out  who  would've  been  at  the  cove  to  see  you. "  pale  brows  arch  as  she  looks  to  aniela  seriously,  "  i'm  really  counting  on  your  memory  here,  because  if  we  cant  find  'em  then  we're  done  for. you'll  be  tomorrows  headline. "

tiny  sneakers  tap  against  the  stage  floor,  several  children  rehearsing  the  middle  chorus  for  the  musical  rachel  had  worked  on. black  eyes  behind  razor  shades  watch  with  a  keen  eye,  lips  tugged  into  a  wide  grin  as  she  looks  to  the  her. "  babes,  i  don't  know  what  else  needs  to  be  done. set  is  ready,  the  costumes  have  been  tailored  --  now  all  we  need  is  a  little  gumption  from  the  cast. "  her  nose  scrunches  as  she  notices  the  flannel  on  the  others  person,  pale  eyebrows  raising  as  she  smirks. "  i  see  you've  been  busy  huh?  "  the  joke  is  light  hearted  as  her  attention  is  captured  by  the  lagging  tempo  on  the  right  side,  megaphone  is  brought  to  her  lips  from  her  position  in  the  bleachers. "  right  side  pick  it  up  please!  if  you're  gonna  do  it,  do  it  with  everything  you've  got!  "  the  machine  is  flicked  off  for  the  sake  of  conversation,  that  wide  spread  smirk  returning  as  she  nods  at  the  other. "  y'know  that  shirt  you're  sporting  looks  oddly  familiar,  like  its  supposed  to  be  on  a  set  of  wide  shoulders. "

 fingers  flutter  as  she  waves  her  hands  in  the  air,  the  mattress  beneath  her  squeaking  as  she  bounces  from  bare  foot  to  bare  foot. "  oh  my  god!  gen  wake  the  fuck  up!  wake  up!  "  she's  too  excited  to  properly  shake  the  other,  her  pale  brows  drawn  into  focus  as  she  listens  to  the  radio  on  the  dresser. with  a  huff  so  heavy  it  could  knock  sail  boats  back  she  drops  to  her  knees,  bouncing  once  as  the  bed  shakes. a  palm  comes  to  shake  at  the  others  back  before  finally  delivering  a  smack  to  gen's  left  ass  cheek. "  genevieve  o'hara  wake  your  cute  ass  up!  "  a  squeal  is  released  from  her  lips  as  the  announcer  on  the  radio  continues  to  speak,  finally  their  names  are  called  out  and  liz  cant  stand  it  anymore. "  we  won!  gen  we  fuckin'  won!  all  expense  paid  trip  baby!  "