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maskormenacelogs2017-11-05 10:29 am
littlemissfutility) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-11-05 10:29 am
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[closed] and you been whipped by the forces that are inside you
WHO: Beth Greene, Daryl Dixon
WHERE: Nonah
WHEN: Early November
WHAT: Zombie apocalypse family reunion
WARNINGS: Sad motherfuckers and probably talk of death.
The first time Beth sees a vest with a pair of wings stitched onto the back, her breath stops.
The second time, she demands an explanation.
It doesn't seem real or possible, but they show her the calendar, and there's no way of denying it: that's Daryl scowling at the camera, a pair of wings unfurling from his shoulder blades. They ought to be some kind of computer trick--they still have those here, along with the electricity and water and air conditioning--but they look real. Impossible and undeniable all at once, not unlike the thin little line under the bracelets on her wrist, the one she spent an evening shaping into a heart.
She spends an afternoon relearning to use the internet and tracking him in ways he never taught her. It's easier than she expects--all she has to do, once she's gotten his agent's phone number, is call and ask for a meeting with their Bow-Man Hunting spokesman. When she mentions she's a new imPort who sings, one who's supposed to be working in commercials, they're all over the idea. It's weird, how much weight the word "imPort" carries; she doesn't even have to mention that she knows Daryl already.
It's only when she's arriving at the agency and getting shown to a meeting room that she wonders if they told Daryl who he was meeting. As far as the agent's concerned, she's just some random imPort--maybe that's all they told him. Or maybe he does know, and he's prepared. God, she hopes so.
Only one way to find out. Taking a deep breath, she goes into the room. She doesn't look too different from home: too much hair in a messy ponytail, jeans, a slouchy blouse. Just cleaner and a little more hopeful, and now with a pale blue scarf bunched up around her neck. The ragged-edged circle under her jaw isn't something she wants anybody to see, least of all Daryl.
WHERE: Nonah
WHEN: Early November
WHAT: Zombie apocalypse family reunion
WARNINGS: Sad motherfuckers and probably talk of death.
The first time Beth sees a vest with a pair of wings stitched onto the back, her breath stops.
The second time, she demands an explanation.
It doesn't seem real or possible, but they show her the calendar, and there's no way of denying it: that's Daryl scowling at the camera, a pair of wings unfurling from his shoulder blades. They ought to be some kind of computer trick--they still have those here, along with the electricity and water and air conditioning--but they look real. Impossible and undeniable all at once, not unlike the thin little line under the bracelets on her wrist, the one she spent an evening shaping into a heart.
She spends an afternoon relearning to use the internet and tracking him in ways he never taught her. It's easier than she expects--all she has to do, once she's gotten his agent's phone number, is call and ask for a meeting with their Bow-Man Hunting spokesman. When she mentions she's a new imPort who sings, one who's supposed to be working in commercials, they're all over the idea. It's weird, how much weight the word "imPort" carries; she doesn't even have to mention that she knows Daryl already.
It's only when she's arriving at the agency and getting shown to a meeting room that she wonders if they told Daryl who he was meeting. As far as the agent's concerned, she's just some random imPort--maybe that's all they told him. Or maybe he does know, and he's prepared. God, she hopes so.
Only one way to find out. Taking a deep breath, she goes into the room. She doesn't look too different from home: too much hair in a messy ponytail, jeans, a slouchy blouse. Just cleaner and a little more hopeful, and now with a pale blue scarf bunched up around her neck. The ragged-edged circle under her jaw isn't something she wants anybody to see, least of all Daryl.