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After casting her vote for her father, Veronica opts for walking in the rain the gods clearly intended for her to walk in. Dramatic, but Veronica’s walk is clearly one of shame and needs all the dramatics it can get. Instead of opting for an umbrella-or simply waiting for it to subside-she walks in the middle of the pathway, making sure she can feel every drop of rain that descends from the grey sky. After all, it’s the least she could do after she ruined her father’s chance for being re-elected as sheriff. Getting pissed off and running on red-hot anger did more damage than sitting down with a lawyer, it seems, and considering she’s Veronica Mars, shit-storm creator extraordinaire, she doesn’t operate otherwise. Can’t operate otherwise. She’s a bull; she sees red and her reaction is instantaneous. It’s the way she’s been wired.
If she ruined his chances-and, really, there should be no if in this statement, because everything Veronica touches and does is a definite-then Veronica isn’t quite sure how she’s going to live with herself. Just as their lives are falling back into place, she has to go and screw it all up.
So when the sidewalk of Neptune underneath her feet suddenly changes to grass, Veronica’s pace slows down and a frown mars her features. While muttering a “What the-?” Veronica shifts her gaze from the grass beneath her feet to the buildings and lack of familiarity that surrounds her. She stops, stumped. “Mars, it appears we’re not in the solar system anymore.”
Veronica finds herself smack-dab in the middle of a park-Chicago’s one and only Grant Park. As worry gnaws at her nerves, Veronica is fiddling through her handbag for her phone ... with no luck finding it. Seriously, the gods must be having a field day with this.
If she ruined his chances-and, really, there should be no if in this statement, because everything Veronica touches and does is a definite-then Veronica isn’t quite sure how she’s going to live with herself. Just as their lives are falling back into place, she has to go and screw it all up.
So when the sidewalk of Neptune underneath her feet suddenly changes to grass, Veronica’s pace slows down and a frown mars her features. While muttering a “What the-?” Veronica shifts her gaze from the grass beneath her feet to the buildings and lack of familiarity that surrounds her. She stops, stumped. “Mars, it appears we’re not in the solar system anymore.”
Veronica finds herself smack-dab in the middle of a park-Chicago’s one and only Grant Park. As worry gnaws at her nerves, Veronica is fiddling through her handbag for her phone ... with no luck finding it. Seriously, the gods must be having a field day with this.