Weddings Bells are Gonna Ring
This London thing is such bullshit. Rachel isn't sure who hates it more, she or Raylan, but thank God they're both cranky. She's not sure she could fake liking it for a month. Danny loves it. He's puffed up like a little rooster and she's trying not to ruin it for him. The thing is, Rachel has been to London. Real London has electricity and flush toilets and hot showers and food trucks. Not that she'd really been allowed to eat at a food truck, but still. Fake, old London has coal dust and corsets. Oh, yeah, the clothes thing. She tugs restlessly at the laces crisscrossing her heavy dress. They'd found someone to show her how to let everything out to accommodate her belly but still, it's ridiculous. She tries not to venture too far without Raylan or Danny as she's quickly grown convinced she's going to topple over in the slick snow and squish the baby, but she's got to get out. As far as she can tell, the compound is still about the same distance away from their new place and there's bound to be food there. Hopefully no weird, boiled meat food. She tries not to let the creepy voices and distant, scattering people weird her out too much and pushes her way inside. Damn, they should really move in here until this is all over. This place is nice.
"Alright kid," she murmurs, gracelessly pushing her hair back and wriggling until her dress is comfortable again. "If the food is weird, don't take it out on me."
She spares a glance at the notice board and only out of the corner of her eye catches what looks like her name. "What the hell?" she sighs, assuming Danny put something up to screw with her and reads the certificate. The marriage certificate. She reads it again and again until her eyesight blurs with horrified, confused tears. It can't be. It can't be,
Rachel Virginia Gatina and Daniel Scott. Wed exactly seven months after she arrived here. Jesus Christ what is she doing back home? What the hell has happened? Why isn't he still in jail? She's not that girl anymore, she's can't be but here's proof that she's still a fuck up and that she's going to go home to this, someday.
She tears at the certificate, only to find another underneath. And another and another until they're raining down around her.
[ooc: Open to all! She's just found her marriage certificate from home.]
"Alright kid," she murmurs, gracelessly pushing her hair back and wriggling until her dress is comfortable again. "If the food is weird, don't take it out on me."
She spares a glance at the notice board and only out of the corner of her eye catches what looks like her name. "What the hell?" she sighs, assuming Danny put something up to screw with her and reads the certificate. The marriage certificate. She reads it again and again until her eyesight blurs with horrified, confused tears. It can't be. It can't be,
Rachel Virginia Gatina and Daniel Scott. Wed exactly seven months after she arrived here. Jesus Christ what is she doing back home? What the hell has happened? Why isn't he still in jail? She's not that girl anymore, she's can't be but here's proof that she's still a fuck up and that she's going to go home to this, someday.
She tears at the certificate, only to find another underneath. And another and another until they're raining down around her.
[ooc: Open to all! She's just found her marriage certificate from home.]