i'm a rover can you love me anyway [open]

May 30, 2007 20:04

It's 9AM on Wednesday; do you know where your local teenmommy is?

Deety has been getting herself situated in a fairly nice twostory in Hell, and this morning she is...mowing the lawn. She found an ipod, once belonging to someone in the house, and...doesn't totally hate the music on it (although some of it is just crap, okay, who the hell listens ( Read more... )

pulldbyherskirt, naturalsurvivor, in town

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solaexcineribus May 30 2007, 08:44:31 UTC
Claire is out enjoying the delicious...yes, delicious sunshine! It's a lot colder in Wisconsin than Texas, all right, she's missed warm weather. And since it's a really bad idea to go anywhere at night, she always seems to end up getting out of bed early. Anyway, she wanders past DEETY'S house, not quite able to restrain an amused grin as she hears the singing. She'd say hi, but she's not sure Deety would be able to hear her.

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pulldbyherskirt May 30 2007, 08:48:32 UTC
Oh, she pretty much totally wouldn't hear Claire at all--but she can't be facing Sirja during this whole lawnmowing endeavor, so she does see Claire walking along what she's decided is 'her' street. It's not like there's anyone else on it, she can futz through with whatevers.

She plucks the earbuds out and leans against the push mower. "Hi there," she drawls.

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solaexcineribus May 30 2007, 20:04:32 UTC
"Hi," Claire drawls right back, her grin shifting to something a little bit more polite. She notes Sirja in the background and realizes that's the second baby she's seen out here in the past few weeks. That's a good sign, right? Although she really hopes there are no more zombie attacks, because...well, that would be difficult. To say the least.

"Whatcha listening to?" She gestures at the iPod.

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pulldbyherskirt May 30 2007, 23:01:42 UTC
'Difficult' is definitely a word for it. Deety...is hoping not to have to try and balance 'fighting for her life' with 'keeping Sirja safe' -- so far, she's been fucking lucky. She knows this.

"Cherry Bomb, just now. Song was kind of an anthem for me and my girls, back when." You know, back before. Before the superflu. "I'm Deety. You been around here long, sugarbean?"

Her eyes keep darting back to Sirja. Unsurprisingly.

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