Parker drove past the gas station twice before finally pulling in, and when she does she does carefully, keeping an eye out for any signs of life
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If Parker's watching the floor, she'd see muddy footprints, grit and sand mixed in, crisscrossing the floor. They're fresher than other prints. The shoes are small, with zigzag patterns on the soles.
Bridgette heard someone come in. She grabbed her breakfast (M&Ms and Twizzlers), her shoes (she took them off and washed her feet in the toilet), and ran. She's learned enough to hide and wait to see who it is.
Bridgette she hides behind the counter. The cash register was ripped off - a few bills are still scattered on the ground.
A head of light blonde hair rises from behind the counter. Then a round forehead, thin eyebrows and wide azure blue eyes.
Oh, Parker saw the footprints, sure enough, but she thought they were a little older than they turned out to be. Even as she's eyeing the little girl with a calm, cool, collected appraisal, Parker's making a note to work on that.
"Hey," she says, accent delibrately allowed to thicken over the greeting as she pulls a hand from her pocket and gives the girl a small wave. "Didn't know there was anybody occupying the place."
...fuck, she took their gas. Parker is smart enough not to touch the knife strapped to her side, because that's just asking to have it taken away, but she's much more aware of it now.
Bridgette ducks! Because that will magically make Parker disappear.
There is silence - and Bridgette looks around and is filled with dread. She lost Marie. She must be back in the candy aisle.
Maybe she can keep this person away from Marie. (Like Ariel did for Bridgette.) That'll do, until she reaches a decision about this stranger one way or the other. (No dreams to tell her who's good and who isn't.)
"There is," Bridgette notes from behind the counter, like this was obvious and Parker is a dummy for not getting it.
Parker's no stranger to that tone (this girl can't be much older than Nate, but she won't consider that) and she shifts into a comfortable, wide legged stance as she slips her thumbs through her belt loops.
"Well, I can see that," she says, midly. The girl hasn't called for her folk yet, which is interesting in a whole lot of ways that make Parker want to sit them down and slap them across the face. "You running the place?"
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Bridgette heard someone come in. She grabbed her breakfast (M&Ms and Twizzlers), her shoes (she took them off and washed her feet in the toilet), and ran. She's learned enough to hide and wait to see who it is.
Bridgette she hides behind the counter. The cash register was ripped off - a few bills are still scattered on the ground.
A head of light blonde hair rises from behind the counter. Then a round forehead, thin eyebrows and wide azure blue eyes.
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"Hey," she says, accent delibrately allowed to thicken over the greeting as she pulls a hand from her pocket and gives the girl a small wave. "Didn't know there was anybody occupying the place."
...fuck, she took their gas. Parker is smart enough not to touch the knife strapped to her side, because that's just asking to have it taken away, but she's much more aware of it now.
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There is silence - and Bridgette looks around and is filled with dread. She lost Marie. She must be back in the candy aisle.
Maybe she can keep this person away from Marie. (Like Ariel did for Bridgette.) That'll do, until she reaches a decision about this stranger one way or the other. (No dreams to tell her who's good and who isn't.)
"There is," Bridgette notes from behind the counter, like this was obvious and Parker is a dummy for not getting it.
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"Well, I can see that," she says, midly. The girl hasn't called for her folk yet, which is interesting in a whole lot of ways that make Parker want to sit them down and slap them across the face. "You running the place?"
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