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Dec 22, 2010 22:40

It was one of those late nights Rochelle couldn't sleep, a few days before Christmas. Her tiny, cheap little apartment was decorated with cheap little holiday decorations. There were multi-colored christmas lights running along the lines of the windows, those festive tin cookie jars, yada yada. It was nothing too gaudy and nothing too expensive ( Read more... )

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candyasss December 23 2010, 09:10:12 UTC

Nick had been out quite awhile tonight, looking around, running from the massive amount of white trash that had wandered in. How lucky was he. Of course it was the hillbilly inbreds who'd mostly survive a goddamn apocalypse.

He breathed out a sigh as he neared Rochelle's place, just was going to invite himself in. Needed a place to crash and hey... maybe give her her Christmas presents a little bit earlier.

axemeaquestion December 23 2010, 09:20:59 UTC

Whenever Nick came in, Rochelle hadn't quite noticed him yet. She was caught up in playing with her camera. Though nothing fancy or all that powerful, zooming in on all the details below her was alwasy interesting. Even if those details here were the occasional redneck or zombie beyond the makeshift border.

The CD had changed over to a song she had particularly liked, and she absentmindly started swaying her hips to it in a lazy little dance and hummed along with it.

Oh ho.

candyasss December 24 2010, 09:43:59 UTC

Nick tilted his head, grinning a little as he watched those hips sway to the beat of the music. Hey, he'd never protest walking in on that. "Merry Christmas, honey."

axemeaquestion December 24 2010, 09:56:12 UTC

Oh, hey. Rochelle actually jumped at that. Being out there with the zombies had her doing that. A survival tactic she picked up, sure, but it didn't help when she was waking up in the middle of the night to the tiniest noises. She whirled around and--OH.

"Oh god."

She took a deep breath, though nothing very dramnatic. She put her free hand over her chest, the other still holding the camera. She leaned on the railing, still outside on the patio past the sliding glass door.

"I thought I locked that door."

But she got over it fast, and looked at him with a tired-but-genuine smile. "Merry Christmas, you scared the shit out of me."

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