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rainbowfic2012-08-31 06:58 am
auguris) wrote in rainbowfic2012-08-31 06:58 am
Lawn Green 7, Dove Grey 1
Name: auguris
'verse: After the World
Colors: Lawn Green 7. beach ball Dove Grey 1. Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
Supplies and Styles: Pastels: memories
Word Count: 549
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: Evelyn finds a small treasure. Jean is bad with kids.
Note: I keep forgetting to ask: mods, can I get a story tag for After the World? Thanks!
The dingy convenience store was devoid of food, and someone had already cleared out the medical section. Green sparkly decorations lay strewn about -- St. Patrick's day decorations, left out so long that they were early. Fluorescent light covers hung from the ceiling and glass lay across the aisles like eggshells, prompting Jean to tell Evelyn to be careful. She had never considered herself the mothering type, but something about the singularity-apocalypse brought out her protective side.
Chrissake, she was spending too much time with Max. Singularity-apocalypse.
Evelyn explored the aisled while Jean kept watch. A glance had told her there was nothing of value, but it was nice to get out of the sun, and the girl was old enough to mind herself. Max and Isabel would disagree, but they were across the street investigating the fast food joint and didn't have much say at the moment. They all took turns keeping an eye on Evy, but she'd overheard Isabel asking Max to talk to her later; either Jean had done something stupid, or she was going to kill Max. Possibly both.
Evelyn gasped, and Jean was around the corner with her hand on her gun. The aisle was filled with kiddy stuff, action figures and coloring books, water guns and a sad, deflated beach ball. Evy was crouched in front of a shelf, smiling at something in her hand. Jean let out a breath.
"Do you think it's okay if I keep it?"
Jean crouched next to Evy to examine the 'it': a small plastic horse, about the size of her hand. Painted mostly brown with white markings on the nose and legs, it was the sort of cheap piece of crap that Jean had always figured was just there to take up shelf space.
"It's light, and doesn't take up much room. It should be okay." They stood up, Evelyn pocketing the toy. "Aren't you a little old for that sort of thing, though?" Jean rubbed her neck. "I don't really remember being eleven."
Evelyn shrugged. "I guess. My sister had one like it, so..."
Jean frowned. She hadn't even known Evelyn had a sister. Parents she knew about, but that was an obvious assumption. More people had parents than didn't. "What happened to her?"
"They took her first." Evelyn stared at her feet. "Dad tried to fight them, he always said he was a boxer in school, and Mom told me to run so I did, and I... I know what happens when they take you, s-so..."
Jean startled when Evelyn buried her face in Jean's shirt. She hesitated before wrapping an arm around Evy's shoulders in an awkward hug. It was a story she'd heard before, from Max and Isabel and other folk they'd met in the dead spots and on the road, but Evelyn's version was the worst. It wrapped around her heart and stabbed, little pinpricks that coalesced into a cloud of desperate anger. What could she do? What could any of them do?
Evelyn wiped her eyes. "Sorry. I know you don't like emotional stuff."
Jean awkwardly pat Evelyn's shoulder. "It's fine, I just... it's fine." She stuck her hands in her pockets. "We should see if Max and Izzy found anything."
She led Evelyn back outside, blinking in the sun.
auguris'verse: After the World
Colors: Lawn Green 7. beach ball Dove Grey 1. Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
Supplies and Styles: Pastels: memories
Word Count: 549
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: Evelyn finds a small treasure. Jean is bad with kids.
Note: I keep forgetting to ask: mods, can I get a story tag for After the World? Thanks!
The dingy convenience store was devoid of food, and someone had already cleared out the medical section. Green sparkly decorations lay strewn about -- St. Patrick's day decorations, left out so long that they were early. Fluorescent light covers hung from the ceiling and glass lay across the aisles like eggshells, prompting Jean to tell Evelyn to be careful. She had never considered herself the mothering type, but something about the singularity-apocalypse brought out her protective side.
Chrissake, she was spending too much time with Max. Singularity-apocalypse.
Evelyn explored the aisled while Jean kept watch. A glance had told her there was nothing of value, but it was nice to get out of the sun, and the girl was old enough to mind herself. Max and Isabel would disagree, but they were across the street investigating the fast food joint and didn't have much say at the moment. They all took turns keeping an eye on Evy, but she'd overheard Isabel asking Max to talk to her later; either Jean had done something stupid, or she was going to kill Max. Possibly both.
Evelyn gasped, and Jean was around the corner with her hand on her gun. The aisle was filled with kiddy stuff, action figures and coloring books, water guns and a sad, deflated beach ball. Evy was crouched in front of a shelf, smiling at something in her hand. Jean let out a breath.
"Do you think it's okay if I keep it?"
Jean crouched next to Evy to examine the 'it': a small plastic horse, about the size of her hand. Painted mostly brown with white markings on the nose and legs, it was the sort of cheap piece of crap that Jean had always figured was just there to take up shelf space.
"It's light, and doesn't take up much room. It should be okay." They stood up, Evelyn pocketing the toy. "Aren't you a little old for that sort of thing, though?" Jean rubbed her neck. "I don't really remember being eleven."
Evelyn shrugged. "I guess. My sister had one like it, so..."
Jean frowned. She hadn't even known Evelyn had a sister. Parents she knew about, but that was an obvious assumption. More people had parents than didn't. "What happened to her?"
"They took her first." Evelyn stared at her feet. "Dad tried to fight them, he always said he was a boxer in school, and Mom told me to run so I did, and I... I know what happens when they take you, s-so..."
Jean startled when Evelyn buried her face in Jean's shirt. She hesitated before wrapping an arm around Evy's shoulders in an awkward hug. It was a story she'd heard before, from Max and Isabel and other folk they'd met in the dead spots and on the road, but Evelyn's version was the worst. It wrapped around her heart and stabbed, little pinpricks that coalesced into a cloud of desperate anger. What could she do? What could any of them do?
Evelyn wiped her eyes. "Sorry. I know you don't like emotional stuff."
Jean awkwardly pat Evelyn's shoulder. "It's fine, I just... it's fine." She stuck her hands in her pockets. "We should see if Max and Izzy found anything."
She led Evelyn back outside, blinking in the sun.
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Also, awwwww, Evelyn. Jean... at least she's trying. The hugs and stuff. Nice job.
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Jean does her best, she just has no idea what to do with those feeling things people have.
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Thank you!
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Thanks!