Break In


Who: Brett and Eris
Where: Brett's house
When: Middle of the damn night

Eris waited until after midnight to go see Brett. Well after, if one was counting, though she didn't look at the clock before she went over. It was probably past two in the morning. She had the duffle bag full of books she'd gathered from the library. The shotgun shells happened to be in there too. And, over her shoulder, she had the shotgun. She had planned on breaking into his place...which was a lot easier than initially planned. What with him having ever fucking window in his house wide open. So, being as stealthy as she could, she did break in, climbing in a window as quietly as possible. The place was dark, though with the houses as they were it wasn't hard to find the bedroom in the samey type of layout. She walked in, and looked down at him for a long moment. Then she dropped her load on the side of the bed he wasn't occupying, down by the foot of it.

Brett stirred in his sleep as she entered the bedroom - he wasn't a particularly deep sleeper and was disturbed by any sounds - but he didn't properly wake until she dropped the bag, at which point he came fully and instantly awake, bolted up out of the remains of his sleep and blinking in the darkness. "Wha..." he exclaimed, looking round.

End of the Road

Who: Brett and Eris
Where: South side of town
When: Mid-morning

It had started when he'd gotten up. The lack of electricity, the cold, the semi-darkness. He felt it begin to press in on him the moment he awoke and as soon as he'd found out that there were no electrics, he couldn't get out of the house fast enough.

And then he'd seen the boarded up houses and he'd felt the town start to close in on him. Wheeling through the obviously mostly-empty streets, being outside just didn't seen to be enough and he'd just kept on going, until he'd hit the edge of town, the last house there, the wide open plain before him. That - that felt a little better. That felt less like he was going to start panicking. And he stopped and sat, his back to the town, looking out over the flatness of the world.

Eris had gotten up a while back and wandered through town alone. Then, she'd gone, looted a nice coat, gotten herself a bottle of really fine scotch from the bar, and started walking. She'd actually stopped by Brett's house earlier, but he hadn't been home. She imagined he'd be out somewhere, if he hadn't decided to slit his wrists in his bathtub or something. Either way, she wasn't especially enamored with the idea of dealing with this on her own, and it wasn't as if she had a ton of friends around. Or even pretend friends. All she had were enemies, strangers, and Brett. Who could at least hold a conversation, and didn't want to kill her yet.

Eventually, she spotted him, and she walked up behind him, until she was standing next to his chair, looking out at the same view he was. she didn't pull anything today, no kiss on the cheek just to rile him, no invasion of his personal space. She just walked up and was quietly there.

"How far do you reckon it is?" Brett asked after a few minutes of silence, for once not going straight into the insults and barbs. "If I just started out. Do you reckon the road goes all the way? I don't do well with dirt tracks."

Oh God, Not You

Who: Brett and Eris
Where: Town Hall
When: Far to early in the morning

7 o'clock in the morning. Seven o'fucking clock in the arsing morning. They hammered on his door until he'd gotten there - and did the fuckers not appreciate how fucking hard that was when you could no longer just walk to the fucking door? Okay, fine - it wasn't that hard, because he'd had practice - but they didn't know that! They couldn't know that - they had no fucking clue and it was completely fucking inappropriate and unfair and now he was fucking locked in a building or some shit all fucking day - or might as well be, given that there was no fucking elevator in this place, meaning that he'd had to be carried upstairs. So this place was a fucking prison, wasn't it.

He'd sat himself in the back corner of the room with the food in it, grabbing himself a plate of waffles and bacon, some strong coffee. Hopefully everyone would just fucking leave him alone - he didn't go in for this 'forced socialising' bullshit. Everyone else could do that, he was just going to have some breakfast.

Reasons for Leaving Early


Who: Brett and Hannah
Where: Movie Theatre
When: Evening

Brett had seen the ad, notice, whatever thing put up on the journals by some woman saying that she and her husband were having a party and decided very firmly that there was no way in hell he'd be going to that. But, he needed something to do - he couldn't stay in and stare at four walls all day and wheeling his way around town was starting to get dull. Still, he'd done it, just to get out and he'd got as far as the movie theatre and it's announcement about a horror marathon.

Now, horror wasn't really Brett's thing, but it would be dark in there, and he wouldn't have to talk to anyone. It seemed about as good as it was going to get. And so it was that he'd spent most of the day sat at the back, in an alcove that was the best they could do for a guy in a wheelchair. Apparently 'disabled access' wasn't one of the considerations that had come up in the design brief.

It wasn't until late afternoon that Brett started to feel itchy. The cinema was pretty spacious, but still, he could feel it closing in on him. He managed to sit it out until the end of the next film, but then he was out of there, turning and wheeling himself quickly from the theatre, ahead of anyone else, until he was back out on the street, where he sat, taking deep, calming breaths and blinking in the dying light of day.




Who: Brett and Eris
When: After dark, during the lightning storm
Where: The park

Brett sat in his wheelchair, at the edge of the grassy area of the park and watched the show, the lightning flickering and flashing across the sky. He was tempted to wheel himself to the edge of town, there'd be a better expanse out there, especially on the plains side of town. It was amazing, magnificent, a really reminder of the power of the earth they lived on. Of how small and insignificant they were in comparison. It was what he'd always loved about working out doors. Watching the play through the sky made him feel both thrilled and excited, yet depressed and sad, somewhat lonely - all at the same time. The conflict was always there. It was a reminder of everything he'd lost, everything he'd never have again. Yet, he couldn't lock himself away and ignore it's existence. Just because he'd lost his life didn't mean that he didn't still feel that draw to it. Maybe it would be easier if he didn't. But he'd always love it. And so he sat and watched, his eyes on the sky, a smile on his face that he didn't really even appreciate was there, every time the lightning struck.

A blind girl and a dude in a wheelchair walk - mostly - into a diner...

Who: Brett and Hannah
When: Afternoon
Where: Diner!

Hannah stormed into the diner still riding the edge of anger from her encounter with Everett; she was pissed that he'd pulled that crap on her and was seriously contemplating sending an emailed invitation to tea to Jason, Lina, and Dave. But first, her blood sugar was about to drop through the floor and she wanted her belated breakfast - which wasn't trouble-free, sadly. She first had to educate the wait staff as to the rules regarding service animals in establishments that might otherwise have no-animals rules, and then realized when she sat down that she'd forgotten her reader. Finally, however, she managed to put in an order by declaring she just wanted some goddamn pancakes and bacon and coffee, however the hell kind of meal or combo or ordering convention they had for that. Scowling down at the table, she realized she was doing it again, taking her irritation with Everett out on everyone around her, and made an effort to put a more neutral, if not friendly, expression on her face. And she even thanked the waitress when the coffee was brought out, much to what she was sure was everyone's surprise. Even her own.

Not So Nice Reunions


Who: Hadley and Brett
When: Early afternoon
Where: Streets

If there was one thing that Hadley was not thrilled about, it was living next to a cemetery. She didn't care much that her house was small - given it was just her, she didn't need anymore space than she had. She was thankful for the privacy. The neighborhood she was stuck in? Wasn't the nicest she had seen, but fuck - it was so much better than her previous living arrangements.