gavin

Here We Go Again

Who: Gavin and Janie
When: afternoon
Where: their house

Gavin had woken up to Janie's note, which had of course worried him. But he tried not to freak out completely, like she told him to. Instead he'd gone for a quick exploratory jaunt. And then raided the hardware store. He hauled home boards of all kinds of sizes, nails, tools, candles, anything he could hoof back to the house. Then the sporting goods store for knives and bats. Then it was to the grocery store. If looting was going to go on -- and he felt sure it was -- he was going to get their fair share out of the way. All the while, he kept his eyes peeled for his short dark-haired woman, but didn't see her. If she wasn't back by almost dark, he was going out looking.

By noon he was busy rearranging the furniture in the living room so that it would serve as a blockade easier, if they needed it to. He didn't know what the fuck was going on, only that it wasn't good, and they were probably back on their now-familiar Fend For Your Goddamn Fucking Selves footing.

Supervised Playtime FTL

Feeling:
annoyed

Who: Gavin and open!
When: morningtime
Where: the Town Hall games room

Forced interaction? Was total shit. Gavin had not been happy at all to be woken up early and told that he and Janie had to get dressed and come to the town hall to mingle. Reintegration his flat white ass. He'd even been looking forward to his first afternoon working at the bowling alley, but nooooo, he had to go. Or it was Strongly Suggested, and those two words had come to carry retarded amounts of weight in places like this. He'd complied, but not quietly, bitching nearly the entire walk there.

He'd wandered through the rooms, losing track of Janie somewhere along the way. But he wasn't too worried about it here, what with the whole supervised playtime of it all. He'd found the games room and glee'd briefly that they had video games, only to find that the single-player mode in Gears of War had been locked out of it. "Fucking balls," he muttered through his teeth, and twisted on the couch to look around for someone who might look like they needed to shoot things with ridiculously large guns.

there is beauty in the breaking.

Feeling:
cold

Who: Bethany, Gavin, and anybody else. The log is technically open, though since Gavin and Bethany were paired for the scene lottery, Marie and I would like to get the two of them interacting for a little bit before anybody else jumps in. (:
When: Around five or six in the evening.
Where: The bar.

Tire Theft

who: Gavin and Janie
where: their house, elsewhere
when: mid afternoonish

Janie had been dicking around on the journals for a while, and was starting to get that itch to her system that said she actually did want to go for a walk, see about a tire swing, and check out the cemetery. She also was vaguely wondering where the hell Gavin was, and if he was still in their room looking for bugs. Or cameras. Or both.