gavin and janie

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.

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.