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Dirt - Limits
Jun. 27th, 2018 02:15 pmIt doesn’t take her long to reach her conclusion: she can’t do this.
Maybe, it was foolish to think she ever could. She is well aware of her own limits, yes, but maybe equally aware of her own capacity for self-delusion.
Everyone reaches a limit sometime, she thinks.
She sits down next to Weir at the campfire that night, and begins digging through her pack. Clothes, toiletries, hard drives in plastic, a jar of honey likewise sealed: all useful but not what she is searching for.
Finally, her fingers find the objects in question.
“Lock,” she says, passing the bottle of pills to Weir. “And key,” she adds, handing him the flask. “Just promise you’ll shoot me if things go south.”
Maybe, it was foolish to think she ever could. She is well aware of her own limits, yes, but maybe equally aware of her own capacity for self-delusion.
Everyone reaches a limit sometime, she thinks.
She sits down next to Weir at the campfire that night, and begins digging through her pack. Clothes, toiletries, hard drives in plastic, a jar of honey likewise sealed: all useful but not what she is searching for.
Finally, her fingers find the objects in question.
“Lock,” she says, passing the bottle of pills to Weir. “And key,” she adds, handing him the flask. “Just promise you’ll shoot me if things go south.”
Dirt - Survival Skills
Jun. 27th, 2018 11:57 am“This is an awful idea, you two,” she says, feeling the weight of the gun in her hands.
“Defending yourself isn’t optional,” Weir counters unphased.
(CW: brief, non-graphic suicide reference)
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Dirt - Acceptance
Jun. 27th, 2018 11:55 amIt is safe to say that, as of late, her life has not gone according to plan. Aliens invaded. The world ended. Rome was bombed. Her parents are dead. Her access to a hot shower is limited at best, non-existent at worst.
And now, her friends have decided she is not allowed to lie in the dirt.
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