Lucy Carrigan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
radicalize) wrote2008-08-19 10:40 pm
radicalize) wrote2008-08-19 10:40 pm
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[for Ryan]
Lucy was running. Sometimes it seemed like there was nothing else she could do, with the way things were. The only other thing better than sitting and moping was getting drunk, and that wasn't an option so often. Besides, this -- running as fast as she could, as hard as she could, until her legs ached and she could barely stand and it burned her lungs just to suck in a breath -- was, in some ways, more fulfilling, anyway. With as much as it hurt, it was simple to forget about how hard much losing nearly everyone close to her was. It got easier the more she did it, too, which was now often.
She'd run from the treehouse down the path to the beach, and from there turned to go north, planning on just circling around to the Compound for a shower before heading back. Her plan changed, though, when she caught sight of Ryan nearing a hut. She'd seen him a few times after the party, when she'd made a complete fool of herself while recounting stories about her past, but it'd been a while; without knowing quite why, she turned so she was headed in his direction, and then skidded to a halt a few feet away from him, too-long ponytail swinging into her face.
"Hey," she said, nearly breathless as she grinned at him, leaning forward to avoid actually doubling over and brushing a few loose, damp strands of hair away from her sweat-beaded forehead. "I haven't seen you in a few days. What's up?"
She'd run from the treehouse down the path to the beach, and from there turned to go north, planning on just circling around to the Compound for a shower before heading back. Her plan changed, though, when she caught sight of Ryan nearing a hut. She'd seen him a few times after the party, when she'd made a complete fool of herself while recounting stories about her past, but it'd been a while; without knowing quite why, she turned so she was headed in his direction, and then skidded to a halt a few feet away from him, too-long ponytail swinging into her face.
"Hey," she said, nearly breathless as she grinned at him, leaning forward to avoid actually doubling over and brushing a few loose, damp strands of hair away from her sweat-beaded forehead. "I haven't seen you in a few days. What's up?"