Bo Jones. Or maybe Dennis. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nookiepowered) wrote2011-04-28 10:30 pm
nookiepowered) wrote2011-04-28 10:30 pm
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The Parking Lot By The Causeway, Late Thursday Night
"I figure I'll just drive until I run out of road," she'd said to the chatty gas station attendant in Akron who wouldn't stop asking about her supposed vacation plans when she ducked in to buy a map of the States.
Bo had meant it -- she wanted to put as many kilometers, miles, whatever between her and the town where she'd messed up enough to leave a witness -- but she hadn't meant it quite this literally. She hadn't intended to run out of continent.
But... there'd been Saginaw, then Toledo, then Akron, all too much like places she'd fled even longer ago than last week, so she'd kept going, looking for something else, not sure what or where, until there was D.C. and Baltimore and a long, skinny stretch of land leading east, and here she was.
Whatever here was, besides an island with a huge honking castle in the center, and the lights of a small town twinkling in the darkness around it, and no more road.
"Guess it's as good a place to hide out as any," she muttered to herself as she took one last look out the window before opening the door. "For now."
Duffel bag thrown over her shoulder, the rest of her belongings locked safely in the trunk, Bo set off walking towards the lights.
[Eeeestablishy, but if anyone is out wandering this late and wants to run into her, sure! OK for broadcast, but nobody knows her name yet, so, um. Some chick showed up in the parking lot?]
Bo had meant it -- she wanted to put as many kilometers, miles, whatever between her and the town where she'd messed up enough to leave a witness -- but she hadn't meant it quite this literally. She hadn't intended to run out of continent.
But... there'd been Saginaw, then Toledo, then Akron, all too much like places she'd fled even longer ago than last week, so she'd kept going, looking for something else, not sure what or where, until there was D.C. and Baltimore and a long, skinny stretch of land leading east, and here she was.
Whatever here was, besides an island with a huge honking castle in the center, and the lights of a small town twinkling in the darkness around it, and no more road.
"Guess it's as good a place to hide out as any," she muttered to herself as she took one last look out the window before opening the door. "For now."
Duffel bag thrown over her shoulder, the rest of her belongings locked safely in the trunk, Bo set off walking towards the lights.
[Eeeestablishy, but if anyone is out wandering this late and wants to run into her, sure! OK for broadcast, but nobody knows her name yet, so, um. Some chick showed up in the parking lot?]