Just a smalltown girl...

Other people may have had Vikings to fight; Bo had an entirely more mundane battle on her hands: moving into a new place with no job yet and barely enough cash in her pocket to cover a few nights in a roach motel, let alone first and last month's rent on a real apartment.

Luckily, her travel history was long enough and her time at any one job was short enough that she'd perfected a solution for this, the same solution she'd been using before she'd had to flee the last town.

Of course, the sign on this place didn't read Condemned. The sign read Morgan's Hardware. The sign also hung by one corner and swayed a little in the breeze, though, banging against a dust-streaked window. The mailbox affixed to the brick wall contained circulars and an electric bill dated April, 2010. Yeah, it would do. Even the front doorknob was covered in dust; nobody had been in here for a while.

Not that she was going to use it. Even in the middle of the night, there could still be people around to see and hear her shouldering her way into an abandoned shop by smashing the door off its hinges, especially with all the activity going on up at the school with the graduation ceremony, and everyone's guests in town. Bo wasn't stupid.

That's why she broke in the back door. Duh.

A brief, bright flash of light startled her for a moment, her shoulder still against the wood and the sound of splintering still in her ears, but it was dark again when she looked up. No cop car...cop bike...flashing up behind her, and the sky didn't open up and dump rain on her head, so Bo shrugged and made her way inside, pulling a flashlight out of her bag.

Ooh, there was still some hardware stock left in the back room. Awesome; she wouldn't have to spend anything to fix the door. Maybe there was even a key-press in here somewhere!

[La la la eeeestablishy and NFB!]

"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?]

A lot can happen in three weeks: new job, new place to live, new outlook on life...

Too bad the new place to live was a ramshackle abandoned building, because starving herself had just resulted in Bo getting weak enough for some nutjob to kill the one friend she had in this town, then kidnap Bo in order to force her to feed.

Too soon to say if the new attitude - I may be a monster, but there's worse ones than me, and I've gotta eat, so I might as well eat them - was going to make life any better for Bo, but no more innocents had died because of her in the last three weeks, so that, she was counting as a win.

The new job... ( Bo added lime wedges to the two drinks she was finishing up... )

Looked like Bo would be finding a new place to live sooner than expected, after she dumped her new friend off at her old place to sleep it off.

And by new friend, she meant kid I hope forgets she ever saw me but I can't take that chance, not when she saw what I did, and by new place, she meant new town, and by new town, she might just mean new country, and that was only because she couldn't afford a ticket to the moon.

[OOC: Cut for sexual assault that fails and killing of sleazeballs that doesn't, aka Lost Girl Episode 1x01, It's a Fae, Fae, Fae, Fae World. NFI/NFB, but OOC is much more A-OK than Kenzi actually is in this scene.]

The temporary version, until it gets edited into the Master Friending List.

( One click to rule them all )

A collection post for snippets, memefics, and such!

Future Possibilities Memes

Mitchell, Eric, and Annie, with cameo (by Len)
Canadian stamps (Mitchell)
Thieves in the market (Isabela)

Since Bo's finally hit town, I figured it was time for one of these.

( Who be the townie in too much eyeliner and too little skirt? )

( The Setting )

( The Girl In The Setting )

( The Girl In Person )

( The Girl In Fandom )

( The Girl In Jossville )

( Powerzzz )

( The Ever-Popular Permissionzzz )

( PS )

[Wee OCD is UP!]

This post, she is basically for testing how to NOT break custom comments in large posts.