Post by Remy LaCroix on Mar 20, 2016 19:13:49 GMT -5
The sun started to rise, although barely across the swamp as the fire outside in the fire pit was nothing more then burning embers. The only thing it was good for now was a spot of warmth for anyone who stayed awake or passed out drunk in front of it. The night before had been trying on everyone and with Arden gone the house quiet it was time to start over. When the sun set and rose again it was always a reset button for life, especially in this new world.
When Remy opened her eyes, she realized she was still paired with Owen in Arden's room, sleeping in his arms. She hadn't slept like that in a few weeks when she was still back at the hotel in the city, next to someone else. She stayed put as her eyes opened, unmoving as she watched Owen's chest rise and fall with each breath he took. They had a plan to go fishing together, but she had another plan to start this venture on her own. She didn't want him to wake up as she slowly started to move the covers away from her. She was still dressed, as was he but she appreciated everything he did for her the night before, even if it was seen by everyone else as barely anything. To her, it was everything.
She slipped away from him and put the boots back own, slowly and quietly opening the door to slip back out of the house again. She wanted to get to the docks and burned out bait shop where she could spend some quiet time fishing. They needed to eat and she wanted it to be plentiful today to uplift the already dour moods. She had a feeling several people may be horribly hungover and some fresh cooked fish would do the trick.
She quietly moved down the aching stairs that creaked beneath her feet as she went down, quiet as a church mouse as she went out the front. People were laying on the couches, chairs and floors, covered and dead asleep. The sun was only just starting to break and she grabbed her nail bat on the way out the front door.
The air was cool and humid and already the crickets were losing their steam as the birds came out to go hunting. The chirping was getting louder as the cooing of doves echoed through the forest. The wet ground crunched beneath her boots as she went to the fence and eventually to the bait shop. In the dark building she rummaged around, looking for anything salvagable including a pole, a hook and little fake worms she could dangle in hopes of catching some catfish or bass. It took her a good fifteen minutes to get herself settled, but once she did, she sat at the edge of the dock and just waited for the world to wake up, enjoying the warmth of sun on her cheeks as the hook dipped down with a tiny plop into the water.
It was serene. Away from the fights, away from the noise, away from the smell of death.