Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2012 13:50:48 GMT -5
((February 5th, afternoon, so before Rachel's capture and Tara's been around a couple days. Hopefully the date's fine, if not I can change it. Open to just Tara and Rachel, unless one of us decides otherwise.))
Aquatic hued eyes stared blankly into space as Tara simply sat down outside. She didn't want to go running around spasticly in town that day. She just wanted to sit down and contemplate on her life that day. Tara threw on a jacket to avoid the winter's bitter cold wrath, hands covered with fingerless gloves. She began off-handedly twirling around the dog tags on her neck, wondering how she was stuck in some alternate Chicago where animals spoke and robots butchered little kids who owe them money.
At first, Tara thought she might be able to scrape up some money from the others for a ride back home once the war was over.But after finding out that she wasn't able to go to her Boston due to being in an alternate universe, she decided patience was key in this situation. She'd have to hope someone could figure out a way to get her home. Her mother was probably worried sick about her, not to mention probably drinking to drown her sorrows of losing her little girl. Tara was lost in her own thoughts for a while, listening to the jingling of her dog tags as she twirled them.
That was, until footsteps caught her attention. She whipped her head around to see who had bothered to walk outside. Tara contemplated on saying something, but figured that maybe the newcomer didn't want to speak. Tara knew she wasn't exactly in a speaking mood, but she'd talk if spoken to.
Aquatic hued eyes stared blankly into space as Tara simply sat down outside. She didn't want to go running around spasticly in town that day. She just wanted to sit down and contemplate on her life that day. Tara threw on a jacket to avoid the winter's bitter cold wrath, hands covered with fingerless gloves. She began off-handedly twirling around the dog tags on her neck, wondering how she was stuck in some alternate Chicago where animals spoke and robots butchered little kids who owe them money.
At first, Tara thought she might be able to scrape up some money from the others for a ride back home once the war was over.But after finding out that she wasn't able to go to her Boston due to being in an alternate universe, she decided patience was key in this situation. She'd have to hope someone could figure out a way to get her home. Her mother was probably worried sick about her, not to mention probably drinking to drown her sorrows of losing her little girl. Tara was lost in her own thoughts for a while, listening to the jingling of her dog tags as she twirled them.
That was, until footsteps caught her attention. She whipped her head around to see who had bothered to walk outside. Tara contemplated on saying something, but figured that maybe the newcomer didn't want to speak. Tara knew she wasn't exactly in a speaking mood, but she'd talk if spoken to.