[ It had been a few years since they had woken up on that island. With time, they had all accepted the strangeness, and now, it felt like a distant memory more than anything. The fact that they woke up in a field of red flowers together... It felt natural.
So it had also felt natural to leave.
When people noticed them, recognized them, it was too strange and startling. No matter how any of them searched through memories, it was just simply that they weren't there. So without anyone else to turn to but each other, they had decided to leave. It was Claire's suggestion that they head out West, and without any other real idea of where to go... Why not? It was how they fell into their nice pattern of finding a place to stop, staying there for about two years (before anyone noticed that they didn't age), and they would move onto somewhere else.
Everyone else was pretty much fine with that, but Rachel didn't care for it. It was lonely, though she couldn't quite find that word to explain it. No one else seemed to really get it that it was sad to spend two years making friends, starting a new life, then having to uproot and leave again. Or if they did, they just didn't care as much as she did. It was that time again recently, which is why she's thinking about it so much. She missed Kevin, Kaitlyn, Mark... And now they were in the middle of fucking nowhere because Claire had managed to get a job for the summer at Yosemite. It paid the bills, and it paid them pretty well, but...
Rachel sighs heavily, spritzing on more of her Amber perfume. That campfire smell was going to kill her. She hears footsteps and glances back, seeing Kate approach with two cups in her hand. She maybe quietly grateful, but mostly, she just feels like airing her displeasure. ]
This sucks. We should have just gone to LA... [ Not that they could afford it... ]
[ Kate went with the flow well enough. She wasn't used to roughing it, no, but her connections.. they were easy to leave behind, as quiet Kate never made too many to begin with. She was fine with her three friends. Her three friends for life. It only occurred to Kate occasionally that this was the lives they'd lead for all of eternity, constant vagabonds traveling from one end of the continent to the other.
Sometimes she forgot they weren't normal. Times like this, when they were by the camp fire, the smell of perfume, burning wood, and freshly juiced lemons blending together in one citrusy wooden scent — these were the times when Kate felt alive. She's wearing an uncharacteristic smile on her face as she shits, handing one tea with lemon over to Rachel. ]
Rachel.. You know we wouldn't be able to make it there. [ survive, yes, but not comfortably. She takes a sip, lightly recoiling at the bitterness. It was something she'd never get used to. ] Rose and Claire seem to like it here. [ they were more connected to the wild, it seemed.. Kate, however, was always more of an indoors person. She got the vibe that Rachel was, too. ]
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So it had also felt natural to leave.
When people noticed them, recognized them, it was too strange and startling. No matter how any of them searched through memories, it was just simply that they weren't there. So without anyone else to turn to but each other, they had decided to leave. It was Claire's suggestion that they head out West, and without any other real idea of where to go... Why not? It was how they fell into their nice pattern of finding a place to stop, staying there for about two years (before anyone noticed that they didn't age), and they would move onto somewhere else.
Everyone else was pretty much fine with that, but Rachel didn't care for it. It was lonely, though she couldn't quite find that word to explain it. No one else seemed to really get it that it was sad to spend two years making friends, starting a new life, then having to uproot and leave again. Or if they did, they just didn't care as much as she did. It was that time again recently, which is why she's thinking about it so much. She missed Kevin, Kaitlyn, Mark... And now they were in the middle of fucking nowhere because Claire had managed to get a job for the summer at Yosemite. It paid the bills, and it paid them pretty well, but...
Rachel sighs heavily, spritzing on more of her Amber perfume. That campfire smell was going to kill her. She hears footsteps and glances back, seeing Kate approach with two cups in her hand. She maybe quietly grateful, but mostly, she just feels like airing her displeasure. ]
This sucks. We should have just gone to LA... [ Not that they could afford it... ]
w/e i just dumped a shitton of pictures
Sometimes she forgot they weren't normal. Times like this, when they were by the camp fire, the smell of perfume, burning wood, and freshly juiced lemons blending together in one citrusy wooden scent — these were the times when Kate felt alive. She's wearing an uncharacteristic smile on her face as she shits, handing one tea with lemon over to Rachel. ]
Rachel.. You know we wouldn't be able to make it there. [ survive, yes, but not comfortably. She takes a sip, lightly recoiling at the bitterness. It was something she'd never get used to. ] Rose and Claire seem to like it here. [ they were more connected to the wild, it seemed.. Kate, however, was always more of an indoors person. She got the vibe that Rachel was, too. ]