Seventh

[akapeanut]

[George appears on screen, face as neutral as ever. She's sitting in a gross, olive green booth, a plate of food in front of her. She doesn't seem to notice it. In fact, if anybody cares to look closely, it's pretty clear it's been sitting there a while. It's probably not even hers.]

I don't suppose anybody wants a tour of ghost city Seattle, huh?

Comments

[epiccombo.livejournal.com]

Huh. Kinda cool.

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

Wow, don't lie.

[She smirks at him and starts heading up to the door, automatically hunching over a little as if somebody might see her sneaking around...despite the fact that nobody can because nobody's there.

She straightens up, clears her throat. Comes up with an excuse.]

My mom kicked me out on my eighteenth birthday. I'm used to sneaking around here to get my shit back and, you know, stuff.

[That's maybe 65% true.]