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[Ilyanna]

It was a grey and cold afternoon when Suzanne Palkowsky found herself walking down a country road in nothing but a trenchcoat and crocs.


tbc

 

[FBI parte due]

A full day of Canadian Club sours and The Price is Right reruns had sounded like a good idea at 10:00 that morning, but now she was beginning to get restless.

 

[Ilyanna]

She fumbled in her pockets to see how much cash she still had left. Damn. 35 cents wouldn't even get her a bus ride into the next town.

 

[Ilyanna]

FBI parte due:
SORRY

What for? It was perfect. Carry on.

 

[FBI parte due]

Canadian Club is pretty limiting as a plot device, though.

 

[Ilyanna]

Uh, dunno. Guess this guy disagrees:

 

[Love Child]

It was a grey and cold afternoon when Suzanne Palkowsky found herself walking down a country road in nothing but a trenchcoat and crocs.


tbc

A full day of Canadian Club sours and The Price is Right reruns had sounded like a good idea at 10:00 that morning, but now she was beginning to get restless.

She fumbled in her pockets to see how much cash she still had left. Damn. 35 cents wouldn't even get her a bus ride into the next town.

A young man named Toby Grey drove by her in his pick up. She looked up, hopeful, seeing his tossled blond hair blowing in the wind. She wondered if he would stop, or if anyone would.

 

[Ilyanna]

Toby was in a good mood. After having been out of luck for over two weeks, he'd finally knocked on the right door and managed to land himself a deal that would let him pay back the loans. Granted, the old lady would be pretty devastated once the package she just bought would prove itself to be full of old, well-read graphic novels instead of the first edition of Dickens' Great Expectations, but hey, was it his fault when people just refused to read the fine print?

He hummed to the tunes of 'Killing me softly' and tried to decide where to crash for the night, when he noticed a fragile figure standing at the side of the road.