in which maureen and courfs act like angst buckets
Maureen had to wonder why she really did it anymore. It wasn't like any amount of blowing shit up or shooting things would bring him back. It wouldn't bring any of them back really. Still, she slipped into her tight leather pants and black tank top, pulling on a tattered bomber jacket over it. "I'm going out," she called out to no one in particular.
She a chorus of mumbles as a response. Collins was probably high off his ass again. To each their own, she supposed. Everyone had to have their own way to deal with everything. Grabbing two pistols and a healthy array of daggers from the table, she slipped outside the base and started to strap the weaponry to herself. She wasn't sure what she was going to do... But it was better than sitting around and planning things that wouldn't be done anytime soon.
She a chorus of mumbles as a response. Collins was probably high off his ass again. To each their own, she supposed. Everyone had to have their own way to deal with everything. Grabbing two pistols and a healthy array of daggers from the table, she slipped outside the base and started to strap the weaponry to herself. She wasn't sure what she was going to do... But it was better than sitting around and planning things that wouldn't be done anytime soon.