[shauna has the t-shirt over her head, dislodging the mess of her hair, still sunbleached and ragged from a year without shampoo, untwisting to drip wetly on the shoulders of the shirt as soon as it’s pulled down. no bra, which isn’t abnormal, considering how loose all their clothes fit these days, but it is here, because the shirt is clean and new and soft and it hugs her chest snugly as she turns around to look melissa up and down.]
They weren’t looking for us? [and there’s a flicker of something, some little-girl-lost vulnerability that shauna still has somewhere buried beneath layers and layers of hurt – everything is over, done, buried, burned, but at least their families are still looking for them. at least rescue (fabeled, dreamed-about, longed-for and storied) is still possible. but when it comes, when the outside world returns to their corner of misery, it’s on accident.
scoffing, shauna pulls a pair of the clean, cotton, flower-patterned underwear up under her towel, then tugs it off, starting to furiously dry off her dripping hair. she's less concerned now about her state of dress, glaring up sideways at mel, wet t-shirt and panties and annoyance.] Unbelievable. That’s – and one of them shot you? Why the fuck did he do that? [she cares more now, after getting the (little) context melissa has, after asking the important question of did i get him for it?]
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They weren’t looking for us? [and there’s a flicker of something, some little-girl-lost vulnerability that shauna still has somewhere buried beneath layers and layers of hurt – everything is over, done, buried, burned, but at least their families are still looking for them. at least rescue (fabeled, dreamed-about, longed-for and storied) is still possible. but when it comes, when the outside world returns to their corner of misery, it’s on accident.
scoffing, shauna pulls a pair of the clean, cotton, flower-patterned underwear up under her towel, then tugs it off, starting to furiously dry off her dripping hair. she's less concerned now about her state of dress, glaring up sideways at mel, wet t-shirt and panties and annoyance.] Unbelievable. That’s – and one of them shot you? Why the fuck did he do that? [she cares more now, after getting the (little) context melissa has, after asking the important question of did i get him for it?]