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tamingthemuseTitle: Motel thoughts
Fandom : Original
Prompt: 382 Antithesis
Rating: Gen
Summary: one day her life was nearly perfect, the next it was a hot mess. Part of my NaNo project.
The motel room was as shabby as the night was dark outside of the window. Georgia was sitting on one of the two single beds that were aligned against the left wall, their light blue bedspread quite not matching the waterpaints hanging on the right wall. How had she come to that ?
She took a look at the celtic artifact that was half uncovered from the fabric bag they had transported it in. Only a month before, she would have been outraged at the idea of someone stealing a precious relic from the past, the kind of evidences that could help her and her colleagues to uncover historical mysteries. Tonight, she had officially helped steal one of them. So yes, she was till going to study it, but it was depressing nevertheless.
Her colleagues would look at her with contempt if they could see her right now, running away with a weirdo to chase crazy conspiracy theories. She would have, only a month ago. Now she had seen crazy conspiracy theories weren't all that crazy, and she was deep into one of them, without any possibility of escape.
Instead of her confortable apartment, she was now moving from one motel to another.
In one month, her life had made 180-degree spin.
She didn't like it.
She knew she hadn't had a choice.
She knew she would never get back to the way her life was before.
It sucked.
She heard clicking noises from the door, and Julian entered the room, one arm busy with the keys, the other one full with a grocery paperbag. Georgia got up and took the bag, more because she was starving than to help him.
"No problem in your way ?", she asked distractedly while emptying what the bag contain on the bedspread she had been sitting on. Julian run his hand on his hair, and throw the key on the other bed.
"No, no problem. I think we're gonna be ok for tonight."
"Thank God", she sighed. She chose one of the sandwiches Julian had taken at the shop, and tossed him the other. The man sat down on the bad, on the other side of the food, and unwrapped his dinner.
"So, what's the plan to further mess up my life", Georgia asked before having a bit of the sandwich.
Julian pulled a face. She knew he hadn't meant to drag her into such a mess, and she felt guilty for reminding him again and again that everything was going to hell around them. Yet she couldn't help herself. She would have to work on that.
"Sorry, it's just ...", she trailed off, an apologetic pout on her face.
"It's nothing", Julian replied, always so nice, always so composed. She didn't know how he did that. "As for the next step ... I was thinking we should leave the country while we can. What do you think about a road trip to Mexico ?"
Georgia smiled. "Mexico ? Why not ? I need to pratice my Spanish anyway."
Fandom : Original
Prompt: 382 Antithesis
Rating: Gen
Summary: one day her life was nearly perfect, the next it was a hot mess. Part of my NaNo project.
The motel room was as shabby as the night was dark outside of the window. Georgia was sitting on one of the two single beds that were aligned against the left wall, their light blue bedspread quite not matching the waterpaints hanging on the right wall. How had she come to that ?
She took a look at the celtic artifact that was half uncovered from the fabric bag they had transported it in. Only a month before, she would have been outraged at the idea of someone stealing a precious relic from the past, the kind of evidences that could help her and her colleagues to uncover historical mysteries. Tonight, she had officially helped steal one of them. So yes, she was till going to study it, but it was depressing nevertheless.
Her colleagues would look at her with contempt if they could see her right now, running away with a weirdo to chase crazy conspiracy theories. She would have, only a month ago. Now she had seen crazy conspiracy theories weren't all that crazy, and she was deep into one of them, without any possibility of escape.
Instead of her confortable apartment, she was now moving from one motel to another.
In one month, her life had made 180-degree spin.
She didn't like it.
She knew she hadn't had a choice.
She knew she would never get back to the way her life was before.
It sucked.
She heard clicking noises from the door, and Julian entered the room, one arm busy with the keys, the other one full with a grocery paperbag. Georgia got up and took the bag, more because she was starving than to help him.
"No problem in your way ?", she asked distractedly while emptying what the bag contain on the bedspread she had been sitting on. Julian run his hand on his hair, and throw the key on the other bed.
"No, no problem. I think we're gonna be ok for tonight."
"Thank God", she sighed. She chose one of the sandwiches Julian had taken at the shop, and tossed him the other. The man sat down on the bad, on the other side of the food, and unwrapped his dinner.
"So, what's the plan to further mess up my life", Georgia asked before having a bit of the sandwich.
Julian pulled a face. She knew he hadn't meant to drag her into such a mess, and she felt guilty for reminding him again and again that everything was going to hell around them. Yet she couldn't help herself. She would have to work on that.
"Sorry, it's just ...", she trailed off, an apologetic pout on her face.
"It's nothing", Julian replied, always so nice, always so composed. She didn't know how he did that. "As for the next step ... I was thinking we should leave the country while we can. What do you think about a road trip to Mexico ?"
Georgia smiled. "Mexico ? Why not ? I need to pratice my Spanish anyway."
