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leaving | for michael
Jul. 31st, 2009 11:05 pmFiona had such resolve when she walked out of Michael's loft, but now trying to put the last of her things in a box, she kept realizing that she was doing things too slowly. Frustration made her toss the last few things from her dresser into the box, not even bothering to fold any of it. She'd come for the rest later, or send for it if she actually needed it. All she knew now was that the longer she stayed in Miami the more time she was giving herself to question her actions.
Pausing her hand ran through her hair, the back of it falling to press to her mouth, exhaling away the things she didn't have time to deal with right now. Inhaling sharply she pressed her fingers to her temples, sweeping back into her hair as she pulled it back and up into a loose knot. Setting her jaw she shut her eyes, taking a moment to just find herself in the middle of all of the hurt. Slipping her hand into the handles on the side of the box she cut through the house, toward the front door. Leaving it open she moved toward her car putting the box into the back seat and making her way back into the house. She'd already talked to Sam, and there wasn't anything keeping her there.
Moving through the house she tried to make a final run through, trying to think of all of the places she had hidden something. Snapping her fingers she remembered the pistol in the drop down ironing board in the wall near the back door. Moving with determination she dropped the board down and reached in finding the pistol, which she checked the safety of before tucking it into the back of her jeans. Trying to think of anything else she stood in the middle of the hallway, staring at the open door, wondering if she could actually walk out of it.
There was another block of C4 she had left in the kitchen though, and she knew she had to retrieve that as well. Beneath the cabinets where the sink sat, she pushed the baseboards away and reached in feeling the slip of plastic that was holding the compound. Pulling she brought it out and blew the dust off the edge of it. Musing over it for a moment she thought she could leave it for Sam, sort of a housewarming present. Leaving it on the counter she wiped her hands off and started to head for the front door.
Pausing her hand ran through her hair, the back of it falling to press to her mouth, exhaling away the things she didn't have time to deal with right now. Inhaling sharply she pressed her fingers to her temples, sweeping back into her hair as she pulled it back and up into a loose knot. Setting her jaw she shut her eyes, taking a moment to just find herself in the middle of all of the hurt. Slipping her hand into the handles on the side of the box she cut through the house, toward the front door. Leaving it open she moved toward her car putting the box into the back seat and making her way back into the house. She'd already talked to Sam, and there wasn't anything keeping her there.
Moving through the house she tried to make a final run through, trying to think of all of the places she had hidden something. Snapping her fingers she remembered the pistol in the drop down ironing board in the wall near the back door. Moving with determination she dropped the board down and reached in finding the pistol, which she checked the safety of before tucking it into the back of her jeans. Trying to think of anything else she stood in the middle of the hallway, staring at the open door, wondering if she could actually walk out of it.
There was another block of C4 she had left in the kitchen though, and she knew she had to retrieve that as well. Beneath the cabinets where the sink sat, she pushed the baseboards away and reached in feeling the slip of plastic that was holding the compound. Pulling she brought it out and blew the dust off the edge of it. Musing over it for a moment she thought she could leave it for Sam, sort of a housewarming present. Leaving it on the counter she wiped her hands off and started to head for the front door.
