Post by Wyndi on Mar 9, 2015 6:16:46 GMT
Miranda slammed on the brakes when they arrived, causing everyone in the Jeep to lurch forward. The expression on her face told everyone that she wasn't about to apologize for her haphazard driving, though, and wasn't there more important **** to deal with at the moment anyway? Like this fancy-ass rich white people house whose driveway they were now parked on?
Where the **** did people even find time to do all this? Miranda thought, kicking the Jeep door open and throwing a contemptuous look at the freshly mowed lawn. People outside the wrought-iron gates were dying and coming back and dying again, and meanwhile someone had spent a good handful of hours keeping the lawn looking pretty. Jesus. Shoot me now. What kind of hell was this! Yeah, the door was open, but she sure as hell wasn't getting out of the car.
And she was right not to, judging by the sound of things. It was good to know that someone had some common sense around here, looking at that gun, but Miranda was feeling less and less inclined to play buddy-buddy with every word coming out of these people's mouths. Maybe Jonathan was ready to suck up, but she wasn't about to walk into the house of anyone who still gave two ****s about garden upkeep, sorry not sorry.
And when Marie made an offer of lodging, only to follow it up with check your weapons at the door? Miranda laughed, the dark low tones bubbling out of her before she could contain herself. Yeah, **** that. Not happening. Not that she didn't understand why it was a rule, but really? Sleeping unarmed around a group of non-walkers you didn't know was just about as dangerous as sleeping around a group of walkers. It was just like a bunch of imperious, rich-as-**** people to assume others would simply hand them that advantage.
So at Charlie's suggestion, Miranda rolled her eyes. "Sure, if you want to get your throat cut in your sleep. I'm staying in the Jeep." And getting out of here as soon as the sun comes up.
Where the **** did people even find time to do all this? Miranda thought, kicking the Jeep door open and throwing a contemptuous look at the freshly mowed lawn. People outside the wrought-iron gates were dying and coming back and dying again, and meanwhile someone had spent a good handful of hours keeping the lawn looking pretty. Jesus. Shoot me now. What kind of hell was this! Yeah, the door was open, but she sure as hell wasn't getting out of the car.
And she was right not to, judging by the sound of things. It was good to know that someone had some common sense around here, looking at that gun, but Miranda was feeling less and less inclined to play buddy-buddy with every word coming out of these people's mouths. Maybe Jonathan was ready to suck up, but she wasn't about to walk into the house of anyone who still gave two ****s about garden upkeep, sorry not sorry.
And when Marie made an offer of lodging, only to follow it up with check your weapons at the door? Miranda laughed, the dark low tones bubbling out of her before she could contain herself. Yeah, **** that. Not happening. Not that she didn't understand why it was a rule, but really? Sleeping unarmed around a group of non-walkers you didn't know was just about as dangerous as sleeping around a group of walkers. It was just like a bunch of imperious, rich-as-**** people to assume others would simply hand them that advantage.
So at Charlie's suggestion, Miranda rolled her eyes. "Sure, if you want to get your throat cut in your sleep. I'm staying in the Jeep." And getting out of here as soon as the sun comes up.