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Virginia was sitting under the old train overpass when the power went out. She was writing in her ‘little black book’ just venting out her feelings of the week. Not being able to purchase a new mic cord for the one she broke- and now having to figure out how to scrape that cash together.

Her eyes narrow at the recently sprayed graffiti above her sleeping area. “What asshole decided that looks good anyway.” Standing is a bit of a chore on her straining muscles. One too many nights sleeping on a few blankets and sleeping bags on top of each other. Her spine needed a real bed to sleep in at some point- and soon.

She slots her last bummed cigarette in between her lips, fighting with the wind and an empty lighter to light it. It's enough of a wake up jolt that she's able to slide on a new pair of shorts and a shirt. 

Okay priority list for today? She hashes out what she has, what she needs. At some point soon I've gotta track down Rowan. 

She starts the semi long walk through the woods to town- the whole way long she's trying different lyrics out of her book. Trying different registers. By the time she's made it through three or four pages she's walking down mainstreet.

Peering into Clark's she's met by a gaggle of people surrounding Lee. There's a tense look on Lee's face that makes her walk away, very unlikely that he'd be up to engage after working and having to engage with that many people. 

That's when she notices how quiet it is. How the general buzz of electricity is missing. A scoff bursts out of her- “with how bad they are at keeping the power on, you'd think they'd be forced to charge us less.”

She hauls herself into Husker's- aiming at putting anything in her growling stomach, and hopefully looking to find someone's bed to occupy. 

“Hey yeah, can I get just a plate of fries?” She sits by herself, and busies herself by writing in her notebook some more. Maybe she can catch Rowan after this.