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Sara Weaver
Sandy Coves Inn, Salem, Massachusetts - morning

Sara awoke yet again but this time it was from a terrible nightmare, she rolled over hoping that Celeste was still asleep to set her mind at ease but the impression left from her body had grown cold. Her nightmare left her paralyzed in fear and uncertainty, her body and mind to crippled to force themselves out of bed. She didn’t want to think about what she dreamt of. Her subconscious toyed with her most impactful fear, weakness. Even though she tried her best to move past it and brush it off as nothing more than a dream, she couldn’t. It felt all too real, to the point that her body aches as if it was mimicking the pain from her nightmare. Sara felt even worse because her first instinct was to seek comfort in Celeste, to her that was weakness, no one looked after her, and to her no one needed to.

After nearly an hour of lying in bed suffering from the torment of her subconscious. Sara finally peeled herself from her bed, the sheets well dampened by her sweat. Even now that she had worked up the strength to sit on the edge of the bed Sara still felt so vulnerable, as if everything she dreamt of actually happened, or was about to. She wanted to seek out Celeste, maybe she would be able to take her mind off of what happened? No! That’s not how these things work. She needed to stand on her own two feet and power through this bullshit on her own. After all she was a badass, people didn’t fuck with her. With just the use of the word fuck Sara’s mind was taken back to her nightmare, and her attempt at mentally pumping herself up was dismantled at its core.

Standing up from her bed Sara shambled towards the window, still open from the night before. She couldn’t explain how much she loved the smell of the ocean, and this morning seemed like a perfect time to just sit on the shore and take it all in but she didn’t want to go alone...not after what she had dreamt about, or at least not until she got past it. With the morning still being young Sara tried her best to maintain a normal routine, like she always did. Before anything else she started with her exercises. They weren’t anything too complicated just your regular calisthenics, push ups, crunches, squats, stretches, etc. It helped her clear her head and work up a healthy sweat.

After she was finished and her body genuinely ached she headed into the bathroom, filling the tub again to clean herself up. Once she was finished she began to feel a substantial improvement in her mood, although she still couldn’t shake the images from her sleep. Regardless she tried her best to act like nothing happened, she got dressed in some ratty jeans, a tank top, her flannel, and a pair of white socks that had started to turn grey from use. Unsure of where Celeste went and almost too afraid to go looking for her after what had happened, or more because of what Sara wanted to happen the night before. She chose to stay in her room, door open in the hopes that Celeste would come to her. So in the meantime Sara tinkered with her gear. Checking to make sure that it was all operational and accounted for. She marveled over her new sword, cleaning the blade with an oiled rag while she sipped water from her canteen.

All the while she was still trying to act like she wasn’t shaken by something as mundane as a nightmare, no matter how vivid and horrifying it may have been. Even though Sara said that she would be satisfied with finding out that Eliza died. It was in moments like these that she secretly aches for someone like her to stand by her. Maybe that’s why she let her feelings for Celeste spill out. She was more afraid of being alone, than she was of being rejected.
I updated Sara's picture in her sheet. How she looks in it is how she looks in the RP currently, it took me a little longer than planned to swap it out so I apologize for that.
I’m still here!
Eliza Weaver
S&W Weaponry, Salem, Massachusetts - morning

Eliza awoke to the faint morning light trickling through the curtains of Shelby’s bedroom. She was alone, and the room was eerily quiet but as she started to shake off the burdening crust of sleep she felt a huge relief, as if an enormous weight was lifted off of her. Wiping the crud from her eyes Eliza sat up in the bed allowing the bed sheet to collapse off of her, exposing her bare frame.

Stretching her tense muscles with a pleasurable shiver Elia felt as if she had molted in her sleep. She felt great, much better than she could remember feeling in a long time. Except she wasn’t entirely sure of what had happened the night before. Obviously she crashed hard, but her body and mind needed it.

Still exposed Eliza crawled to the edge of the bed, dangling her legs off the side. Her wound had healed but as she continued to gather herself she could start to feel the dull ache of the injury. Undeterred by the pain Eliza stretched her legs, it felt like she was working cobwebs out of her joints but the pain was not nearly as severe as she anticipated. Cautiously she stood up from the bed still unsure of her condition. Her legs shook as they struggled to reacquaint themselves with supporting the weight of her body. Although with a few cracks and pops Eliza was on her feet once more.

Her immediate thoughts were of Shelby. She couldn’t wait to find her, after all she could stand on her own two feet again. She could walk! Even if it was with a limp, and even if she was unsure of how long she could walk. It didn’t matter she was recovering nonetheless. Eliza wasn’t sure if she should be accrediting the start of her recovery to her resilience or the treatment she had received. Although she wasn’t entirely sure of what had happened the day before, or the day before that, in all honesty the past few months were a blur. She couldn’t even remember how she got shot.

“How long was I out?” Still standing Eliza wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth as she stumbled towards the window, parting the curtains she reacted herself against the window the cold glass sending shivers through her body. “Somebody must’ve given me something. Was it Shelby? This is her place, I remember seeing her...but when? Was it here?” Eliza needed to sit down and gather her thoughts. Her head was a mess right now and while everything seemed familiar it also seemed so foreign to her. She’d hoped that this wasn’t all just a dream but with how she was feeling she couldn’t be too sure that it wasn’t. Sitting down on the windowsill Eliza gazed out the window, the town was so peaceful in the morning. This must be her home, it has to be because no other place would make her feel like this.
I’m still on discord even though I’m not in the chat anymore. So you can get ahold of me through a PM on there, as well as on here. I would’ve reached out and said something but during these last two weeks it was honestly the last thing on my mind.
I’ve been trying my best to maintain the plots I have in place. Sorry that I’m not posting with the regularity desired but I’ve recently gone from shipping in 4 months to shipping in 3 weeks, so needless to say my focus has been elsewhere. I’ve been working on a post for Eliza but due to my hectic schedule and total mental drain as of late my posts are taking a lot longer to get out than I’d like them to.
Sara Weaver
Sandy Coves Inn, Salem, Massachusetts, night to morning

As Celeste collapsed onto Sara her face immediately turned beat red. She was obviously surprised, but her embarrassment stemmed from the fact that she enjoyed Celeste's awkward pawing. Although with Celeste quickly falling asleep in her bed Sara wasn't sure how to proceed. She wanted to act on her feelings, at least touch Celeste for a brief moment, but she was too afraid.

Sara thought it best to take a few moments to gather herself so she got up from her bed and made her way into the bathroom. Once inside the cool tile room Sara closed the toilet seat and sat down, head clasped in her hands as she trembled ever so slightly from her anxiety. Her head was racing with so many possibilities, ways she could proceed and their inevitable outcomes. She doubted herself, her chances of success with Celeste. Sara was generally a very confident woman, sure of herself in nearly every aspect of her life. Except now her confidence had withered away, and she quickly started to doubt herself. “I'm not attractive enough. She likes someone else. I'm not the right person for her….” All of these thoughts played havoc on Sara's confidence.

She really liked Celeste, she made her feel emotions that she'd either never felt before, or hadn't felt for a very long time. As much as Sara doubted herself she wanted to try, but she still feared the rejection. She didn't open herself up to anyone, and the fear of getting hurt was part of the reason why. Still no closer to an answer Sara got up from her seat and headed back into the main room. Celeste must have fallen asleep by now, but the site of her laying in Sara's bed brought a warm, relaxing sensation throughout her body. Sara didn't want to do anything else but crawl in alongside Celeste and fall asleep with her warmth so close to her.

Deciding what she was going to do next Sara headed over to her dresser, opening a drawer and fetching a pair of men's boxers. She peeked over her shoulder to make sure Celeste was definitely asleep, and then shut the door into her room. Keeping her eyes trained on Celeste in case she woke up, Sara unbuttoned her pants and dropped them down around her ankles, before kicking them off. Sara noticed that the excitement of this whole thing was getting to her again and with Celeste so close she felt even more embarrassed now than she did earlier.

Regardless with her parents removed she slid on the boxers and unbuttoned her flannel, hanging it on the doorknob, and that was it, she was ready for bed. Men's boxers and a tank top was all she needed considering she normally got too hot if she slept in anything else, although she was afraid of there being an accident considering how she never wore a bra, and her top might shift during the night, plus her boxers were worn out and had a tendency to slip.

Sara tried to work those thoughts out of her head and started to clean up the mess from a few minutes ago. Placing the plate of chicken and Celeste's jar of moonshine on top of the dresser. In the process Sara cracked the lid and finished it off with a large swig, elated by the fact that Celeste drank from it just a few minutes ago. It was that feeling and the potency of the alcohol that caused her whole body to tingle. It was a familiar sensation but Sara hadn't drank a sip since she found out she was pregnant with Eli. Which felt like forever ago, back then Sara could drink anyone under the table but now she wasn't sure so sure of herself so she left her jar alone, placing it on the dresser as well.

Satisfied with the cleanliness of the room Sara nervously crawled into her bed, her heart started racing as she felt Celeste's warmth radiating off of her. With the sheets pulled over them Sara tried to settle in but she was far too anxious to get comfortable. For years now she would cuddle a pillow to help herself fall asleep, accrediting it to the sensation of loneliness she felt every time she was alone, and especially when she was in bed. Sara was ashamed to do it now though. She thought it was childish in the presence of Celeste. After all she cuddled a pillow like a child cuddled a stuffed animal, but Sara was too afraid to cuddle with Celeste. She thought about doing it and blaming the alcohol but she didn't want the sentiment to be lost. As scared as she was of losing Celeste she still wanted her to know how she felt.

Unable to work up the courage Sara clasped her pillow and pulled it close to her chest. She buried her face into it as tears started to run down her face and pool onto the pillow. Sara cried herself to sleep with the thoughts of Celeste still racing through her head, and the guilt of not having the courage to do anything about them.
Sara Weaver
Sandy Coves Inn, Salem, Massachusetts - nightfall

Sara wasn't sure what to say as Celeste headed out into the town in the fading light. Everything had happened so abruptly, Celeste, this Inn, everything! She was feeling emotions she couldn't describe, urges she wasn't sure how to act upon. So as Celeste left the inn Sara remained seated on the counter, quietly on guard, rifle firmly clutched in her arms. She wanted to use this time to think about her feelings towards Celeste, whom to her was still a stranger but after an hour of sitting on the counter she started to stir in an attempt to keep herself awake. Sara was still exhausted from the trip down here but she made an obligation to stand watch at the door, no matter how comfortable her bed may have sounded right now.

Unfortunately it only took her a few minutes longer until her eyes had become too heavy to focus and she drifted off to sleep, slumped against the wall with thoughts of Celeste lingering in her head. Sara had lost all sense of time while she slept and it was only when Celeste returned that she awoke, quickly wiping the crust from her eyes and clearing the drool from around her mouth. She tried to play it off like nothing happened but Sara was obviously still clawing out of the miasma of a well needed rest.

Sara stiffened her posture and moved herself to the edge of the counter, her legs dangling off the side with her rifle lying across her lap. “Oh! Hey Celeste! Sorry I think I drifted off for a few minutes?” Sara paused to fully evaluate her surroundings and realized that from the dwindling light and drop in temperature that she was out for much longer than she originally thought. Embarrassed Sara stood up from the counter. “I'm going to head back to my room if you want to talk about your night.”

On her way back the hall Sara caught another glimpse of Celeste, she looked amazing and Sara stopped herself for a moment while she worked up the nerve to say something to her. With cheeks red from embarrassment Sara made a comment to her. “You're looking beautiful tonight. What I wouldn't give for a woman like you….” Sara froze after speaking, not fully realizing what she said until it was already said. Her head was still clouded by sleep, impairing her inhibitions. After she spoke she didn't want to wait for Celeste to respond, she already had an idea of what she would say anyway and she was thoroughly flustered now, to the point that she felt like crying.

With as much composure she could muster Sara headed back to her room, propping her rifle alongside be doorway. She left the door open and sat down on her bed, fidgeting with her pack of cigarettes until she finally got one free. Leaning out the window she sparked the cigarette, hoping that it and the cool evening air would help calm her down and ease her trembling.
Sara Weaver
Sandy Coves Inn, Salem, Massachusetts - late afternoon to early evening

Even though she said that she'd protect Celeste and her property. Sara wasn't anticipating the emotions she would feel when people actually turned to her for guidance. Her closest memory of such a feeling was when she was still running with her crew back west, but things were different now. She wanted to protect this place, and these two women. Celeste and Brandy weren't raiders, they hadn't bathed in blood like Sara had, their hearts were still pure and Sara didn't want to see that change. For whatever reason she cherished them for it but she couldn't piece together why. Either way she would act on her promise. Even if the rest of Salem was a shithole to Sara Celeste's Inn was worth fighting for.

“We'll be alright guys...I promise.” Sara walked over to Celeste and put an arm around her shoulders, while her other arm held her rifle with the barrel pointing towards the floor. “I'll hang out up here until things settle down. How's that sound?” She tried to set Celeste's mind at ease with a friendly and extremely unfamiliar grin. Before she let go of Celeste she rubbed her shoulder ever so gently and crawled up on the counter.

With her back against the wall Sara sat with one leg extended out on the counter, and the other bent resting on her foot, with her rifle rested across her chest at the ready for anyone that came into the lobby. Sara felt really weird after she comforted Celeste, almost like she was going to puke but she also felt an exhilarating sensation throughout her entire body that caused her to smile with the most genuine grin she could remember having. “I'll stay here as long as you need me to.” Sara said with a reassuring tone, almost as if she expected Celeste to not believe her. After all Sara had become well accustomed to people going back on their word the moment it became inconvenient for them.

Eliza Weaver
S&W Weaponry, Salem, Massachusetts - mid to late afternoon

Eliza was still physically and mentally exhausted and with the effects of the stimpak starting to kick in she felt even groggier. Although she had found a small comfort in the fact that her leg had already started to feel better, it was being able to lay in Shelby's bed, her body melting into her sheets. She'd wanted to experience this moment since they departed from each other.

“I'm feeling really hot Shelby, so unless you have something extremely light for me to wear I think I'll just stick with this blanket.” Eliza cracked a little smirk as she pulled her top off and threw it alongside Shelby's bed, exposing her breasts but Eliza didn't seem to care. At this point she was too hot to care, and as much as she wanted to sleep with Shelby she wasn't going to be able to if she couldn't cool down for at least a little bit.

Eliza barely reacted to the sound of Waylon yelling up the stairs to Shelby. Even with the sounds of him coming up the stairs with a supposed guest she didn't make an effort to cover her exposed chest. Eliza didn't like to wear clothes, a trait she'd carried since she was young. So if she was going to be living with Shelby and Waylon than he was going to see them sooner rather than later. It was at the sight of their company that Eliza second guessed her decision and pulled the blanket up just enough to cover herself. “I'm sorry, I'm still really out of it.” Eliza's face was starting to blush, and she just wished she could hide her face in Shelby's arms like an embarrassed child. “Thank you for taking care of my horse. We've been through alot together. I take it you're familiar with them?”
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