! because ice cream has healing powers `sometimes.

[angie clarke]

With the world in chaos, and war becoming a regular thing, there was nothing that Evangeline Clarke wanted more than an ice cream cone. She was extremely stressed and worried, not just because the economy was slowly slipping into ruins, but because she knew entirely too many people that were willing to step up and fight for the cause. Losing someone to the Opposition wasn't something that Angie really wanted to do. She was scared enough that the United States would be taken over. And to think that her friends, her loved ones, could be caught in the crossfire of this war was entirely too much to handle. But there was a temporary fix to all of these stupid, awkward questions. One thing that could ease her mind, at least for a moment.

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One cookies and cream cone, please." A smile erupted on Angie's face as she said these words, already feeling better just knowing that she would soon be lost in chocolaty cookie goodness. Unfortunately, it seemed to take forever to get her simple, small cone fixed just right. The person behind the counter looked fairly new, which was odd to Angie, since she hadn't met very many people who were psyched about work when there was a full scale war going on outside their back doors. But, she supposed, that other people were just like her, trying to find a distraction.

It was from the corner of her eye that she saw them. Opposition soldiers, obviously. Fear and panic once again decided to fill Evangeline's mind, but this time, she was more fearful of herself than anyone else. At that precise moment, Angie was sporting her latest fashion ensemble, a baby blue halter dress, and she looked so out of place in her small town. Actually, she looked like a big city reporter who just recently moved to Dovington, but that wasn't the case. Would they even care? That was a question that Angie found running through her mind. She knew that they hated all of humanity, probably including themselves, and that meant that they weren't going to just exclude a pretty face from dieing if that meant they could rule the country. And if either of them had ever bothered to flip through a fashion magazine, they probably recognized her. What better way to send a message than to kill one of the most famous names in the world? Evangeline Clarke was the perfect target.

It was then, as all these thoughts seemed to take over her mind, that Angie noticed she wasn't breathing. She had been too shocked to even think, let alone breathe. But as she finally let out a breathe, something shuffled behind her, and a familiar bell's ring seemed to come out of nowhere. Someone else had ventured inside the little ice cream parlor. At least she wasn't alone. Angie seemed to snap back into reality at that precise moment, realizing that she was holding in her hand, the ice cream cone she had asked for. It suddenly didn't seem so great, as though her quest for ice cream had only betrayed the girl. She hadn't even remembered paying, but the guy who had been manning the counter was no where in sight, and her ice cream was oozing over the napkin, and down her arm. As though she had been holding it for entirely too long.

Closing her eyes, Angie tried to take another breath, slow and unalarming, and as she did so, she turned her body towards the parlor's doorway, hoping that whoever else had entered wasn't some psychotic Opposition member, blocking her in the building. Sure, they were crazy, but this was an ice cream parlor. Would they really try anything in a place as busy as ..

Angie's eyes scanned the room quickly, noticing how few people there were in the building. Aside from the Opposition soldiers she had noticed earlier, there was only one other person .. The one standing just two feet from the door. But as Angie walked closer, she noticed that this person wasn't nearly as tan as an Opposition member. And while she couldn't see their face, because the sun was currently shining in her eyes, blocking her view, Angie was certain that they were from Dovington. Or, more importantly rather, they weren't the enemy.

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post status complete!
word count 827 words, sucky&random.
music honey and the moon - joseph arthur.
tag savannah fletcher & smyth warner.
comments woahhh! sorry so long & crappy. <3

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[savannah rose fletcher]

&& hey, wanna hear a joke? your life...

One long rush. That was what anyone who spotted Savannah's life from afar would call it. She spent all day in the office and the night before was spent out on a little 'investigation.' Sav knew she was onto something. Yeah, she did that pretty often. Only problem now? She hadn't slept in what felt like ages. Her makeup was slightly smudged from the little nap she'd taken in her car after she'd dropped in at The Backlot Offices. She'd hung out to chat with Aleah for a few minutes and discuss what she was onto. Leah said she'd do a little bit of investigation herself. There were a lot of suspicious people in Dovington. Savannah's job was to take away their secret identities.

To reward herself for another little mystery solved, Sav decided to drop by Flavors Ice Cream and grab one of her favorite treats. She already had a Styrofoam cup of coffee in one hand. She was dressed in a little white sundress with tiny pink flowers on it. Her over-sized sunglasses covered most of the smudged made up face. Her expression was gone. She didn't want to think about the other things that had happened when she'd stopped over at the offices. She'd spotted him. She had no energy for a healthy debate today though. No, Sav was too drained to confront the one she always had energy to confront.

She still remembered that look on Danial's face. It was almost expecting. It was beckoning her to come talk to him. She ran a hand through her dark, messy locks. She opened the door to the ice cream shop and heard a little ding when the door swung back closed behind her. Forget Dan for now. Go celebrate Sav. She thought as she took a long sip from her coffee cup. She got in line and then noticed the girl in front of her. She heard her order cookies and cream. Yup, it was definitely Evangeline Clarke. overly happy, overly enthusiastic Evangeline. Sav sighed in annoyance.

She stepped up to the counter for her turn. "Mint chip, on a cone." She murmured and placed a hand to her aching temple. She hoped Angie wouldn't engage. Sav didn't have the energy for little miss perky. The person behind the counter handed her the cone. That was when Sav noticed the fearful look on Angie's face and then the disappearance of the man behind the counter. Something's wrong. What's wrong? Sav thought as she followed Angie's gaze to the opposition soldiers.

Shit, shit, shit. A whole night of this crap and now this! Savannah thought and she moved a little closer to Ang. She hated herself for letting things get this far. "Angie Clarke!" She cried out, putting on a very obvious act. "I haven't seen you in ages!" Savannah lied. Hell, she'd seen Evangeline that morning, much to her disliking. Distraction did wonders if they could pretend they were just average people who didn't want trouble, right? "Come on Ang, I'll take you out to lunch. Let's go." Savannah pretended to be just chipper. They could slip out the door no problem, right? There was no need for unnecessary chaos.

Savannah caught Angie's gaze. She smiled wide enough to make it seem like she had no idea of anything in the world going on. Playing dumb had worked for her before. Hell, Sav had spent entire nights in the company of Opposition members simply because they thought she was a stupid waitress with a pretty little smile. These stupid spies weren't drunk though. Sav prayed Angie would take her petty cue. What the hell would happen next? Savannah wished it would happen already. She hated that tinge of anxiety pulling behind her head. She wanted to take care of business and be done.