((And since I'm now on Day 12 again, fuck it, I'm posting.))
As Jaquilyn walked off, a small amount of tension bled off from Iselle's shoulders. The other girl's erratic behavior bothered her more than she had realized. If they had been back at home, Iselle would have sworn that Jaquilyn was high.
She ran a hand over her damp hair. The water would be good for smoothing down any fly-away hairs. It had been a long time since she had even a passing thought about her appearance. Iselle's hand slid down to grasp her braid, giving it a slight tug. The familiar gesture and the quick, sharp pain soothed her nerves.
Nodding in agreement with Alda's statement, she pondered the question. The key to surviving seemed to be in staying together, staying alert, and staying on the move. Iselle sighed before answering. "Okay, I'm all for staying until the rain stops mostly because I don't want to be following on Crazy Jaqui's heels. I don't know exactly what's wrong with her, but the more space between her and us, the better. After that...."
Iselle puffed her lips and exhaled loudly. "After that, I guess we just keep doing what we've been doing. If either one of you two has an idea, I'm willing to listen and go with it. If nobody has a plan right now, we can walk until we get one. Agreed?"
As soon as the rain began to taper off, Iselle exited the game booth and set off.
((Iselle Ovalle-Vandermeer continued in Kill All Motherfuckers