Risa

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Walking and fucking. Diane is pretty sure that her entire life had stopped consisting of anything but those two activities, with short breaks to eat, smoke, drink, and sleep. Sometimes in combination. But walking and fucking are really all Roland seemed interested in doing and while she's enjoying the latter, the former got her to the point where she was about 5 minutes away from breaking one of his legs with a tree branch.

Luckily, the universe decided she didn't need to maim her companion. At least not yet. Because all of the walking had led them here and while it wasn't as good as finding herself back home, it was pretty fucking excellent.

She'd been tagging along with Roland since she'd arrived in...whatever they were calling this place. It kind of needed a name, but in her head she's just been referring to it as the hellscape and so she supposed that was good enough for the time being. Anyway, she's been tagging along because she's terrified and he makes her feel safe and he seems to have a plan which is way better than not having one and really, it's just easier. Easier than being alone here. She's reluctant to admit she actually enjoys his company because that would be a little too honest and she's not in the mood for that much honesty. Yet.

What she is in the mood for is a drink. And maybe a swim later. And definitely some sex. And maybe even a party if she could fine one, which she is pretty sure shouldn't be a problem given what she's seen of this place so far. If they've been trapped in hell until now, it seems like they might have found a tiny piece of heaven and she's going to take it for everything it's worth.

"You can relax and get drunk and enjoy yourself, you know." She taps his leg with her toes from where she's sitting, her umbrella drink nearly empty. "It's good for you."

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[killwithmyheart]

He knew he'd been driving Diane hard in his quest to find a portal. This place was strange and had no Earthly business being here. Everyone seemed happy and relaxed but no one he asked knew anything of a portal. After these days Roland had not lost hope, but he was a bit weary. A drink and a sit might not hurt a bit.

"All right," he said, taking off his boots to feel the sand under his feet. The last time he was on a beach, other than the shore of the mainland, he'd encountered monsters that had damned near eaten him. They did manage to get a bite- evident by the fact he only had 9 toes.