Now that Andy is back home, and I am starting to incorperate the characters Kurt Sutter has made, I just want to know I'm making them like they are in the series, if they sound off tell me.
As much as Andy liked the blood stains, and broken objects around her house she couldn't keep them there. So she started throwing the large chunks of furniture that were broken onto the curb. She wanted to gather all the items of the house and burn it, but she didn't have the money to rent the truck.
Andy was anything but reckless. She wasn't going to get caught, and she was going to be smart about harming people or things, but she also wasn't going to spend the money that she stole as a teenager either.
She hadn't turned on her water or gas yet, and there was still no cable in the house, which she hadn't minded too much. In prison the TV was either too fuzzy to see something, or broken completely. So she was used to the lack of entertainment, but she did bring out her old radio from her room and set it on the porch playing traditional country music, something that oddly calmed her.
Andy didn't understand it, but a few songs that played on the station she recognized. Most likely one of her foster parents listened to the channel.
The first day she was able to get half of the house done, but the hardest room to do was the Palon's. She wanted to keep something, anything to remind her of what she did. It was going to be something that would make her proud of her actions but would torture her for not hurting them enough.
After a bit all the furniture was gone, now she was dealing with the smaller articles of things. She put papers, clothes, and personal belongings of the Palon's in trash bags and set them near the curb.
The people of Charming couldn't accept the fact that she was back, they had to see it with their own eyes. That explained the constant stream of cars that road down Andy's vacant street. Most of them she would stand tall, with sweat dripping down her forehead from all of her work, glaring as the car drove by.
Today was no different for her; she stood in her white tank top and dark jeans working on the porch. Kicking off the broken bars on her porch or hammering down the stuck up boards.
But instead of adults in the car with their faces pressed against the glass it was a police cruiser. Andy stood up glaring at it, watching as it drove by her house. She stood up and jumped over the porch, jogging forward until she stood in front of the police officer's car. The driver stopped a few feet from her and looked at her through the windshield.
The man got out, putting his arm on the top of the door staring at Andy. He was a younger man, with brown hair and a square jaw.
"I'm Deputy Hale" He nodded towards her.
"I don't give a shit" She replied, "Why the fuck are you here?"
He looked taken aback by her tone; he raised his eyebrow at the woman questioning her. She spread her legs apart a bit and folded her arms in a protective stance.
"I'm just driving by"
"Bullshit" She growled at him, her eyes piercing him. He couldn't stare her in the eye, and instead looked over at his CB in the car.
"I'm a police officer, I'm supposed to look for any signs of trouble" He countered. He squared his shoulders; he looked up catching her glare, losing his momentum.
"You better start looking somewhere else, or your gonna start trouble" She threatened, she tightened her shaking hands tighter to her chest.
"Is that a threat Miss Palon?" Hale asked, his eyes widening at her. He didn't doubt she could hurt him, but he could arrest her for that. But he didn't think he wanted to try.
"No" She growled stepping closer, coming up right behind the opened door. She stood at 5'11" staring down at the shorter man, her lip twitching, and her thoughts raging. "That was a promise."
He slowly got back into his cruiser, watching as she slammed his door for him. She stood at the side of the car letting him drive back down the street away from her home, watching him disappear down the curve before she turned her attention back to the porch.
A few hours later, she thought it was time she ate. It was a good day and a half since her last meal and cigarettes weren't tying her over any longer.
Andy smacked her front and back pockets to make sure her money was in one of them along with her knife, before she started down the cracked sidewalk. It was already late at night, and hard enough for her to see. The street lamps that used to light up her neighborhood hadn't been used for a while, from what she could tell with the spider webs, and rust on the lamp. So she was blindly walking down the street, heading in the direction of town,
The lights on most shops were out, along with any open signs on the small dinners the town had. After looking around on the deserted Main Street, she figured she would try the bar down one of the side roads up near the Grocery store.
She made it to the bar, the neon 'open' sign was half covered by large brick pillars that kept the overhang up.
She walked inside; letting her eyes adjust to the reddish tint the bar gave off and looked around. A jut box sat in the corner, and the wooden tables were mostly used. The bar didn't fall silent, but when most of the people looked at the door there was a lapse in conversation before it hesitantly picked back up again. Andy did notice the quick looks she got from some of the bar-goers.
She went to the corner of the U bar, and sat in a dingy corner with a flickering light over head. She pulled the sunglasses she had on her head to cover her eyes as she took in the people of the bar. The awkward glances were easier to catch now, making her dirt covered face break out in a half-smile.
The bar tender walked over, looking a little hesitant.
"What can I get cha?" She looked nervous flipping her pin straight blond hair over her shoulder and looking at her feet. Andy had a few sarcastic remarks lined up for the girl, but she normally didn't waste her time on sarcasm.
"Two shots of vodka, a bud light, and some peanuts" The girl turned around quickly and started working silently on the order before coming back around, expertly holding the two shots and beer in one hand while the other was holding the peanut dish.
"Is there anything else I can get you?" She asked curiously. Andy guessed she was too young to know about her, if she had she would have left the first opportunity she had. The only reason Andy now gets service around the area was because she had money, and not that much of it.
"When do the buses for Lodi come?" Andy rasped out, her thought about taking out her anger. The girl thought for a second before replying;
"Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturday's at like nine and four" She nodded, thinking over her words and thought they sounded good. The scary woman in front of her nodded and she headed back to the usual's on the other side of the bar.
That's all Andy needs. Something to shoot at.