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birthright_rpg2013-09-23 11:54 pm
holiday_pirner) wrote in birthright_rpg2013-09-23 11:54 pm
What They Appear
She had woken up late, still a little fuzzy headed from the night before. Her first task upon waking was to down a bottle of water, then flop in front of the television and try not to revisit previous events.
After a good amount of vegetating, Holly had made herself some dinner. The brunette was too lazy to change out of her pajamas, so she just pretended she had the confidence to make fuzzy bunnies fashionable. She lugged the full bag of garbage down three flights of stairs and out back.
"Shit, where do they keep the bins?"
This was her first time throwing out trash in her new apartment, and it was hard to orientate herself in the pitch darkness. She grabbed her lighter, flicking it to illuminate her way. It wasn't until after the black bag had been discarded when she heard the noise.
The scuffing of shoes against concrete as they neared her. Holly whirled around.
After a good amount of vegetating, Holly had made herself some dinner. The brunette was too lazy to change out of her pajamas, so she just pretended she had the confidence to make fuzzy bunnies fashionable. She lugged the full bag of garbage down three flights of stairs and out back.
"Shit, where do they keep the bins?"
This was her first time throwing out trash in her new apartment, and it was hard to orientate herself in the pitch darkness. She grabbed her lighter, flicking it to illuminate her way. It wasn't until after the black bag had been discarded when she heard the noise.
The scuffing of shoes against concrete as they neared her. Holly whirled around.
no subject
Her voice was flat. She closed her eyes, mentally and physically steadying herself. Ten seconds, and she was looking at him again.
"Who exactly are you?"
There begged the question why a stranger would be watching her, why he would be armed with a crossbow, and why he sounded stuck between an American and a British accent.
"Oh, god. You work for them, don't you?"
no subject
He said it without inflection. He had nothing against the Council, but their methods were not his methods. He took his hand away from her shoulder, put the cigarette back into his mouth. Bluish smoke escaped from his nostrils as he drew in smoke and then exhaled.
"I have a private party interested in your safety and well-being." Again, his voice was calm, nearly without tone. He had been a soldier for a long time, both professionally and privately. It tended to dull the emotions.
"I wasn't supposed to make contact, but I wanted to make sure he hadn't seriously injured you."
no subject
The secondhand smoke was sort of calming, at least. "Well, mine's Holly. You already know that, of course." The brunette touched her face.
"How bad is it? Am I deformed?"