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Characters: Wendy and Gawain
Date/Time: Evening/Sept 15
Location: On the streets/Lincoln, Nebraska
Rating: TBD but probably PG-13 at least
Warnings: Language with a possibility of violence
Summary: Premature revelation



Her sisters were on the move, but she was stuck in fucking Lincoln. She needed to get north, but that damn security camera picked her up and now she was having to delay leaving. These yokel cops would grow bored soon enough and then she could boost a car and hit the road. Meanwhile, she hoped Vivien wasn't going to be too pissed.

Amazingly enough, though her description had been plastered all over the local news she hadn't been stopped once for questioning. Maybe it was that she didn't act guilty. She wasn't. She had only been doing as her nature demanded. See? It was natural. Nod, nod. She's had to stifle those urges for the moment if she wanted to continue on which sucked! But there she was, wearing clothing bought with stolen money and snapping away on a piece of gum as she headed for the convenience store to buy a pack of smokes with that stolen money. Damn but those old folks were rich!


[*lyrics: Ludo - Love Me Dead]

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She burst out of the door not long after him startling the same said smokers but the waves of influence coming off of her sends them immediately into a frenzy of violence and lust.

"You!" She wasn't talking to the smokers.

[greengawain.insanejournal.com]

He heard her shouting behind him, but continued running out of the parking lot and back to the street. If he could get back to the bookstore, he might stand a chance ....

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She couldn't leave the power build up she was getting here on the off chance she could run him down and set him off. She snarled in frustration as inside and outside the bar was turning into a Bacchanal.

"We aren't done." It wasn't loud and it didn't carry. It was a promise she made to herself.

[greengawain.insanejournal.com]

Gawain did not stop running until he reached the bookstore. Looking in all directions to ensure Wendy had not followed him, he briskly unlocked the door, stepped inside, and then slid a small but sturdy bookcase behind the door to brace it--not that doing so would necessarily deter a being with Wendy's power, but it seemed worth a try.

Only then did Gawain collapse into the chair behind the desk and start gasping in the darkened sanctuary of his bookstore. Meanwhile Darius hopped down from the counter and into his lap, meowing inquisitively. Gawain chuckled between gasps and stroked his feline friend. He always enjoyed these moments, but tonight they seemed all the more precious. He had not been able to find out what Wendy's connection to the godling business was, but frankly he didn't care at the moment. There were more important concerns at hand.

For example, once he caught his breath, he intended to contact Nimue to see if she was alright.