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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]

Threaded | Flat

He needed a walk outside. Work had been busy, and he had been reliving moments from his dreams all day long. Being a Knight of the Goddess, he was used to dreaming about women, both mortal and divine, in a variety of situations. Frenzied laughter, a tangle of gossamer gowns, and an ineffable sense of dread when he beheld these dream women, however, led to many a restless night--and afternoon--the last few days. News of the riot at the local retirement center only increased his tension. He had better watch out for himself and for those he loved.

As he approached a convenience store on the sidewalk, he noticed a tall, lanky redhead approaching from the opposite direction. Even in the light rain that was falling this evening, she had a presence that made him stop dead in his tracks. He felt his heart racing. Was this what he had been expecting?

She watched him seemingly head for the fight with an eagerness, anticipating the power about to be unleashed then gaped as he turned away from them. A sneer formed on her lips quickly after and she slammed the drink, placing the glass back on the bar with a clunk. "..son of a bitch.." Apparently these godlings were harder nuts to crack than she thought.

The bruiser was still yelling at the girl who was sobbing and shouting back from the floor. This had to escalate and now! There were plenty of other guys watching with a lot less willpower than "Nigel" there.