(no subject)

[metemmods.insanejournal.com]

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]

Comments

[greengawain.insanejournal.com]

Sensing a connection between Wendy and the ensuing fight, he said, "Cause fights? An aspiring political talk show host, are you?" He took a large swallow of his club soda and extricated himself from her grip.

He strode nonchalantly toward the downed girl and the big guy, as if ready to take on the latter ... but then took a quick turn and crossed to the jukebox in the corner, withdrawing some coins from his pocket.