On the street where you live
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Characters: Apollo, Melpomene
Date/Time: Tuesday, December 20th. 5pm
Location: Apollo's home
Rating: Probably nothing too obscene, PG-13 at the worst.
Warnings: Mel on a down swing, so some melancholy
Summary: Melpomene shows up on Apollo's door step after deciding to take him up on his offer.
Seattle was cold. She didn't like it one little bit. It kept bringing her spirit low. And even when her mood turned upwards, she didn't get very high. Not even the patchy sunlight could brighten up the world enough from it's dull grey of winter. It was just enough to keep going, one foot in front of the other.
She checked the house numbers vaguely. She thought about the fish from that movie that had to keep repeating an address so she wouldn't forget it.. That's what her brain felt like at the moment. P. Sherman 42 Wallaby Way... no wait...
She sat down on someone's front porch. Maybe if she just sat for a minute and hid her face from the cold, she could talk herself into asking directions. Her duffel bag shifting off her shoulder, she brought her knees up to her chest and folded her arms across them, making a nice dark hole for her face. It was still cold. She didn't want to move. Ever.
Date/Time: Tuesday, December 20th. 5pm
Location: Apollo's home
Rating: Probably nothing too obscene, PG-13 at the worst.
Warnings: Mel on a down swing, so some melancholy
Summary: Melpomene shows up on Apollo's door step after deciding to take him up on his offer.
Seattle was cold. She didn't like it one little bit. It kept bringing her spirit low. And even when her mood turned upwards, she didn't get very high. Not even the patchy sunlight could brighten up the world enough from it's dull grey of winter. It was just enough to keep going, one foot in front of the other.
She checked the house numbers vaguely. She thought about the fish from that movie that had to keep repeating an address so she wouldn't forget it.. That's what her brain felt like at the moment. P. Sherman 42 Wallaby Way... no wait...
She sat down on someone's front porch. Maybe if she just sat for a minute and hid her face from the cold, she could talk herself into asking directions. Her duffel bag shifting off her shoulder, she brought her knees up to her chest and folded her arms across them, making a nice dark hole for her face. It was still cold. She didn't want to move. Ever.
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