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undergrounds2017-09-05 04:41 pm
thelastjoy) wrote in undergrounds2017-09-05 04:41 pm
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Kissing Frogs; Curse Catch-All
September 7th
Girl has a lot on her plate, with the full moon passing and Katherine's plans on the horizon. She's not sure what she thinks about Katherine's big idea; she doesn't want to rock the boat, especially after hiding what she'd done for Jo, but the thought of biting anyone makes her squirm. Her doubts about it are buzzing around her head as she walks from the school toward the den, eyes on her scuffed shoes instead of on her surroundings.
Bumping into someone isn't be a big deal, she's done it dozens of times since moving to the city. She stumbles to the left, flattening herself against a building and turns to apologize. "Sorry! Really, I'm sorry. Wasn't watchin' where I-"
There's no one standing there, even though she knew she'd just hit someone. There is, however, a frog sitting on the sidewalk. As well as what's she's pretty sure was the stranger's clothes.
"What the hell."
Late September
Frogs. For once she isn't worried about wolf problems but about frogs.But all she's got to do is just avoid touching anyone until this was over. Pretend to have a cold at school so the other students would avoid her. Warn off all her less than human friends from touching her. Spend more time at the warehouse than the den and at home. Just avoid setting off the curse at all. It's a simple solution. And it's getting very old, very fast.
Girl would have never called herself touch starved before, but having to keep her hands to herself is making her irritable. Going out makes her nervous of hitting someone again, but she can't just stay in all day in the vain hopes of this thing blowing over. So Girl runs out to the only supernaturally inclined book store she knows of trying to find a cure. She takes it to the park after midnight, to an abandoned parking lot where she can set up candles, to river side with a crudely carved wooden frog-anything that she can try to break the curse. So what if jumping on one leg and saying stuff backwards doesn't work and earns her some strange looks? At least she's trying.
Girl has a lot on her plate, with the full moon passing and Katherine's plans on the horizon. She's not sure what she thinks about Katherine's big idea; she doesn't want to rock the boat, especially after hiding what she'd done for Jo, but the thought of biting anyone makes her squirm. Her doubts about it are buzzing around her head as she walks from the school toward the den, eyes on her scuffed shoes instead of on her surroundings.
Bumping into someone isn't be a big deal, she's done it dozens of times since moving to the city. She stumbles to the left, flattening herself against a building and turns to apologize. "Sorry! Really, I'm sorry. Wasn't watchin' where I-"
There's no one standing there, even though she knew she'd just hit someone. There is, however, a frog sitting on the sidewalk. As well as what's she's pretty sure was the stranger's clothes.
"What the hell."
Late September
Frogs. For once she isn't worried about wolf problems but about frogs.But all she's got to do is just avoid touching anyone until this was over. Pretend to have a cold at school so the other students would avoid her. Warn off all her less than human friends from touching her. Spend more time at the warehouse than the den and at home. Just avoid setting off the curse at all. It's a simple solution. And it's getting very old, very fast.
Girl would have never called herself touch starved before, but having to keep her hands to herself is making her irritable. Going out makes her nervous of hitting someone again, but she can't just stay in all day in the vain hopes of this thing blowing over. So Girl runs out to the only supernaturally inclined book store she knows of trying to find a cure. She takes it to the park after midnight, to an abandoned parking lot where she can set up candles, to river side with a crudely carved wooden frog-anything that she can try to break the curse. So what if jumping on one leg and saying stuff backwards doesn't work and earns her some strange looks? At least she's trying.
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