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do you fly in the day, darling
[A June catch-all! Pick an option and say hello, or start something more specific in the comments. Hit me up on plurk if you want a specific starter!]
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A Just another Saturday night out, Nancy's lips painted blood red and staining the side of her low-ball glass. Her legs are crossed at the ankles, black pumps and fishnets on full display under her short leather skirt. It's a night out, another night working. People around here knew who she was, what she offered. It was easier in supernatural bars, Nancy knew, to find vampires looking for a feeding, or even just a john wanting some company.
She props an elbow up on the bar, and looks down the the way, eyes peeled for any familiar, or unfamiliar, face. She'll just try not to think about how great it would be to be watching Netflix right now instead of work.
B Do you believe in fate, baby, ask me, ask me, the music played in her earbuds as Nancy jogged in place at a cross-walk. Trainers on her feet and hair pulled up in a pony-tail, she was doing her usual exercise routine. Always good to be fast on your feet, she'd learned as a child, and running was a great way to keep that up. Even if she had ways to get away, her feet were still just as important.
Besides, there was something relaxing about running, she'd found. She could shove the world away and concentrate on the music and running and the city. She'd found her way down to the Thames, and was running on the paths near it, past youths with skateboards and graffiti'd walls, business men grabbing a bite to eat right outside the Globe. It was astounding the way the culture and history blended together so seamlessly. She'd never get over that.
The light turned green, and on she ran.
C Choose your own! Private starters in the comments.
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A Just another Saturday night out, Nancy's lips painted blood red and staining the side of her low-ball glass. Her legs are crossed at the ankles, black pumps and fishnets on full display under her short leather skirt. It's a night out, another night working. People around here knew who she was, what she offered. It was easier in supernatural bars, Nancy knew, to find vampires looking for a feeding, or even just a john wanting some company.
She props an elbow up on the bar, and looks down the the way, eyes peeled for any familiar, or unfamiliar, face. She'll just try not to think about how great it would be to be watching Netflix right now instead of work.
B Do you believe in fate, baby, ask me, ask me, the music played in her earbuds as Nancy jogged in place at a cross-walk. Trainers on her feet and hair pulled up in a pony-tail, she was doing her usual exercise routine. Always good to be fast on your feet, she'd learned as a child, and running was a great way to keep that up. Even if she had ways to get away, her feet were still just as important.
Besides, there was something relaxing about running, she'd found. She could shove the world away and concentrate on the music and running and the city. She'd found her way down to the Thames, and was running on the paths near it, past youths with skateboards and graffiti'd walls, business men grabbing a bite to eat right outside the Globe. It was astounding the way the culture and history blended together so seamlessly. She'd never get over that.
The light turned green, and on she ran.
C Choose your own! Private starters in the comments.
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"Think I'd like to avoid any ghost nuts if I go looking, though. Supposedly, them supernatural shows have gotten pretty popular, but all the ones I've ever seen are a bunch of twenty to thirty year olds running around in the dark and yelling."
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"Gotcha. I've seen a few episodes of Not Natural." The show about the two brothers in the t-bird. "But I think you should be okay. Or go at night." Casually, like everyone broke into cemeteries at night.
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"Okay, so we've talked the tower and a cemetery. What about beaches, any good ones around here for a day trip?" Might as well get some sightseeing advice while he could. Maybe Clive would enjoy a visit (though honestly, it seemed a bit doubtful that someone who lived in London all their life wouldn't at least have cherry-picked some of these places for themselves on a weekend or two).
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Okay, moment over. That was the last even semi-negative thing he was going to say about his hometown. "...But other than that, it's great! I miss the food."
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"yeah? what's your favorite?"
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Clearly he felt strongly about this if he was lapsing into Japanese. What was he even talking about at this point.
"I always take folks to Osaka Castle, and Osaka Tower's always nice on a sunny day. Oh, we've got Fushimi Inari Shrine. It's got a ton of these big red torii gates that tourists always like. Shitennoji Temple's pretty popular, too, and then there's Soribashi Bridge... It's tough to pick any one I like best, though!"
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Laughing, she shrugged. "There's no pressure to pick a favorite," she said honestly, "If you really can't. It sounds absolutely beautiful."
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Only fair, after all, since Nancy had been so helpful. And played along with him talking a mile a minute.
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it seemed a fair way to go about. not that Nancy had ever left the Island in her life. and doubted that she would. still... "I promised my friend Stiles I'd visit him in California first. but I'll visit you next. how does that sound?"
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Maybe it was difficult to convey just how much snow the north was used to getting, i.e. a lot.
"Oh, you know Stiles? Kind of a weirdo, right? When I found him, he was stuck in a storm drain."
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"Skip Hokkaido in the winter, got it. Though, I do love snow." It never stayed long here, and if it did, it was rain. She laughs along with him, though, because the mental image is just perfect.
"Hey! Stiles is a great guy. Yes... A little weird. He was my date to the ball." Not a date-date, mind you. They just went together.
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Did Nancy ditch Stiles at the ball. Was that what happened.
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"I bet he was just dyin' to get in. Hope he ain't get in too much trouble." Because somehow Heiji couldn't imagine Stiles crashing a party and not getting caught.
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"I mean, he's still alive."
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"Come to think of it, I been meeting a lot of Americans recently. I guess it figures, since London's got so many tourists and out-of-towners and such." Of which Heiji was one, really.
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"Me, too." So her best friend was Canadian. Close enough, right? "Summer's start of tourist season. You get used to it."
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"I guess ya do. First time I got here, I thought someone was throwin' a festival and I didn't get the memo."
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"You're a funny guy, Heiji," she says with a laugh, her ponytail bobbing slightly as she turns towards him. "Next time there is one, I'll throw you a memo, how's that?"
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K...FC? Like the fast food chicken place?
Yes.
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The big celebration for Fagin was Hanukah, despite being Fae. Christmas, their dinners tended to be take-out chinese. But they had them, anyway, as many of the boys weren't Jewish. It was only fair.
"That sounds standard for me. Christmas is always Chinese food- I was raised Jewish, so it's just a quick dinner with the boys that celebrate it."
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He brightened as Nancy mentioned Chinese food for Christmas. "Oh, I heard about that! 'Cause they're the places that're still open on Christmas. Who're the 'boys', though?"
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