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undergrounds2015-06-01 05:01 pm
stauncherhearted) wrote in undergrounds2015-06-01 05:01 pm
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do you fly in the day, darling
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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.
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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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She moves from her spot again, back to the kitchen to pour them each a cup of tea, before setting them on a tray with milk and sugar and bringing it into the living room. She set the tray down on the coffee table and handed Pel her mug, first.
"C'mon then. Tell me what happened, if you can. I won't say anything until you're done, and you have my word, I won't laugh." She perches back next to Pel, just as her cat, Juliet, peeks her head around from Nancy's bedroom and decides the noise is something to investigate.
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"I got...mixed up in a bad sort of group a while back. Mostly witches my age, wanting to really change things. At first it was just, I don't know, philosophy. Talking about things we already knew we agreed on. A little dark magic, but nothing daft."
A deep breath.
"Then someone found a spell so far above everyone's power it wasn't really ever going to work. I don't know how she convinced everyone it was a good idea. It was stupid. They were going to summon and sacrifice a fae. It was supposed to...you know, it doesn't matter what it was supposed to do, because it probably wouldn't have worked even if they'd been as powerful as they thought they were. And it's not the point, anyway. Point is, they were away in the head and I thought I needed to put an end to it before we all got murdered by the fae. So I went in and interrupted the ritual and freed the fae they'd summoned. Now they're all feeling scundered and want to make sure I don't tell anyone."
She huffs out her breath. There. It's not all that bad after all, is it?
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"You were going to summon and sacrifice a Fae?" There's a hard note in her voice as she looks at Pel. "They're bloody idiots." Summoning a Fae was how she'd wound up in Fagin's care, and she wasn't about to suggest anyone do it ever. EVER.
But she couldn't very well yell about this right now. Pel had the right idea, and she said so. "No, you did the right thing." And just told someone. "If these witches are willing to sacrifice a Fae, though..." Things were not looking up for her friend.