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undergrounds2015-09-08 08:56 pm
stauncherhearted) wrote in undergrounds2015-09-08 08:56 pm
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excuse me if i seem a little unimpressed with this
[Once more into the catch-all, this time, September! Have a few generic starters. Specific ones are in the comments. Ask and ye shall receive etc.]
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Option A
GUESS WHO WASN'T CURSED! If you guessed Nancy, well, congratulations! You're right! The last full-moon and come and gone, taking with it the last of the invisible weight that had sat on her shoulders since Lammas. With the lifting of the curse, her plans to return to work were back in full-force. Maybe, just maybe, she'd have a normal month this time.
With the winter closing in on them as the harvest started, Nancy knew her nights of actually working outside were numbered. It rained rather than snowed in the winter, but it could still get mighty chilly, and given how she chose to style herself for work, indoors was something she preferred in the winter.
So come November, Nancy would be back to Three Cripples and the Jolly Roger. But for now, she was sticking to her usual haunts, prefering to keep herself in territory where she was welcome. She had friends in high places amongst many of the vampires now, and given her particular specialty, she didn't feel particularly in danger whenever she was in the Hillingdon territories. Ideally, she'd be able to avoid all of Redbright's territories, but she knew that was growing more and more unlikely.
Well. At least with the Unseelie coming into power, things should be different.
Option B
Highgate Cemetary was not a usual place for people to spend time. Not in the world of normal humans. For witches, vampires, ghosts, it seemed standard. There were countless tales devoted to the damned haunting graveyards, and Highgate was no different. Being so old and so large, there were thousands upon thousands of opportunities for ghost stories.
Good thing Nancy wasn't afraid of no ghost.
The tourists dwindled away the later it got, which was when Nancy appeared. Sneakers laced up, hoodie on and ponytail up, Nancy took off, jogging down the paths, towards some of her favorite locales. The graveyard was haunting. But more than that, it was beautiful. Peaceful.
Option C
The fae's words rang in her ears: it's been thirteen years, you know how to pay your dues. That had been how long ago? It couldn't have been more than a few hours, by Nancy's guess, but now she'd lost track of time.
It didn't matter, really. Not tonight.
A pint in front of her, Nancy had already finished two, and had given the bartender specific instructions not to stop filling her up until she said. Or until she couldn't walk home, but that was neither here nor there.
It was pathetic, honestly. Sitting in the corner of a bar, subtly trying to hide a swelling eye as she drank pint after pint. This was the part of her life, more than the prostitution, that she tried to keep hidden from people. That she'd worked hard to avoid having to talk about last month. That she preferred to forget ever happened.
Never it never be said that her father was a good, gentle man.
Option D
Wildcard. Do the thing.
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Option A
GUESS WHO WASN'T CURSED! If you guessed Nancy, well, congratulations! You're right! The last full-moon and come and gone, taking with it the last of the invisible weight that had sat on her shoulders since Lammas. With the lifting of the curse, her plans to return to work were back in full-force. Maybe, just maybe, she'd have a normal month this time.
With the winter closing in on them as the harvest started, Nancy knew her nights of actually working outside were numbered. It rained rather than snowed in the winter, but it could still get mighty chilly, and given how she chose to style herself for work, indoors was something she preferred in the winter.
So come November, Nancy would be back to Three Cripples and the Jolly Roger. But for now, she was sticking to her usual haunts, prefering to keep herself in territory where she was welcome. She had friends in high places amongst many of the vampires now, and given her particular specialty, she didn't feel particularly in danger whenever she was in the Hillingdon territories. Ideally, she'd be able to avoid all of Redbright's territories, but she knew that was growing more and more unlikely.
Well. At least with the Unseelie coming into power, things should be different.
Option B
Highgate Cemetary was not a usual place for people to spend time. Not in the world of normal humans. For witches, vampires, ghosts, it seemed standard. There were countless tales devoted to the damned haunting graveyards, and Highgate was no different. Being so old and so large, there were thousands upon thousands of opportunities for ghost stories.
Good thing Nancy wasn't afraid of no ghost.
The tourists dwindled away the later it got, which was when Nancy appeared. Sneakers laced up, hoodie on and ponytail up, Nancy took off, jogging down the paths, towards some of her favorite locales. The graveyard was haunting. But more than that, it was beautiful. Peaceful.
Option C
The fae's words rang in her ears: it's been thirteen years, you know how to pay your dues. That had been how long ago? It couldn't have been more than a few hours, by Nancy's guess, but now she'd lost track of time.
It didn't matter, really. Not tonight.
A pint in front of her, Nancy had already finished two, and had given the bartender specific instructions not to stop filling her up until she said. Or until she couldn't walk home, but that was neither here nor there.
It was pathetic, honestly. Sitting in the corner of a bar, subtly trying to hide a swelling eye as she drank pint after pint. This was the part of her life, more than the prostitution, that she tried to keep hidden from people. That she'd worked hard to avoid having to talk about last month. That she preferred to forget ever happened.
Never it never be said that her father was a good, gentle man.
Option D
Wildcard. Do the thing.