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When; October 30th, evening.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Kitty Jones (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kittyjones), Faye Valentine (glock30)
Summary; Kitty heads over to Faye's place, to give a little medical attention and a whole lot of sarcasm.
Log; It was getting late. The sun was beginning to fade away into the last quiet night the City would have in the month of October. Tomorrow was Halloween, and Kitty had no doubt the streets would be filled with... well, she wasn't entirely sure what they'd be filled with. One could never tell in the City. But her mind wasn't really on candy and costumes.
It really wasn't on candy and costumes.
It wasn't far to walk, Building 8 was right next-door to her own block, but Kitty was in no mood to dawdle. She worried her bottom lip furiously with her teeth, and clenched her hands into fists. She hurried along the streets, not running, but walking at a brisk, fast past that seemed to warn everyone to get the hell out of her way. Her satchel was hastily slung over one shoulder, one buckle not secured in haste, and if a person had walked past her they could hear various thing rustling and clinking within it.
Whilst she was terrible at keeping up with the food shopping, for some reason Kitty was always able to keep a full medicine cabinet. She'd been almost paranoid, preparing for every pain-related eventuality, ever since she... she'd been...
Kitty shook her head. No point thinking about that now. That wouldn't help.
"She better not be drunk," the girl muttered under her breath in an attempt to distract herself. She was, of course, Faye. Faye who had been acting her normal annoying, sarcastic, far too big for her boots self until she let slip that something was... wrong. Faye has said something about a need for First Aid, and for some things to be dressed. Which implied wounds. Which implied something had caused the wounds. Which implied something, whatever the hell it was, had attacked Faye. What if she was -
Again, Kitty shook her head. Wouldn't help. In the slightest.
She was at the apartment now, coming up to the door, and pausing for a moment to compose herself. If she walked in looking like she did now, all flustered and windswept, she'd never live it down from Faye. Drawing in a deep, steadying breath, she straightened the sleeves of her coat and smoothed back her hair with one hand, before knocking on the door. She hoped the knock was brisk, yet casually. If knocks could really be measured in such ways. Probably it was just your average knock.
"Knock, knock, Valentine," she called in a voice somewhat filled with false cheer.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Kitty Jones (
kittyjones), Faye Valentine (glock30)Summary; Kitty heads over to Faye's place, to give a little medical attention and a whole lot of sarcasm.
Log; It was getting late. The sun was beginning to fade away into the last quiet night the City would have in the month of October. Tomorrow was Halloween, and Kitty had no doubt the streets would be filled with... well, she wasn't entirely sure what they'd be filled with. One could never tell in the City. But her mind wasn't really on candy and costumes.
It really wasn't on candy and costumes.
It wasn't far to walk, Building 8 was right next-door to her own block, but Kitty was in no mood to dawdle. She worried her bottom lip furiously with her teeth, and clenched her hands into fists. She hurried along the streets, not running, but walking at a brisk, fast past that seemed to warn everyone to get the hell out of her way. Her satchel was hastily slung over one shoulder, one buckle not secured in haste, and if a person had walked past her they could hear various thing rustling and clinking within it.
Whilst she was terrible at keeping up with the food shopping, for some reason Kitty was always able to keep a full medicine cabinet. She'd been almost paranoid, preparing for every pain-related eventuality, ever since she... she'd been...
Kitty shook her head. No point thinking about that now. That wouldn't help.
"She better not be drunk," the girl muttered under her breath in an attempt to distract herself. She was, of course, Faye. Faye who had been acting her normal annoying, sarcastic, far too big for her boots self until she let slip that something was... wrong. Faye has said something about a need for First Aid, and for some things to be dressed. Which implied wounds. Which implied something had caused the wounds. Which implied something, whatever the hell it was, had attacked Faye. What if she was -
Again, Kitty shook her head. Wouldn't help. In the slightest.
She was at the apartment now, coming up to the door, and pausing for a moment to compose herself. If she walked in looking like she did now, all flustered and windswept, she'd never live it down from Faye. Drawing in a deep, steadying breath, she straightened the sleeves of her coat and smoothed back her hair with one hand, before knocking on the door. She hoped the knock was brisk, yet casually. If knocks could really be measured in such ways. Probably it was just your average knock.
"Knock, knock, Valentine," she called in a voice somewhat filled with false cheer.