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tampered2007-10-26 10:22 pm
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Log; Ongoing
When; Oct 26th, evening.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Kitty Jones (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kittyjones) and Bartimaeus (djinni_tricks)
Summary; After Ptolemy's death, Kitty has to track down her friend to stop him doing something stupid. Blood-bath stupid.
Log;
It was dark outside, probably getting close to midnight, but Kitty had stopped paying attention to the time a while ago. At the moment everything seemed like a blur, the past few hours, the past few days, all melding into a huge swirl of angry mobs and bonfires and witches and her not being quite sure how she was involved in it all. It wasn't helped by the fact that she could barely walk in a straight line.
As she stumbled down one of the many backstreets of the City she clutched her hand to her side, where she was bleeding profusely from a wound, whilst at the same time she tried to ignore another throbbing pain in her head. She'd been in the middle of the fight with the Resistance when she'd heard that... that Ptolemy was...
No. She took a deep breath, and wiped the sweat from her brow. No time to think about that now. Because she knew for a fact that if she started dwelling on what had happened to the boy, she'd be utterly useless. She was enough of a wreck as it was, without an emotional breakdown. She had to concentrate. She had to find Bartimaeus. Before he hurt someone, or before he was-- stop thinking like that. Kitty shook herself mentally. Falling apart was the worst thing she could do know.
"Bartimaeus!" Kitty's voice echoed through the blackness of the alleyway, and she had to bite her lip to stop a wave of sudden emptiness rush through her. Ptolemy's dead. Ptolemy's dead. They killed him. They killed him. "Bartimaeus, I know you're here! Let me talk to you!" She broke off suddenly, to cough bloodily into her hand, her face screwing up in pain. But she refused to give up. She wasn't going to let another one of her friends die over this curse.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Kitty Jones (
kittyjones) and Bartimaeus (djinni_tricks)Summary; After Ptolemy's death, Kitty has to track down her friend to stop him doing something stupid. Blood-bath stupid.
Log;
It was dark outside, probably getting close to midnight, but Kitty had stopped paying attention to the time a while ago. At the moment everything seemed like a blur, the past few hours, the past few days, all melding into a huge swirl of angry mobs and bonfires and witches and her not being quite sure how she was involved in it all. It wasn't helped by the fact that she could barely walk in a straight line.
As she stumbled down one of the many backstreets of the City she clutched her hand to her side, where she was bleeding profusely from a wound, whilst at the same time she tried to ignore another throbbing pain in her head. She'd been in the middle of the fight with the Resistance when she'd heard that... that Ptolemy was...
No. She took a deep breath, and wiped the sweat from her brow. No time to think about that now. Because she knew for a fact that if she started dwelling on what had happened to the boy, she'd be utterly useless. She was enough of a wreck as it was, without an emotional breakdown. She had to concentrate. She had to find Bartimaeus. Before he hurt someone, or before he was-- stop thinking like that. Kitty shook herself mentally. Falling apart was the worst thing she could do know.
"Bartimaeus!" Kitty's voice echoed through the blackness of the alleyway, and she had to bite her lip to stop a wave of sudden emptiness rush through her. Ptolemy's dead. Ptolemy's dead. They killed him. They killed him. "Bartimaeus, I know you're here! Let me talk to you!" She broke off suddenly, to cough bloodily into her hand, her face screwing up in pain. But she refused to give up. She wasn't going to let another one of her friends die over this curse.