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tampered2007-12-24 11:49 pm
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Log; On-going
When; December 24, evening (backlogged a bit)
Rating; PG - PG-13, only because, well, Faye's mouth.
Characters; Jet Black (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pa1nt_itblack) & Faye Valentine (glock30)
Summary; The stockings weren't hung by any chimneys with care: mostly because there's nothing there to fill them yet. Faye. Jet. Christmas shopping. Snarking. With a curse. You know it's bound to be awkward.
Log;
She'd thought--maybe, if the universe had decided to bless her with some favorable sort of fortune this year--that her Christmas could've been relatively normal for once. Well... as normal as Christmas could get when you regularly hung out with dead people and were under the employ of someone actually worthy of your respect. The way the world worked these days, really.
But, of course, as it usually was come holidays and traditions, the notion of having anything remotely normal was beyond the level of expectation. In all actuality, she was at least pleased that she wasn't spending this year back on that tin can. One holiday there had been enough--she didn't need any reminders, thank you. That didn't change the fact, however, that once Christmas had rolled around this year, on that tin can or not she was still behind in shopping. Faye had thought that she'd managed to get everyone on her list, only to realize that Edward's name wasn't checked off.
The last thing she wanted to deal with was all Ed and no presents, which explained her current predicament: trudging through the snow. Cold. Smoking. Tired. With Jet Black. Of all the living people in the City, he was the one that she had to get stuck with. Talk about luck. This just wasn't living up to be her twenty-four hours.
She tapped ash off the end of her cigarette with all of this in mind, tugging a black glove down as she did. "What did she say she wanted? Cowboy boots?" she asked, not bothering to look up.
Rating; PG - PG-13, only because, well, Faye's mouth.
Characters; Jet Black (
pa1nt_itblack) & Faye Valentine (glock30)Summary; The stockings weren't hung by any chimneys with care: mostly because there's nothing there to fill them yet. Faye. Jet. Christmas shopping. Snarking. With a curse. You know it's bound to be awkward.
Log;
She'd thought--maybe, if the universe had decided to bless her with some favorable sort of fortune this year--that her Christmas could've been relatively normal for once. Well... as normal as Christmas could get when you regularly hung out with dead people and were under the employ of someone actually worthy of your respect. The way the world worked these days, really.
But, of course, as it usually was come holidays and traditions, the notion of having anything remotely normal was beyond the level of expectation. In all actuality, she was at least pleased that she wasn't spending this year back on that tin can. One holiday there had been enough--she didn't need any reminders, thank you. That didn't change the fact, however, that once Christmas had rolled around this year, on that tin can or not she was still behind in shopping. Faye had thought that she'd managed to get everyone on her list, only to realize that Edward's name wasn't checked off.
The last thing she wanted to deal with was all Ed and no presents, which explained her current predicament: trudging through the snow. Cold. Smoking. Tired. With Jet Black. Of all the living people in the City, he was the one that she had to get stuck with. Talk about luck. This just wasn't living up to be her twenty-four hours.
She tapped ash off the end of her cigarette with all of this in mind, tugging a black glove down as she did. "What did she say she wanted? Cowboy boots?" she asked, not bothering to look up.