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When; Monday, Dec. 8th
Rating; PG-13 for violence and language
Characters; Eden Mac Cionaoith![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eiremagic and Kyle Brooks justashow
Summary; Eden's cursed to a day that she'd rather not believe happened, and Kyle's the unfortunate bystander.
Log;
Eden was running. She knew that they were right after her; Belfast was dirty and cold and bombed out and she knew the streets better than anyone. But she couldn't lose them, and she didn't know why, and she didn't dare invoke her runes, not where people could watch, not when it was so cold and blood loss was probable. So she ran as fast as her boots could take her, right into an open square.
It was a bad idea but it was the only one she had, the only one that she could even fathom working. Even when there was violence in the streets and people dying and bombs going off, fools still came, fools still came to see or hear or witness and Eden didn't care as long as no one got in her way.
She saw the man No, stop, this isn't happening now, this happened before, stopstopstop with bags in one hand, and her own hand went to the handgun she had in her hand; she was small but she could move, and with a gun people usually didn't argue. She grabbed him by the arm and pressed the gun up against his neck. "Don' move, boyo. Just stay still, don' fuckin' move."
Rating; PG-13 for violence and language
Characters; Eden Mac Cionaoith
eiremagic and Kyle Brooks justashowSummary; Eden's cursed to a day that she'd rather not believe happened, and Kyle's the unfortunate bystander.
Log;
Eden was running. She knew that they were right after her; Belfast was dirty and cold and bombed out and she knew the streets better than anyone. But she couldn't lose them, and she didn't know why, and she didn't dare invoke her runes, not where people could watch, not when it was so cold and blood loss was probable. So she ran as fast as her boots could take her, right into an open square.
It was a bad idea but it was the only one she had, the only one that she could even fathom working. Even when there was violence in the streets and people dying and bombs going off, fools still came, fools still came to see or hear or witness and Eden didn't care as long as no one got in her way.
She saw the man No, stop, this isn't happening now, this happened before, stopstopstop with bags in one hand, and her own hand went to the handgun she had in her hand; she was small but she could move, and with a gun people usually didn't argue. She grabbed him by the arm and pressed the gun up against his neck. "Don' move, boyo. Just stay still, don' fuckin' move."