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tampered2009-06-06 09:26 pm
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log; ongoing
When; June 6th, morning.
Rating; PG
Characters; Laura Kinney (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
notaweapon) and Jessica Jones (fuuuuuuuck).
Summary; Laura runs into Jessica in the Square.
Log;
Laura's wandering through the City. Aimlessly, for the most part; she's been out all night, since visiting the Deities' office, and she has no intention of going back to the cabin any time soon. She knows her way around, and she knows how best to be avoided—there's something unsettling in moving like this, in not quite being able to keep her balance as best she might.
She keeps bringing her hand up to touch the side of her shoulder, where her arm once was, but then catches herself mid-motion. It's an open display of weakness, to let people know that there's something that's recently gone missing. She can act as if she's always been like this. It's easy enough.
Laura makes her way to the Square, and though it's crowded, there aren't any scents she recognises. She can keep going, keep wandering—there's nobody here she knows who will know her as being any different. There's one woman, though, who catches her attention, sat on a bench.
The woman smells like alcohol and cigarette smoke, like she's been outside just as long as Laura has. Laura stops walking, suddenly, and stands in front of her, staring.
Rating; PG
Characters; Laura Kinney (
notaweapon) and Jessica Jones (fuuuuuuuck).Summary; Laura runs into Jessica in the Square.
Log;
Laura's wandering through the City. Aimlessly, for the most part; she's been out all night, since visiting the Deities' office, and she has no intention of going back to the cabin any time soon. She knows her way around, and she knows how best to be avoided—there's something unsettling in moving like this, in not quite being able to keep her balance as best she might.
She keeps bringing her hand up to touch the side of her shoulder, where her arm once was, but then catches herself mid-motion. It's an open display of weakness, to let people know that there's something that's recently gone missing. She can act as if she's always been like this. It's easy enough.
Laura makes her way to the Square, and though it's crowded, there aren't any scents she recognises. She can keep going, keep wandering—there's nobody here she knows who will know her as being any different. There's one woman, though, who catches her attention, sat on a bench.
The woman smells like alcohol and cigarette smoke, like she's been outside just as long as Laura has. Laura stops walking, suddenly, and stands in front of her, staring.