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tampered2006-08-25 06:47 pm
glock30.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2006-08-25 06:47 pm
Log; Complete
When; Augst 25
Rating; PG (?)
Characters; Tia Dalma (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tiaxdalma) and Faye Valentine (glock30)
Summary; Tia has a favor to collect from Faye.
Log;
Faye thought it was a little bit funny how things that she needed sometimes just managed to be found underneath her bed or crammed into the corner of her closet. Like a sweatshirt. She'd never had a sweatshirt before but suddenly there it was, and it was a good thing because the cold from outside had somehow seeped in through the cracks on her windows and into her blood.
She balanced a cigarette in her mouth, her carton of them and an ashtray in one hand, and the sweatshirt in the other, plopping herself down on the sofa in the living room. After pulling the heavy material over her head, she lit up, feeling a bit warmer, and pulled her legs up to her chest, suddenly a bit nervous, although she would never admit it. The prospect of Tia asking a favor of her wasn't what bothered her, it was the question of what the favor would be.
Trying not to let it bother her, Faye dutifully sucked on her cigarette and waited for Tia to open the door.
Rating; PG (?)
Characters; Tia Dalma (
tiaxdalma) and Faye Valentine (glock30)Summary; Tia has a favor to collect from Faye.
Log;
Faye thought it was a little bit funny how things that she needed sometimes just managed to be found underneath her bed or crammed into the corner of her closet. Like a sweatshirt. She'd never had a sweatshirt before but suddenly there it was, and it was a good thing because the cold from outside had somehow seeped in through the cracks on her windows and into her blood.
She balanced a cigarette in her mouth, her carton of them and an ashtray in one hand, and the sweatshirt in the other, plopping herself down on the sofa in the living room. After pulling the heavy material over her head, she lit up, feeling a bit warmer, and pulled her legs up to her chest, suddenly a bit nervous, although she would never admit it. The prospect of Tia asking a favor of her wasn't what bothered her, it was the question of what the favor would be.
Trying not to let it bother her, Faye dutifully sucked on her cigarette and waited for Tia to open the door.