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sixthiterationlogs2016-06-30 04:00 pm
sixthiteration) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-06-30 04:00 pm
Entry tags:
- !arrival post,
- asoiaf: jon snow,
- dragon age: dorian pavus,
- heathers: veronica sawyer,
- losers: cougar alvarez,
- martian: mark watney,
- marvel: frank castle,
- marvel: peggy carter,
- marvel: sam wilson,
- ouat: emma swan,
- pacific rim: raleigh becket,
- spn: jo harvelle,
- star trek: kira nerys,
- star wars: hux,
- star wars: kylo ren,
- tvd: kol mikaelson
July Arrivals
WHO: Arrivals
WHERE: The fountain park
WHEN: July 1, 12:00 PM
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: CLOSED
In the snug circle of an old park, a fountain sits burbling beneath a broad, midday sky.
Once-neat paving stones have buckled and cracked from the slow nudge of wayward roots. Benches stand covered in lichen and rust. Three paths push into the underbrush like the spokes on a wheel, the encroaching forest creating lush tunnels through the dark.
But the fountain stands singular and pristine, brightly splashing in open rebellion of the deep, muffled sounds of a place long ago gone to seed. A vibration hums through the ground, there and quickly gone, and the water in the fountain trembles, lapping against the high walls of its cool, pale reservoir.
It is the first of July.
It is precisely twelve o'clock in the afternoon.
WHERE: The fountain park
WHEN: July 1, 12:00 PM
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: CLOSED
In the snug circle of an old park, a fountain sits burbling beneath a broad, midday sky.
Once-neat paving stones have buckled and cracked from the slow nudge of wayward roots. Benches stand covered in lichen and rust. Three paths push into the underbrush like the spokes on a wheel, the encroaching forest creating lush tunnels through the dark.
But the fountain stands singular and pristine, brightly splashing in open rebellion of the deep, muffled sounds of a place long ago gone to seed. A vibration hums through the ground, there and quickly gone, and the water in the fountain trembles, lapping against the high walls of its cool, pale reservoir.
It is the first of July.
It is precisely twelve o'clock in the afternoon.
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She leaned back into Frank, using the momentum to allow her to kick both of her feet up, trying to make contact with Cougar.
"You are assuming I'm a lady."
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Doesn't mean she isn't dangerous. He knows that much, thanks to Aisha and all of Clay's very angry past ex's, but still, it doesn't change that she's here and might have answers. "Not an answer," is what he grunts.
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Instead he just struggles to hold on to her and tries to use the shift in position to hook the crook of an elbow under her chin, chokehold style but notably without the choking - at least not yet.
"Lady or not, you want to stay conscious, tell us who's in charge around here."
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"How will you get answers if I'm unconscious?"
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He doesn't let her go yet, though. Frank might have a good hold on her, but Cougar is either good with his long-range or his very close at hand combat. He's aiming to give himself an advantage.
aldsj; i could have sworn i'd responded to this, so sorry!
A sigh. "All right." The arm under her chin starts to loosen, only a tentative few millimeters at first, but it's a break in the tension all the same. "You think you can clear up a few things without kicking either of us in the face, we'll give you some breathing room, how about that?" he proposes with a glance to Cougar, careful to keep in sync with the other man. So long as Emma doesn't renew hostilities, though, he'll begrudgingly loosen his grip the rest of the way, letting his arms drop to his sides again.