backdated to a few hours ago

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

[ town filter ]

[ despite all the talk and the disappearances occurring in the town, uru hadn't stopped working till closing time at her job. if anything, they needed people to take some of those shifts because some of her own co-workers had changed their schedule around so they were working in the morning. it didn't bother her; they were scared obviously.

it... was a scary thought.

luckily, she lived close to her workplace so uru didn't need to think too much about it. she stepped up to her door and stretched her arms before she began digging into her pockets.

funny... she wasn't hearing a jingling sound... nor did she feel her keys in her pocket. oh... oh, crap. after another few minutes of searching her other pockets and her bag, she found nothing. she had lost her keys again? :/ and she couldn't go back to work because it was closed. it wouldn't re-open until 8AM.

with a glance in the castle's direction, uru sighed and starts off that path. ]

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[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Just makes... a sort of disgusted sound and shoves her away. Only a couple seconds? Really? They'll have to work on that...]

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

[ stumbling back, she puts a hand on her throat and rubs. he's... not playing around. (even though the gun pointing was obvious...)

she starts walking against, clinging tightly to the strap on her bag.

her journal is in there -- so is her mace. no, she hasn't stopped running out of ideas. maybe she can get to it... ]

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Watching her but... of course he doesn't know what exactly she's doing or planning so he just... keeps the gun idly trained on her and... walks just fast enough that he keeps catching up to her and pushing her forward to keep her ahead of him. He doesn't even really need to do it, except occasionally to direct her down a different street...]

[DOUCHE]

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

[ she hasn't been this terrified for herself since last summer, with the demons. she bites her lip, eying her bag and occasionally peeking around the rooftops above to see if there was anyone there. ]

You said "we" before.

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Sar... casm... Would prefer to do this in silence, why are you talking......]

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

[ it did strike her as odd but... that wasn't a good sign. more people were involved in this? ]

Who are they?

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[......wat. Was she asking about... Huh. Well he's gonna shove her again and give the coin a toss... Hmm]

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

[ STOP SHOVING, THAT'S RUDE. ]

Us?

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[YES. HE IS A DOUCHE. DIDN'T I ALREADY SAY]

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

[ she'll just be stubborn and stop walking. ]

What did you mean by that?

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Then you're getting shoved again. GDIT CHILD MOVE YOUR ASS]

[Thought there is distaste in his voice when he says that one. He so does hate to separate the two of them...]

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

[ damn it, moving again. though her hand falls on her bag now. can she unzip it and get the journal out...

she doesn't say anything else. the "we" thing makes her think of ryou and the ring spirit. but if this guy was possessed, he wouldn't have to resort to a gun, right? ]

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Frustrated enough for the moment that he doesn't notice. Harvey's suddenly bitching at him about this. Again. WHY GOD WHY, but if she goes too far too fast... he's still got the gun drawn on her...]

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

[ suddenly, she's shaking her head. ]

I don't -- he's just a boy! [ damian, that is. ]

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[............wait what]

[Harvey isn't just a boy--]

[Oh is she talking about...]

[EYEROLL]

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

[ immediately she whirls around to face him. she glares up at him. not a trace of fear on her, replaced by rage, which is rare for her. ]

If you hurt him...!

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Aaaaand he just immediately grabs her by the throat again, actually pressing the gun to her forehead this time]

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

Let -- [ she chokes and then shuts up again. the anger is still there in her eyes and she continues to glower at him. ]

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Ohhhh yessssss. That anger makes him so happy, and he's grinning as he closes he hand a little tighter around her throat. My goodness, does he want to kill this girl right now...]

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

[ she winces, gritting her teeth in her mouth. her heart is beating faster again when he makes that threat. ]

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Eyebrow raise and he lets go of her throat, though he keeps the gun firmly pressed to her forehead]

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

[ still tense and looking away again, she gives a very slow nod, very conscious about that gun. ]

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Takes the gun off her head, and gestures for her to keep walking. They're close, and he's starting to think they've been out in the open far too long...]

[wornbright.livejournal.com]

[ she starts along again, hand still on her bag. she needs to find a good moment so she can get it open. even if she can't get to the mace, as soon as she opens the journal and even says one thing, someone will hear it. they'll know she's in trouble.

but paranoia is growing fast. if this guy wanted to kill damian... this was all a trap, wasn't it? except damian isn't stupid -- he wouldn't fall for this. besides, they haven't spoken in months. was this guy even aware of that?

she makes sure she keeps walking ahead for now. ]

... Who are you, anyway?

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[He's paying slightly less attention to her now. She seemed to finally get it, and his own brand of paranoia was making this walk seem decidedly more dangerous. A Bat was the last thing he wanted to come across when he was this close...]

[Absentmindedly: ]