Greta (pathofcinders) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-02-10 02:44:00 |
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WHO: Greta Morgan [Narrative/Open]
WHEN: Thursday night, late
WHERE: The Bronx
WHAT: Night time train stations are icky
WARNINGS: Creepy guys being threatening to teenage girls. Ones that aren't Hati.
It had been almost a week since Greta's meeting with Hati and on her shoulders and throat she still had the healing cuts and bruises to show from it. She thanked all the non-existent gods of the world that she worked in the kitchen at the restaurant and was allowed to wear a turtle neck for that. She didn't want anyone seeing those marks. She could feel them burning guiltily, just as she could feel the places where Hati's hands had grabbed and held her.
She'd spent three days in the last week with Wil and Jacob - again with high collars and hidden guilt - falling asleep two of those times in their library where she woke in the morning to find herself covered in blankets. It was just so nice not to be in her apartment alone, because there she thought about the things she'd done more. She didn't want to be the kind of girl who did dark things. Greta hadn't thought she had it in her.
Greta half-slept on her feet on the train back to her Bronx apartment, her body leaning against the cold glass as she hung onto the metal pole above her. The rattle of the wheels against tracks had already become comforting and familiar after only a month in the city, and although she missed the more silent monorail of Seattle she found the trains of New York somewhat more cinematic. She could close her eyes and feel like she was in a movie, some young woman traveling home alone with too many thoughts.
Tonight she almost missed her stop and she pulled herself through the crowd to get out of the doors and onto the Gun Hill Road station, the cold outside surprising her as she pulled her coat tighter. She wanted to get home (it was only two blocks from the stations) and take off her shoes. She wanted a bath even more, but her apartment only had a shower so that would have to do.
She walked past a group of men and didn't look up at them even as one asked what she was doing tonight. Apparently that was a mistake, however, and they took that as a reason to start following her.
"Come on," one of them said from behind her. "Don't be a bitch, blondie. We just asked you a question."
Greta just walked a little faster, crossing her arms more tightly. She found now that she couldn't talk to them even if she'd wanted to. They were strange men in the darkness and her rules forbid her from even opening her mouth. She might have asked them to please leave her alone, or to say that she was calling the police on her cell phone, but she couldn't speak a word. The city was a forest and there were a pack of wolves at her heels.
"Baby, why don't you just come party with us?"
A chuckle ran through the group and Greta could see the dark tunnel coming up ahead of them that she had to pass through. She wanted to run, she had to run, and as she hit the entrance of the tunnel she did, her footfalls loud and echoing. They were laughing behind her and with the echo she couldn't tell if they were following or not so she just kept running until she had to stop, throwing herself against the side of a building and sliding down to curl into a tearful ball.
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[info]unseenone
2011-02-10 04:47 am UTC (link) Track This
Hades would always prefer night over day, it hurt his eyes less, and while he'd never enjoy being under an open sky he trusted no other with Cerberus. Well maybe Heracles but he doubted the hero would approve of being used as a dog walker.
The route was always familiar, stopping by one store owned by one of his closest friends to trade gossip and gems for charms, which helped. He'd noted the faint cries, but it was Cerberus who found the cause.
The sight of the tearfull girl made Hades pause because he wasn't cruel, despite rumors proving otherwise, and he glanced around for what may have gotten the girl to cry like this. He cleared his throat and tugged the large bullmastif to his side. "Are you alright girl? Are you harmed?"
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-10 06:05 am UTC (link) Track This
Greta looked up at the voice, relieved that it wasn't one of the men who'd followed her. She wiped at her eyes with the back of her hands, smearing her mascara, and nodded. "There were men," Greta said. "They were chasing me."
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[info]unseenone
2011-02-10 06:14 am UTC (link) Track This
Out of instinct he glanced around. She reminded him of Makaria, and hoped another would do for her what he was doing for the girl. He lowered the leash, subtly dropping it to let Cerberus stand on guard before he looked to the girl, offering his hand to her. "Here. Let me at least escort you to a public area so you may be safe."
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-10 06:28 am UTC (link) Track This
Greta looked up at his hand with wariness and then reached out slowly to take it and stood, her legs feeling weak. "Thank you," she whispered. "I was going home and they followed me from the train station."
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[info]unseenone
2011-02-10 06:33 am UTC (link) Track This
Once she got up he withdrew his hand, taking Cerberus' collar and taking the leash back. He kept at a distance, putting the dog in between as a buffer. "Disrespectful curs then. I believe there's a popular hang out nearby. I can walk you there, and perhaps you can call someone?" He realized he should introduce himself and he tipped his head in a bow, "and forgive me for being rude. I am Aiden Ploutons."
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-10 06:38 am UTC (link) Track This
"Thank you, Aiden," Greta said and then added, "I don't want to give you my name though, I'm sorry." She was grateful that this man would walk her somewhere though. She could call Jacob from there and ask if he'd come get her.
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[info]unseenone
2011-02-10 06:47 am UTC (link) Track This
"Understandable," he stepped aside then forward, giving her an escort without being too close. He had no intentions of making the girl uncomfortable, not after her experience. Even now he kept quiet, something he never minded being. He didn't know if the men were still following, but he kept his eyes out. He was a lot of things, and while he may not like the living he couldn't see anyone hurt if he had a way to stop it.
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-10 09:10 am UTC (link) Track This
"What's your dog's name?" Greta asked, trying to break the silence and pretend now that she hadn't even been crying. She kept glancing over her shoulder, hoping those men wouldn't suddenly appear.