|Aeon Flux (i_defy) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2008-02-21 16:15:00
|Entry tags:||aeon flux, anita blake, dean winchester, zz:status complete|
The problem with Aeon's life was simple: she went through ammo like other people went through sliced bread, or tissues.
After getting Dean out of his most recent mess, which was (happily) a couple days ago now, the Monican realized she had not even tried to get any new weapons or any new ammunition since she'd been in The City.
That was gonna have to change, wasn't it?
She was out this afternoon with the intention of finding some new stuff, beyond all the cool gadgets she already had. Standard issue .38 caliber bullets were on the menu, definitely. She ducked into a sporting goods store without a sound, bright green eyes darting around the room and settling, with a little bit of surprise, on a small, dark-haired woman waiting at the counter. It looked, from back here, like the woman's arms were covered in scars.
Aeon stepped further into the store, silent, and when she came to a stop, her hands remained at her sides. There was a gun on her back, one on her thigh, and that ring on her finger that served her so well when everything else did not. If you knew what you were looking for, you saw the guns; if you didn't, your eyes slid right past them. No tight black outfit today, just jeans and a fitted black shirt. Long sleeved.
The woman standing there was armed, too. Aeon smirked. This store might not be big enough for the both of them.