keep the moon awake; lupe (lupa) wrote in afterapocalypse, @ 2010-01-16 20:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | lupe acevedo |
when a black crow flies ( narrative/open )
Who: Lupe Acevedo (and open, if anyone is around)
When: Saturday evening
Where: California, neither too far or near from where Phillip's place is
What: Lupe's basically healed, but she isn't feeling much better.
The soreness was starting to go away, which was good, because Lupe was physically incapable of being still these days. She used to be better, back then. Back when Thierry had a mansion, back when Nilsson would bring her a coke if she didn't get up, back when they had time. Now Lupe felt like she was on borrowed time. A constant push was in the back of her mind that told her to 'go go go you're running out of time'.
It would have been better for her if someone could get through and tell her that the time was up.
But she didn't believe them. She couldn't. She would find Hannah, the troops would be brought together, and they'd take out Red Fern, Sienna, and everyone else who stood in their way. They could do it. They had to do it.
But Hannah wasn't anywhere.
It shouldn't have surprised her. It hadn't been that long since Hannah died, but Lupe couldn't give it up. Hannah would come back soon because it was important. That belief kept her away, and, tonight, it had her pacing the streets of whatever town they were in. She didn't really pay attention. Aidan would probably be pissed that she had gone out without him, but she had a lot on her mind. Many of which she was refusing to think about. Instead she was on her cellphone calling local hospitals. It was the same conversation she'd had all over the world: 'you want to find what baby? an old soul? we don't have humans here.' Sons of bitches.
Lupe threw the cellphone against a building wall, and the crunch was slightly satisfying.