Martine (dd_martine) wrote in diamonddogs, @ 2011-03-21 15:08:00 |
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Who: Martine and OPEN
What: What Wester said *points to Esras post*
When: Monday lunchtime - 21st March
Where: Outside what used to be Elephant & Castle underground station, South of the River
Status: Very much open. Have at it!
Martine stood, still trembling slightly as she got her breath back, all the while watching around her for any sign of danger. She was in luck, if you could call having to go underground to a disused (and reportedly haunted) underground station to visit one of your closest friends being even remotely lucky.
It had actually been the long-standing ghost stories that had made this spot the perfect place for Aidan's new workshop and home. Of course, it had taken some time for the access to be made suitable for him, not to mention secure. Plus a lot of hours had been spent tidying the place and fitting it out inside for him.
Not many people knew he was there - most of the Dead who'd worked on the place for him had been blindfolded to get them to and from the place. They didn't even know whether they were north or south of the river, to the best of her knowledge. It was better that way - the fewer people who knew where he was the safer he remained. He was far enough away from the river that there was no chance of flood and, being in the south, there was less chance of him being discovered by the Military or the Police. And he was hardly confined to quarters - his situation meant it was safer for him to be able to leave his new surroundings for fresh air. The old cricket ground at The Oval - long unused - now offered a convenient haven and she had taken him along there fairly regularly, weather permitting, where they just sat and chatted about anything, everything and even nothing at all.
She hoped Aidan didn't think she was using him. She wasn't, really she wasn't. But there was no denying that, work aside, she was lonely. Noah was away far more than he was home lately and, when he was back, he was kept busy keeping up to date with all the new forms of documentation. Sometimes, she had to get out of bed at four or five o'clock in the morning and wake him from where he'd slumped over the table, mid pass or identity form, and force him to go to bed. But most of the time he wasn't around at all, and he'd been missing completely over Christmas and New Year.
She didn't complain, of course. Well, at least not too much. She was working her way up the hierarchy of her particular cell, but she knew that Noah was far more important than she was. She wouldn't put extra pressure on him by asking him to choose, even temporarily. Besides, she really didn't want to hear him choose work, even if she knew that would be the right choice.
She sighed, and looked around her once more. Her nerves had finally settled, and she hadn't even thrown up today. Not bad for an inveterate claustrophobic like herself.
She took a deep breath and, feeling steady enough to make the journey, she headed for home.