finlay mccracken. (yinned) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-12-26 13:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! narrative, ! plot: kidnapping, finlay mccracken |
Who: Fin McCracken
What: She's supposed to meet Myra and Myra is well late.
When: 26 Christmas; 21:50 GMT
Where: A pub in Glasgow
Status: Complete
Fin glanced at her watch again – it was hers and it was old but after two battery replacements it still kept the time even if the edges of the metal were worn. Myra is late – they were supposed to meet late for Boxing Day, Myra wanted to spend time with her family before meeting with Fin for the rest of the time. She let out a sharp exhale and checked the message that she’d written down in her own untidy hand. This was the time and the place but there was no Myra.
She orders another drink – maybe the plane was late. If Fin was anyone else she would be checking her phone to check the flight numbers or looking up the weather in Ireland had been. She was forever stuck in 2002 where text messaging was a new interesting thing. Nerves always made her power harder to control, it had a way of creeping up her spine and letting her know that it was there and she could almost feel it pour of her skin, but before she has to work to stop it she finishes her drink with a flourish and puts the correct amount of money on the bar and stumbles out.
She shakes her head as she enters the cold outside – she finishes buttoning up her jacket and reaches for a cigarette – where is Myra. She leans against the building and her head is spinning from finishing her fourth drink too quickly and not eating enough that day. She tries to think about what she ate for breakfast but it isn’t coming to her – maybe there wasn’t breakfast. It’s too hard to concentrate on keeping her powers under control and think at the same time. She inhales again when she feels her pocket vibrate – it’s her IVI phone. Her initial reaction is to ignore it but maybe Myra was trying to get in touch with her.
When she reads the screen, her face goes pale and she starts to run without knowing where she’s going. She isn’t sure where a safe place is for her but she knows that she can hide herself better in the city than almost anyone – so she runs – each step thudding on the concrete.