Brennybear (![]() ![]() @ 2010-04-10 23:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-10 |
There's no need for nervousness, it's just a little turbulence~
Who: Bren and Lita
Where: phonelines
When: Around 1pm
Bren had been pacing back and forth in her apartment, waiting for one little box on her computer screen to change. She'd heard about nothing but demon attacks all day, and someone had called before she'd woken up to let her know that those demons who liked to drown and make rainstorms had been encountered, and with that, she'd made the decision not to leave her house today. She'd called in sick to work (and they'd been worried -- they knew she needed all the money she could get) and then promptly remembered that she was supposed to pick her mother up from the airport. Dammit.
So, she was waiting for the flight to land in Chicago, her mother's layover. She had to figure out what to do about this going out plus the demon attacks. The idea of being followed by a personal thunderstorm was one of the worst things she could imagine, and it was so humid today too, she could hardly breathe. She had candles burning in her apartment, keeping the atmosphere as hot and dry as she could, but outside she couldn't really do that. And she probably couldn't avoid the watery demon things, either. Would they react to fire? Would that just make it madder? She knew if she were some kind of fire demon, a water elemental would sound like a pretty sweet target, maybe too good to pass up. Would it be the same the other way? Could demons sense what a person was, if they weren't human? It seemed pretty likely. She'd heard they reacted to holy things and Lita would probably have...something on her. A cross necklace, a bible, something, enough to repel one, but that left her unprotected for the half hour it would take her to get to the airport, if the buses were even running. The thought of having to spend thirty dollars or more on a cab made her stomach twist, and she doubted any of her friends were any more willing to go out than she was.
She sat down in front of the laptop and hit refresh again, heart jumping a little when the box turned green and said "ARRIVED." She took a deep, steadying breath, and picked up her phone, clicking through to her mother's phone number. She did a minor happy dance when she got more than one ring, meaning the phone was on.
"Mom! Hey! It's Bren. Brenna." Shut up, dipshit, she knows. It felt strange to say her full name. She'd shed Brenna Finn back in Vegas and become Bren here. It was like stepping back to an old skin she didn't really fit in anymore. "Have you heard about these demon attacks? Do you still need me to come get you when you're here? There's at least one kind of demon I've heard about being around that's a serious danger to me, because of...you know, what I am." She had no intention of acting like she wasn't something other than human around her mother. She knew, and she needed to get used to it if she was going to be in Bren's life. Bogart hopped up on the bed, nosing at Bren's knee, and she rubbed the dog's back idly as she listened to the responses to her questions.