Rowan Talia (justafleshwound) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-04-23 19:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 2009-07-11, rowan |
Hang on, this is gonna be bad
Who: Rowan and her familiar, Killer
When: Mid-afternoon
Where: Rowan's house
When the demons came back, Rowan found herself in a rather strange situation. Her mother had initially wanted to go to a shelter - and then she got called in to work. The hospital was, predictably, under serious strain, and apparently they were calling in anyone they could. Rowan's mother worked in the cleaning staff, but apparently even that was important. So, she'd gone. It was kind of a scary thing, her mom going into the eye of the storm. It put Rowan in an odd situation. She wanted to fight it, and insist her mother stay. But if she did that, her mother would think it was because Rowan was scared for herself. So Rowan had put on a brave face, and insisted everything would be fine.
Now Rowan and Killer both were glued to the TV, watching the news coverage. Or, they were. Would have been. If the power hadn't gone out.
The pair weren't left to total darkness - it was still daytime, after all - but the storm had darkened things considerably, and it was difficult to see. It would only get worse as time went on. For several moments, Rowan and Killer both blinked at each other, waiting for the power to come back on. It didn't.
"This is bad, right?" Rowan asked. "This is bad."
"Demons attacking the town, hellish storm, home alone, no power... yeah. Yeah, all bad checks," Killer agreed. "What do we do?"
Rowan blinked again. "You're asking me?"
Killer blinked back. "You're the human. This side of a month ago I couldn't have given two rabbit shits to the wondrous crack that is electricity."
Rowan had to wonder if he was only worried that he was going to miss his shows. Okay. Time to be the responsible adult. She had been texting Freddie, but now she put her phone in her pocket, and headed to the basement to check the breakers. No luck. The next step - calling the power company - was truly laughable. They had an automated message up about technical difficulties. Yeah, this was bad. This was bad.
Frowning, Rowan hurried back into the living room where she had left Killer. She just felt safer when he was around. "What did they say?" the familiar asked.
"Technical difficulties. Power will be restored: fuck if we know when."
"Did they really?"
Rowan snorted. "Might as well have."
"Can you call someone else?" Killer asked. "To get a ride to a shelter?"
"Absolutely not," Rowan answered, without hesitation. "I'm not drawing someone else out to be attacked." That was never an option. "When my mom gets out of work we'll all go to a shelter together. Until then, we tough it out." Killer had asked her what to do, so that was what they were going to do. She thought of leaving a note for her mom and hiding in the basement, but she had to pause and wonder at the thought. Could demons read?
Best not to take any chances.