Ophelia (tempestophelia) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-02-11 17:20:00 |
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Current mood: | pleased |
You set ‘em up, and I’ll knock ‘em down.
Who: Ophelia and open!
When: Late night
Where: Division street
Ophelia was having a most educational day.
One of the first things she learned were that payphones were ancient relics – and if you were lucky enough to find one, usually in a gas-station parking lot, they were mostly for show. When she’d tried to find an open business to use their phone, she’d been distracted with fliers for shelter, and the front page of the local newspaper. It had a list of shelters, and she went to the nearest one – the local high school. It was packed with people, and she had little trouble slipping in and finding the library. Okay, technically that door had been locked, but Ophelia was in no mood for that bullshit. She placed a call to Eddie’s old number, and was relieved to find that A) it still worked, and B) Eddie was actually alive. He told her he was on his way. While she waited, she hit the computer. Good to see Wikipedia was still around.
It was a little remarkable that no one came in to usher her out of the room, with all the yelling Ophelia did at the computer. Everything really was out in the open. People were being killed for being a psychic in the middle east, supernaturals were fighting for rights (to which Ophelia had laughed - hard. Good luck there. Really. How long had it taken women or even gays to have rights again?), Catholicism was seeing a rise in converts (“Tch, dumbasses,” had been the response to that), vampires had their own bars… the information on the Wikipedia entry alone was so massive that she’d been at it for hours. She gave it up only when Eddie arrived, and that had been a reunion for the ages. Ophelia had been surprised with the emotions that overcame her. She’d spent years feeling so alone… and there was Eddie, the man that might as well have been her father. He dropped everything to bring her her old things and help set her up with a new life.
Leaving Scarlet Oak wasn’t an option. The second she saw Eddie, she wanted to give up old promises and go back to Detroit – but she couldn’t. Her people were here, too, and the pull was too strong. Eddie made a few calls for her, and by the end of the day, Ophelia had the keys to an old building not far from where she’d first appeared. Funny how that worked. Demons-be-damned, she and Eddie headed over to her new property and at least made it livable. It would take a while to get up and running, but eventually she’d have her own shop. And for now, the apartment above the shop had enough to get her by.
After Eddie left, Ophelia continued working in the apartment. Putting away what needed to be put away, going through her belongings, and getting ready for the night. Oh yeah. She had big plans for the night. The town was closed up, but she had everything she needed to at least start making up for all the time she’d lost. After the sun went down, Ophelia headed up the three flights of stairs to the roof, case in hand. She picked a good spot at the edge of the roof – a place where she could see the entire street. That was where she set up the M40 sniper rifle. Then, she sat Indian-style on the rooftop and began ripping strips of white cloth. With sticks and torn cloth, she fashioned four large white flags. That done, she removed a knife from her boot (yes, she finally had shoes), and sliced into the palm of her hand.
Ophelia grinned as she fashioned her bait.
Once each white flag was stained red with angelic blood, she affixed one each to all four corners of the rooftop. There wasn’t much in the way of wind, just a faint breeze here and there. Just enough to put the scent in the wind for any more legionaries that happened to be hanging around. She bloodied one more cloth, which she tied tightly around a brick – which she promptly dropped into the street below. Only then did she heal her wound, and return to her weapon. She was still grinning as she stretched out on the rooftop, aligning her sights as she waited. She didn’t have to wait long. Within four minutes a legionary appeared, sniffing at the wind as it crept through an alleyway. Ophelia took it down with a single bullet, blessed with holy magic, right between the eyes. She popped her gum and blew a bubble. “That’s it, boys,” she murmured in urging with a smirk on her face. “You set ‘em up, and I’ll knock ‘em down.”