Jess Tailor (foundmyway) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-12-06 23:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | rose tyler |
Who: Seth and Jess
What: First meetings. Bwar! :D
Where: Pike Place Market
When: Tuesday afternoon.
Warnings: None? Some references to previous :<, but nothing warningsish.
Singing birds. Actual sun (although mixed with gray clouds, which was hardly a surprise, living in Seattle.) There was a degree in normalcy in being out here, surrounded by the bustle of downtown, of nannies with well-bundled toddlers and people who were so caught in the daily buzz of their lives that they walked through it lost in a sea of Starbucks and cell phones.
She had to get out of the house. The heavy curtain of her hair hid the swelling of her face which was thankfully going down, but the bruising was just getting worse - even under makeup, it was pretty clear that she wasn't exactly fine. But she was out of the apartment, standing with her back against the railing, until-
"Oh, my god. Stop. You've got to stop-" Idiot kids-- nevermind that she was only nineteen, idiot kids were climbing out onto the sign that hung over Rt. 5, apparently not caring that they were hanging a hundred feet over cars going 60 miles an hour. "C'mon--" The mounted police that usually stood at that part of Pike's Place, came closer, but so did the crowd, the anxiety and worry spiking as one of the kids slipped-- and Jess dropped her coffee, the heel of her hand pressing against her temple as the migraine - yes, migraine, again, cropped up from nowhere, her eyes tightly closed as she couldn't move, couldn't get away from the gawking crowd of idiots that she was currently trapped in.