Will Foster (william_foster) wrote in ny_journal, @ 2009-08-07 11:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: will foster, location: street |
Birthday Boy
Who: Will, open
When: Late morning
Where: Walking back to the Journal
What: It's been the usual post-Moon morgue visit.
Thirty-one really wasn't as bad so far as thirty had been, Will mused as he made his way back to the office, enjoying the last few minutes of liberty before he got there. Elizabeth had gone straight back after their morgue visit while Will had taken the time to get tea and stroll back - after a very brief detour to the Gallerie to see if they might have a potential teenage witch hanging around. He was determined not to call her Sabrina. After all, if Aric was right - and Will conceded that he probably was since he knew what he was talking about - then it really wasn't a situation that called for levity.
There was nobody there who struck will as Aric's "project", though. Nobody even closely matched the description he'd been given, although he at least had another few people looking out for her now, with a promise to call him should the girl show up.
It'd been a busy Moon - for the Wolves. Will supposed the Aidan and Noah situation would calm slightly. To be honest, it was tough if it didn't. He was glad that Noah had finally seen some damn sense and moved back into the Journal building, if only for the Moons. Maybe he could move down to the basement once the Djinn had been sorted.
Ugh... he made several mental memos to himself. This really wasn't working. The Djinn had been there far too long and he clearly wasn't going to open up over anything. Will was tempted just to finish him off. But that would mean killing the body he was in and he still balked at that for now. After all, nobody would've done it to Elaine... yeah, and down was up. Still, it wasn't an option. At least, not yet it wasn't.
But back to busy Moons. They'd had to confirm a few kills this time round. Again, they came from two distinctly differing areas of the city - so the Pack was still splintered or they had two packs.
Fucking great.
But thirty one was still better than thirty.