Sanyë (thuringwethil) wrote in opus_two, @ 2011-01-23 17:36:00 |
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Current mood: | morose |
Entry tags: | &gandalf&sauron, &sauron&thuringwethil, @grand fork city, gandalf, sauron, thuringwethil |
*having been cast back into the world, wounded and unhealed, has made her way to Grand Fork—a place infamous for its dark alleys and no-good-doers (the perfect spot to cower a while, maybe figure out how to function through the pain of her every movement)*
*slinks into a seedy pub late one night and crawls into a shadowy booth in the corner, extinguishing the weak light overhead with a thought* *doesn't anticipate anyone paying attention to her, where all two patrons are slumped over the bar and the barkeep is too busy watching an old game rerun on the tube*
*gnaws the back of her hand until it bleeds (hurts, it hurts, always hurts), lapping the dark brine slowly, slowly, glaring at the humans with glittering eyes*