Rachael Newman (psychodeux) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-08-29 23:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | rachael newman |
WHO: Rachael and [OPEN]
WHAT: That cliche bumping-into-someone thing, which leads to an awkward meeting. xD
WHEN: Mid-afternoon.
WHERE: Streets.
RATING: TBD.
STATUS: Incomplete.
Rachael still didn't know how to explain how she'd suddenly appeared in the middle of Los Angeles right after she'd faked her death and gotten away with murder -- numerous murders, to be precise. But it meant no one was after her, no one was trying to put her behind bars, and she was far away from the place where there was any danger of her being caught. It was pretty much perfect, and she didn't have to lift a finger.
In order to get a better idea of her surroundings, Rachael had gone out to visit a cafe and ordered herself a latte, only sitting for a minute or two before deciding to walk along while sipping the warm, caffeinated drink. Kill two birds with one stone, really.
While she was paying attention, it was very clear that not everyone else was, because when she was passing through a small crowd of people waiting at a nearby crosswalk, one of them turned and knocked the cup right out of her hand, spilling it all over the ground, a few drops landing on her high heels, as well.
"Shit," she mumbled, looking up at the klutz with an unhappy frown.