|forget_me_knot (forget_me_knot) wrote in paxletalelogs,|
@ 2011-01-10 20:08:00
|Entry tags:||isis, osiris, set|
Two Boys for Every Girl
Who: Ron/Set (sturmndrang), Rick/Osiris (piece_o_dat) and Nina/Isis (forget_me_knot).
What: Nina runs into Rick outside of Pax, and the sheer surprise knocks her off her feet. Literally. Rick takes the injured Nina to meet his brother, Ron, who also happens to be a doctor.
Where: Outside Pax Letale, then inside Ron's apartment at 1007.
When: January 10, 2011, 6:00pm
Warnings: None yet!
Nina trotted down the sidewalk at a brisk pace, clutching two reusable grocery bags to her chest. When she left for the store, she was certain she would have plenty of time before dark. Naturally, she lingered so long trying to decide between brands of ramen and whether or not she should allow herself a few sodas this week, that by the time she checked out, the sun was well seated upon the horizon.
She knew for a fact that the chances of anything happening to her were very small. Even if she were mugged, her attacker would have a debit card she'd immediately cancel and less than ten dollars in loose bills and change, as well as her groceries. Nina always carried pepper spray, but with her hands full, that'd hardly help. Really, it was the homeless people sleeping in doorways and clustered under bridges that upset her the most. Just like she knew her chances of being mugged were relatively low, she also knew that most homeless people were just normal people without homes. But they always had to talk to her and ask her odd questions. Nina cringed, remembering the guy who, though perfectly normal looking, asked her to take off her glasses and then told her she was beautiful. Of course, she had spluttered out a thank you, and then once she was out of sight, ran the rest of the way home.
At least the area near and around Pax Letale had a lot of street lights. She liked believing that she had a chance of seeing her potential murderer. Maybe the brisk January air would keep them at home. Nina found the cool weather downright balmy after years of Vermont winter. She snuggled needlessly into her hooded sweatshirt, forcing her mind off the track of how she might be murdered and trying to think of what she would make for dinner, or more importantly, for dessert. For weeks she'd been wanting to leave a bento for Rick, but suspected that it would be, first of all, creepy, second of all, not to his taste. So, with her clever skills of asking the other Aladdin cast members, she discovered his favorite kind of cookie was macaroon, and therefore was determined to make a batch of the most delicious macaroons ever to grace the face of the Earth.
And it was in this state of mind that Nina made her way home, looking but not seeing.