Christopher Warrington (waltzlikeanarmy) wrote in regulation, @ 2008-04-06 02:48:00 |
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Current mood: | scared |
Current music: | "That Green Gentleman (Things Have Changed)" - Panic at the Disco |
Entry tags: | cb:mathwall, zacharias smith |
[INSIDE] ...things are shaping up to be pretty odd - little desks and musical beds...
Who: Jacqueline and Andrea Warrington-Hollins & Zacharias Smith
What: A mutated, green octopus, some desperate attempts at protection, and a rescue
When: After dark, April 5
Where: An abandoned shop near a body of water inside Mathwell
Rating: PG-13ish?
Status: Closed, incomplete.
They'd been in the park when the wall came up and things had been an absolute mess ever since. Warding charms attracted precisely the sort of people she was trying to keep away and that had led to something of a desperate dash through allies she never would have normally even considered walking near, most especially not with her daughter.
And then they'd turned green.
After finding a safe place - as safe a place as she thought she could find, anyway, without having any other spells rebounding - she'd set about trying to calm Andi down. Her daughter had cried herself to sleep, though, because she didn't want to be a grasshopper, they were ugly and she hated green. She was currently peering out the windows of the shop - it was Muggle, she thought - but she couldn't see any movement. There seemed to be some food in the back room of the place, which was all well and good...
Hearing movement from the back of the shop, she whirled around wand raised despite the fact that she'd seen how charms and spells weren't working. She inched forward, putting herself between the scrabbling sound and Andi. It took her by surprise when the front window shattered and a heinously green, slightly fluorescent creature began inching across the broken glass toward her daughter.
The spell left her lips before she could think about it, before she considered - remembered - and she found herself bound instead of the creature. Bound so tightly, in fact, that she found it difficult to breathe. She was toppling to the floor before she could do more than half-scream Andi's name, praying the little girl would wake up, would run - would have some chance.