PJ Halliwell (toprotectyou) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-09-16 14:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *irish, pj halliwell |
Ocean Air
That smell was back. That open air, ocean water smell that her sister and cousin passed off as possible salt in the lake the last time. Price didn't know if she was going insane or if she just really wanted to go to the ocean for some reason, but either way, she figured if she was going to continue smelling it, she might as well enjoy it. Making her way to the park during her break, Price ran a hand through her short hair and breathed in deep. Things had been feeling a little weird for the last couple of days, so she figured maybe, just maybe, if she could manage to just relax and focus on something specific - like this scent - she might be able to figure out how to center herself again. "So, how about we get this show on the road, huh? I think Clarice and I are ready for nice stiff drinks and a bit of fun. Pierce, where you taking a couple of cute chicks on their return night?" "And I've fought a dragon before." ... "Lost little girl"... Even in the chilled air, Price felt herself sweating. She didn't know where those two voices came from, though one was definitely hers. She didn't know who Clarice or Pierce were, but she thought she'd seen their faces around town. That had definitely not been the names she attributed with them though. That last one, though... why had she seen a little girl in pigtails? Floating? It had been her, of that she was certain, but it hadn't been her at the same time. "I'm going insane," she murmured to herself, running a hand over her face. Valerie's departure actually managed to drive her over the edge, apparently. A drink was definitely in the plans for after work. It had to be. |