Dr Autumn Wheeler, MD | The Fall of NYC (psi_che_you_out) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-07-26 23:24:00 |
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Who? James Bond and Autumn Wheeler
What? "Talking" -- which means something DIFFERENT to the likes of James Bond, of course! >__>
Where? Autumn's apartment (#2104)
When? Friday evening, 26th July 2013
Why? Because how is babby formed? how gurl get pregnate? we wanted to HELP Bond... OF COURSE! lol!
Status//Warnings? CLOSED, very very closed!//HIGH; so VERY VERY high...! >____>
Autumn -- or "Dr Wheeler", as she supposed Bond would expect to call her when he arrived -- was awaiting her "patient" inside her flat. She didn't really know what to expect; after all, if he was from post-Skyfall, or worse, post-The Property of a Lady. Well, she didn't want to even imagine all that he'd been through; it made her shudder just to think...
At any rate, she was waiting patiently enough, considering she didn't even have her MUSIC here...! But hey, that was it: music to soothe the savage beast (within HERSELF; she wasn't going to attempt to get Bond to SING his problems out, naturally!). She cleared her throat, and began humming softly a tune off her favourite musical: Le CloƮtre de Saint-Mery (the Cloister of Saint-Mery), a really quite moving potboiler story about the Barricades of Saint-Mery and the men who died upon it, as well as the men who lived to be captured by the National Guard upon it, and furthermore tried for sedition... Much as Autumn was expected to be, when she'd joined the rebellion against the Martial Law inside the City...
She was moved on from humming to actual singing when she had heard the door knock. She stopped singing briefly, suddenly embarrassed at her volume, and then went to the door, hoping it was her patient, and not a neighbour coming to complain that they could HEAR HER through the walls...! She was still mostly unconvinced as to her actual talent at singing, even though she'd actually BEEN in a BROADWAY MUSICAL, behind the barricade of New York City...
Anyway's, she was relieved to see it was in fact, Mr Bond -- from Skyfall, from the looks of him. Possibly a little bit later than that, even, given his OBVIOUS signs of ageing since the film had shown Daniel Craig last in all his glory... She cleared her throat uncomfortably, and then smiled up at the man. "Hallo, Mr Bond! Won't you step on in...?" She moved back a step to let him in, her shoulders tensed as if she were just waiting to hear whatever he had in the way of critique on her bloody loud and obnoxiously magnetic VOICE...!