Meg Masters (demon_queen) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-10-06 17:13:00 |
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Who: Meg Masters (AU) and OPEN Meg
Where: The streets in the south part of town
What: Meg is "scouting" the area
When: Oct. 6th, late afternoon
Rating: High for possible language
Open: Yes
Status: open/complete
Meg strode off down the street with purposeful steps. The click of her heels on the pavement rang a bit loud for her taste in the otherwise deserted area. She knew she'd likely catch a bit of flak for this if she didn't beat Dean back to the "safe house," but she didn't care. She couldn't sit twiddling her thumbs in the dark anymore and she had no idea how long it would take him to find someplace with electricity they could borrow to charge their batteries. The laptops were getting low. The phones were holding strong so far because they hadn't had that much call to use them, but she knew they'd need to either move their asses to someplace with electricity soon or see if the wiring in this place couldn't be fixed up. In a normal town, on a normal day, she might have walked slower. She might have slumped her shoulders a bit, kept her hands in her pockets, took smaller steps. She might have made herself look vulnerable. Humans always seemed to show their true colors when presented with a tiny, vulnerable looking woman. But this was not a normal day or a normal town. She was a predator, and she wanted to look the part. She walked with shoulders back and head held high, a smirk on her lips that showed an amusement with the world and it's quaint idea of "danger." Rounding the corner at the end of the block, she turned left, intending to circle the block and check out the other residences in the area. She'd swear she was scouting the area if anyone asked. Really though? She'd been on the run too long to like sitting still, and, as much as she hated to admit it, being alone after nearly a year of having someone to watch her back didn't feel right. She had to get out, get moving, or she'd go mad. |