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[Oct. 4th, 2009|03:14 pm] |
WHO: Annie Winchester, Keller Cheevy
WHAT: Paintball
WHEN: Slowtimed because I suck; right after Sindre & Dani's clearings-up of misunderstandings
WARNINGS: A lot of language, otherwise I don't know.
Annie stood at the portkey trying to calm down, trying to stem both the nerves and the fury that were making her insides roil like a badly done stew. This isn't an arranged marriage, just a fucking date competed with how could she be so stupid! Dani was a big girl, and if Sindre had done something stupid, Annie would have stayed out. But Sindre had done something cruel, not stupid, and damned if she was going to let her sister get hurt by an idiot.
Keller didn't seem like an idiot. Frat boy type, maybe, but not an idiot. She'd give him a chance, and see where it went. She hoped he didn't whap her on the ass with a scarf, or get drunk and tell her how insignificant she was. She hadn't killed any humans yet, just ghosts.
She wondered if this was the right place. Had she been supposed to meet Keller at the paintball place? Damn it! |
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