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Arkady of the FreakAngels ([info]justalilmental) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2010-03-21 23:57:00

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Entry tags:arkady, mary

Who: Arkady & Mary
Where: Central Park
When: Late afternoon
What: Random meeting
Warnings: Arkady's not all there, but there shouldn't be.


Arkady was standing in the edge of the duckpond, ankle-deep, the edge of her patchwork skirt drifting across the surface now and then in the intermittent breeze, she was barefoot, and through the filmier swatches of fabric on the skirt it was apparent that her legs were bare. She was wearing a jacket, at least, and staring off at some unseen point in the middle distance.

Judging by the fact that the ducks had surrounded her again, she'd probably been standing still for quite some time, the oppressive cloud cover that had been rolling over the city for most of the day finally broke, letting down a sheet of rain, none of which seemed to touch the girl in the pond.



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[info]virginal_
2010-03-22 07:16 am UTC (link)
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make your friends leave you!" Mary fished around in her purse, finding a plastic Baggie filled with raspberry-white chocolate cookies, handing it over to the girl. "This looks like your flavor." She had a knack for this sort of thing.

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