River Tam (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} remembertoomuch) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2011-01-25 18:50:00 |
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What: Walking, talking, asskicking.
When: Tuesday night.
Where: The streets of London.
Warnings: None that I can think of. Quirk?
Even though she wore what most would call "stompy boots", River Tam was whisper quiet as she walked around Brixton. She'd heard whispers that it wasn't the best part of town, but she wasn't afraid. Most people were motivated by wealth or power. River had no money with her and she would never allow herself to be overpowered. The hem of her skirt floated around her like the petals of a flower, her skinny legs stronger than they looked.
She was aware of footsteps behind her, but she couldn't hear any angry thoughts. She sometimes hated being a Reader, overhearing snatches of thought that she had no right knowing, but it was something she'd gotten used to a very long time ago.