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River Tam ([info]remembertoomuch) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2011-01-25 18:50:00

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Entry tags:river tam, v

Who: River Tam and V.
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.



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[info]amaninamask
2011-02-01 05:51 am UTC (link)
There was a moment of consideration -- whether knowing the true intentions of your captors was a greater torment than being fed lies before being subjected to things that no human should ever endure. He was told that he would simply be put to death, but wasn't given a swift one, but what they most likely thought would be a long and arduous one for most. He only thought a moment on it, patting her hand with his, shaking his head, and murmured, "No fate is worse than to be lied to and stripped of your freedom and self, my dear. I believe that we two are quite aware of it. You have my deepest sympathies, and empathy beyond measure."

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