Fred Burkle (![]() ![]() @ 2010-01-26 12:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | andrew wells, fred burkle |
Who: Fred and Andrew
What: Info exchage
Where: Andrew's office
When: After this exchange
Rating: Most likely not high
Status: Incomplete
It had been one week. One week since the intense pain of the old one slowly killing her had suddenly ended and she'd come to on someone's lawn in Lawrence. The lawn of an older woman who was pretty rude, threatening to call the police if she didn't get off her lawn. Even the skeezy motel owner had asked her if she was all right and let her use his computer when asked. One week had been an improvement. She'd found people she knew and wasn't only still alive, but healthy as well.
Now that she had taken the time to adjust to her surroundings, it was time to find out a little more about where she'd ended up. Even a few books or notes would be a big help, as from what she'd heard, this place wasn't exactly like the supernatural she was used to. It was at once daunting and intriguing.
And who better to pick the brain of then Andrew? She'd met the watcher only once but he seemed to know his stuff, as well as speak the geek language fluently. It took her a few minutes to locate his office, peeking around the open door and knocking gently to announce her presence. "Hey."