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Date: NYC, January 2006
Characters: Mercedes de Larocca, Riley Hunter
Summary: Riley has a perfectly good excuse to stalk pretty cheerleaders. Sure he does.
Status: In Progress.
Private.
Mercedes looked just like the mournful little girl promised she would - an older version of the bloody, broken child. She'd had months to recover from the death of her little sister, and she'd tried.. at least on the surface, she was doing well. She was back in school on a regular basis, back on the cheerleading squad.
That's where she was then, as a matter of fact - out on the field with the rest of the girls in their blue warm-ups, her dark curls pulled into a messy, pretty ponytail. She was lean and lithe and full of spirit and energy. Laughing and talking with her friends, no one would think that she was working her way through a horrific tragedy. Not unless they caught her dark eyes. Sometimes she slipped, and when she did, they became windows into her torment. Her eyes were haunted, hollow. Beautiful, but so broken. Not the eyes of a cheerleader, for damn sure.
You have to tell her I'm okay! the little girl had begged, forcing her voice through his walls. You have to protect my sister! She's all alone now!
Characters: Mercedes de Larocca, Riley Hunter
Summary: Riley has a perfectly good excuse to stalk pretty cheerleaders. Sure he does.
Status: In Progress.
Private.
Mercedes looked just like the mournful little girl promised she would - an older version of the bloody, broken child. She'd had months to recover from the death of her little sister, and she'd tried.. at least on the surface, she was doing well. She was back in school on a regular basis, back on the cheerleading squad.
That's where she was then, as a matter of fact - out on the field with the rest of the girls in their blue warm-ups, her dark curls pulled into a messy, pretty ponytail. She was lean and lithe and full of spirit and energy. Laughing and talking with her friends, no one would think that she was working her way through a horrific tragedy. Not unless they caught her dark eyes. Sometimes she slipped, and when she did, they became windows into her torment. Her eyes were haunted, hollow. Beautiful, but so broken. Not the eyes of a cheerleader, for damn sure.
You have to tell her I'm okay! the little girl had begged, forcing her voice through his walls. You have to protect my sister! She's all alone now!