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Who: witchmaker and dustlooping
What: Angela's alive again, Ky has questions for her.
Where: The Golden Apple
When: Daytime.
Warnings: Descriptions of murder, possible trauma on Angela's part.
Angela sat in the Golden Apple, eyes on the window, watching the crowd drift by outside. She'd sat somewhere she could see out, but wouldn't necessarily be seen from the outside, kept to herself, only shaking her head at the hatted owner when he asked her if she wanted anything the first time. Ten minutes later she gave in and now stirred a tall drink with mint leaves in it, hoping the alcohol would maybe turn off the buzzing in her ears, the nervous tingling of her arms and legs. It wasn't working.
She had never been afraid to sit by the window before. It pissed her off to no end that she was now.
She waited, stirring her drink, sipping at it now and then. Her eyes scanned the crowd, first for the guy she was meeting with, but that quickly turned to a search for anything familiar from that night. She forced herself to look away, instead just stared at the drink in front of her.
What: Angela's alive again, Ky has questions for her.
Where: The Golden Apple
When: Daytime.
Warnings: Descriptions of murder, possible trauma on Angela's part.
Angela sat in the Golden Apple, eyes on the window, watching the crowd drift by outside. She'd sat somewhere she could see out, but wouldn't necessarily be seen from the outside, kept to herself, only shaking her head at the hatted owner when he asked her if she wanted anything the first time. Ten minutes later she gave in and now stirred a tall drink with mint leaves in it, hoping the alcohol would maybe turn off the buzzing in her ears, the nervous tingling of her arms and legs. It wasn't working.
She had never been afraid to sit by the window before. It pissed her off to no end that she was now.
She waited, stirring her drink, sipping at it now and then. Her eyes scanned the crowd, first for the guy she was meeting with, but that quickly turned to a search for anything familiar from that night. She forced herself to look away, instead just stared at the drink in front of her.