The Park, Tuesday Morning
Callisto poised herself at the edge of the duck pond, flinging bits of day-old bread violently at the waterfowl.
She chuckled when she bonked them on the head. It was the closest thing to getting her homicidal tendencies out, these days.
[ooc: Open!
For sake of continuity, Faith's thread takes place before Prue's]
She chuckled when she bonked them on the head. It was the closest thing to getting her homicidal tendencies out, these days.
[ooc: Open!
For sake of continuity, Faith's thread takes place before Prue's]