[Closed/Ongoing]
Who:Namine dellamemoria and Batman notteoscura
What: A rescue
Where:the streets of Reggio
When:Night of 127
It had been a painting emergency. When you run out of black and white it sort of limits what you can do. So despite the hour, Namine had ventured out to try and fix the problem.
It seemed like all she was doing lately was some sort of art. Or walking Jeanne. Normally, Namine would have taken Jeanne with her, the puppy was if nothing else, loud and seemed to be very useful in keeping people from bothering her. All it took was the tiniest bit of excitement and she was barking and hopping about. Granted, this would eventually have to be fixed and she would need to be trained better, but for the time being Namine was content to let her be as lively and energetic as she wanted.
But tonight Jeanne had looked so cute asleep that Namine didn't have the heart to wake her up. The puppy had a hard time going to sleep as it was, she was such a little ball of energy, it didn't make sense to wake her up just to go to the store for a few minutes.
So Namine had gone without her. The trip over had been fine, she had gotten her paints and had been on her way back home. She was distracted, and that was probably why she didn't notice the man following her.
She tried to scream as she was pulled into an alley, but a hand muffled her mouth and a voice said that he would hurt her if she did. The voice also told her to get any valuables and give them over. He let her go with a shove, and though she tried to see a way to get past the man and back onto the street, there was really nowhere to go, especially with the gun now aimed at her.
Shaking so badly she could barely open the clasp on her purse, Namine began to do as the man said.
What: A rescue
Where:the streets of Reggio
When:Night of 127
It had been a painting emergency. When you run out of black and white it sort of limits what you can do. So despite the hour, Namine had ventured out to try and fix the problem.
It seemed like all she was doing lately was some sort of art. Or walking Jeanne. Normally, Namine would have taken Jeanne with her, the puppy was if nothing else, loud and seemed to be very useful in keeping people from bothering her. All it took was the tiniest bit of excitement and she was barking and hopping about. Granted, this would eventually have to be fixed and she would need to be trained better, but for the time being Namine was content to let her be as lively and energetic as she wanted.
But tonight Jeanne had looked so cute asleep that Namine didn't have the heart to wake her up. The puppy had a hard time going to sleep as it was, she was such a little ball of energy, it didn't make sense to wake her up just to go to the store for a few minutes.
So Namine had gone without her. The trip over had been fine, she had gotten her paints and had been on her way back home. She was distracted, and that was probably why she didn't notice the man following her.
She tried to scream as she was pulled into an alley, but a hand muffled her mouth and a voice said that he would hurt her if she did. The voice also told her to get any valuables and give them over. He let her go with a shove, and though she tried to see a way to get past the man and back onto the street, there was really nowhere to go, especially with the gun now aimed at her.
Shaking so badly she could barely open the clasp on her purse, Namine began to do as the man said.