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Characters: Lady Aurora, anyone who wants to come across her. (Those who offered her help?)
Time: Dusk
Location: The bean
Content: Aurora just arrived in Chicago and called for assistance.
Warnings: You're dealing with a Fae. :| Good luck.
Format: Poster's choice... Prose is better for me, but I'm totally not picky. ^^b
A sharp gasp and a pained cry were among the first sounds from Aurora’s lips when she awoke. It only took several long moments of watching the sky before she slowly propped herself up to lean against a wall. Tears rolled down her cheek, mixing with the drying blood, smearing what could have been a somewhat contained splatter into a streak down her cheeks.
She shouldn’t be awake. Aurora frowned thoughtfully as her emerald gaze scanned her surroundings. She was dead.... Those faeries... Harry Dresden. The faerie hissed in pain, raising her gaze to the sky... The stars didn’t line up like they should have... could she have truly been unconscious for so long? It felt like merely moments ago that she was pinned under him... That the stars had aligned.... That it was midsummer.
Not February.
The streets were unusually empty... The people just as much. None spared a second glance to the bleeding Sidhe near that ridiculous metallic bean. She reached out, slender fingers picking up the fallen mobile nearby. The one detailing a few things... As though this had been planned. What she needed more than anything right now was to be healed, and it was something she was unable to achieve on her own.
After figuring out the technology provided and sending her request for help, she rested her head back and closed her eyes. She just had to wait now.
Time: Dusk
Location: The bean
Content: Aurora just arrived in Chicago and called for assistance.
Warnings: You're dealing with a Fae. :| Good luck.
Format: Poster's choice... Prose is better for me, but I'm totally not picky. ^^b
A sharp gasp and a pained cry were among the first sounds from Aurora’s lips when she awoke. It only took several long moments of watching the sky before she slowly propped herself up to lean against a wall. Tears rolled down her cheek, mixing with the drying blood, smearing what could have been a somewhat contained splatter into a streak down her cheeks.
She shouldn’t be awake. Aurora frowned thoughtfully as her emerald gaze scanned her surroundings. She was dead.... Those faeries... Harry Dresden. The faerie hissed in pain, raising her gaze to the sky... The stars didn’t line up like they should have... could she have truly been unconscious for so long? It felt like merely moments ago that she was pinned under him... That the stars had aligned.... That it was midsummer.
Not February.
The streets were unusually empty... The people just as much. None spared a second glance to the bleeding Sidhe near that ridiculous metallic bean. She reached out, slender fingers picking up the fallen mobile nearby. The one detailing a few things... As though this had been planned. What she needed more than anything right now was to be healed, and it was something she was unable to achieve on her own.
After figuring out the technology provided and sending her request for help, she rested her head back and closed her eyes. She just had to wait now.