Whatever it takes...
Characters: Clare, Fiona
Time: Night
Location: Streets of Chicago
Content: New Arrival
Format: Prose
Warnings: Drama, its two Degrassi characters, drama happens. It's like, math, or something.
It didn't take long for Bob to give Clare the location of Fiona's phone, and in the dead of night Clare wandered off to find her. Now, Clare was well aware wandering off in the middle of the night was a bad plan, she should get someone else to come along with her, and when she gets back to the Blackstone soooooo many people will be upset with her.
That wasn't important right now. Finding the only person from home was, and not freaking her out... too much. The problem is bringing anyone with her would probably make the explanation less smooth. Most of Chicago's residents were hardly normal. Just to varying degrees. Heck, Clare could hardly count herself as normal anymore.
Clare walked down the street, checking her phone every so often to see if she was close. "Fiona?" Clare called out, not exactly shouting but a bit louder than speaking. She didn't want to attract unwanted attention, "I'm here, we should really get indoors." Clare was trying to keep this as calm and uneventful as possible, but she was not stupid. She did bring her sword, and her iron knuckle dusters. Just because she wanted a quiet trip back to the hotel with an old friend... friend isn't the right word, classmate. Well, just because that's what she wanted didn't mean that was what might happen.
Time: Night
Location: Streets of Chicago
Content: New Arrival
Format: Prose
Warnings: Drama, its two Degrassi characters, drama happens. It's like, math, or something.
It didn't take long for Bob to give Clare the location of Fiona's phone, and in the dead of night Clare wandered off to find her. Now, Clare was well aware wandering off in the middle of the night was a bad plan, she should get someone else to come along with her, and when she gets back to the Blackstone soooooo many people will be upset with her.
That wasn't important right now. Finding the only person from home was, and not freaking her out... too much. The problem is bringing anyone with her would probably make the explanation less smooth. Most of Chicago's residents were hardly normal. Just to varying degrees. Heck, Clare could hardly count herself as normal anymore.
Clare walked down the street, checking her phone every so often to see if she was close. "Fiona?" Clare called out, not exactly shouting but a bit louder than speaking. She didn't want to attract unwanted attention, "I'm here, we should really get indoors." Clare was trying to keep this as calm and uneventful as possible, but she was not stupid. She did bring her sword, and her iron knuckle dusters. Just because she wanted a quiet trip back to the hotel with an old friend... friend isn't the right word, classmate. Well, just because that's what she wanted didn't mean that was what might happen.