03 | [location: 1 windsor terrace (locked to Annie Sawyer)]
Fitz wasn't entirely sure what the thought process was that brought him to Annie's doorstep, only that he came to the decision after wiping out a pack of Woodbine's by noon. Likely it was a need for something normal and someone completely disconnected from what he'd survived. Still, it was nearly an hour before he psyched himself up enough to leave his flat.
Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, his left arm in a sling and sunglasses concealing his black eyes, he ventured forth with some vague notion in his head about a spy locating a safe house. However by the time he made it to Annie's the fantasy had dissolved and he was shaking again, absolutely sure that he was being watched, followed, and at any moment he'd be jumped again.
Pardon the frantic knocking, Annie, it's just a freaked out beatnik.
[Backdated to a couple days after the end of the Master plot thingy.]
Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, his left arm in a sling and sunglasses concealing his black eyes, he ventured forth with some vague notion in his head about a spy locating a safe house. However by the time he made it to Annie's the fantasy had dissolved and he was shaking again, absolutely sure that he was being watched, followed, and at any moment he'd be jumped again.
Pardon the frantic knocking, Annie, it's just a freaked out beatnik.
[Backdated to a couple days after the end of the Master plot thingy.]