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you showed us how you weren't afraid to die -- don't cry

Jan 20, 2010 01:16

There are things one doesn't do in Grant Park.

Well, there are various things one shouldn't do in Grant Park, but one does anyway. For example, drug dealing. Prostitution. Falling through from alternate dimensions ( Read more... )

sunshine destiny willow albright-higgins, indigo jones, vincent sterling

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thrillofthekill January 20 2010, 08:40:59 UTC

There are some things Vincent takes for granted. Things like the fact that, although his life is far from normal, there are always ways that it could get weirder.

Taking a walk through the park and finding a naked woman with a sword just standing around in the snow like this is a normal occurrence.

...Sometimes Vincent just... Really hates this city.

consumesflesh January 20 2010, 14:54:58 UTC

About 26 unrelated thoughts are running through Sunshine's head right now. The majority of them have something to do with alcohol. The others are definitely not standard fare.

However, all 26 of those thoughts get thrown away when she notices one Vincent Sterling. Because, she's pretty sure that she just saw Quentin Tarantino and that creepy bastard is not getting away from her again.

So she runs at Vincent, aiming for a tackle hug. Now, when she gets closer, she totally would have stopped and stuff because she realizes that this isn't QT. Because, uh, this is an angel. However, tackle hugs cannot be stopped, even with the most honest of intentions.

thrillofthekill January 20 2010, 20:51:57 UTC

Vincent's about three hundred years old. In those three hundred years, he has never been tackled by a naked woman, much less a naked angel. His wings twitch under his coat and he tamps down on the irrational urge to throw her off, because, angel or no, all his brain is registering is that this is some kind of attack.

...Attacks aren't usually so friendly.

He flails a hand, cringing slightly, before planting it on her shoulder in an attempt to get her to back up a bit. "....Hi."

Awkward pause.

"Hon, there are a buncha things you really don't wanna be doin'. Tacklin' strange archangels like that's about six of 'em."

consumesflesh January 20 2010, 20:57:06 UTC

"You're not Quentin Tarantino," Sunshine says, looking very much like a kicked puppy. And yes, she probably shouldn't be tackling strange archangels, but there are worse, worse things she could be doing.

Like tackling Quentin Tarantino.

"But you look like 'im. You wanna get a drink?" She untangles herself from him, giving him an off-balance smile. "...of course I'd have to put a shirt on. Jimmy says I'm not allowed to be in the bar without a shirt on."

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deepestindigo January 22 2010, 08:31:25 UTC

There's a tiny behemoth with blue hair wandering through the park, when she sees a naked girl with a sword.

She's not staring though.

Well, okay, she's looking, but that's more due to the body art than the naked flesh.

"You," she says, grinning broadly and waving her cigarette for emphasis, "have some fucking gorgeous ink. Please tell me you got that done somewhere local."

consumesflesh January 22 2010, 14:58:06 UTC

Sunshine glances back at Indy and is distracted by something completely different.

"You are like, the same height as me," she says, apparently feeling the need to point out the obvious. She swings the sword around, burying it into the ground. She twists up her face as she sees the cigarette, but the frustration quickly fades as she motions towards the pack. "Anyway I can bum one?"

Someone is too lazy to walk back to her car right now.

She turns over, as if she's trying to see the tattoos on her back. Which doesn't turn out so well. "And thank you very much. Unfortunately, though, I got this one in Maine, this one in Kentucky, these in Louisiana, these four in California, this one in Texas, this one in Utah, this one in South Dakota, this one outlined in North Carolina, and then colored in Virginia, and this one in New York, this one in Mississippi, this one in Florida, this one in Michigan, this one in Iowa, this one in Kansas, and this one in Washington, but this one..." Sunshine stretches, trying to point to a tattoo she can't ( ... )

deepestindigo January 23 2010, 08:13:24 UTC

"As long as you don't mind menthol." Indy grins and offers Sunshine a cigarette, lighter at the ready. "And if you want Pixy Stix or m&m's to go with that, I've got plenty."

She examines the tattoos with interest. "I think I like the New York one best. And it beats a tacky souvenir collection. But then I'm local, so..." She shrugs. "I'm Indy, by the way."

consumesflesh January 23 2010, 18:42:13 UTC

Sunshine doesn't mind menthol enough to turn down a cigarette when she's far too lazy to go to her car. Possibly the only good thing about clothes is that they have pockets. 'Course she could carry a bag, but-- oh right. Person!

She likes people. She lights the cigarette, handing back the lighter with a big grin. "And you've got sugar? Tell me, have the hypothermia gods caught up with me, or is this honest reality?"

Bending to the side, she tries to get a better look at one of her tattoos. "And I'm Sunshine. I'm thinking about getting another one soon. Wanna finish off my sleeves. Don't really wanna wait to get chased out of town, neither, to do it."

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