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heartof_thezone in crowdedhour

Dree's arrival

Mar 05, 2011 23:04

Characters: Dree Brooks-Donovan (and a figment of her imagination, to keep her company on the ride)
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern Day
Location: Helicopter and the drop-off area, castle grounds
Relative Date: sometime after the party, one week after El'Ari's arrival
Status: Finished ( Read more... )

eddie brock, lou martin, dree brooks-donovan

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major_bummer March 7 2011, 08:44:46 UTC

Lou was in a foul mood. Worse than foul, he was feeling enraged. He'd spent much of the past several days on his own in the hotel room, drinking and watching movies he could barely begin to understand the cultural context of. The weirdness of them he'd once found charmingly amusing now only served to piss him off that much more and remind him of the soul-crushing futility of his circumstances since he'd stepped onto that damned helicopter ( ... )

heartof_thezone March 7 2011, 16:34:31 UTC

The sound of someone yelling caught Dree's attention and she turned to see a rather large man heading her way. Well, she at least hoped it was a man. She didn't mean to flinch as he got closer, but he gave the impression of a charging bull and, while she could take down a man bigger than herself, they weren't usually as... large.

Taking a slight step back, she did a quick glance around, just in case he might be talking to someone who'd appeared behind her. As he neared, she was able to give him a closer look and noticed that he was armed, though she couldn't make out much more than a handle, past those shoulders.

Dree nodded, to let him know that she had heard him, and her hands - one cellphone in each - raised slightly, so that he could see she wasn't armed.

(OOC: Apologies, in advance. Suffering from the notification!fail of LJ, so a reply may be delayed. Oy... Also, I hope I pictured the slung sword hanging the right way :\)

eddie_plus_1 March 7 2011, 20:43:40 UTC

Sometimes a man just needed space, you know? Time alone to sit outside, perched in quiet contemplation atop a parapet or battlement. Some time to have a heart-to-heart with his internal monologue. Doubly so when that monologue was a sentient living extraterrestrial symbiotic organism that had bonded to him on a cellular level. And that was exactly what Eddie was doing ( ... )

major_bummer March 7 2011, 22:45:23 UTC

"I just wann'ed to tell you," he said, his speech slightly slurred as he approached her, "how fucked you are. Figured you deserved to get it straight from someone who ain't gonna candy-coat stuff an' try an' tell you your life ain't gonna just be a bunch of fuckin' bullshit from this second forwards. Best if we just get that out of the way up front, you know?" He really felt that she deserved the benefit of an honest appraisal of their situation so that she could acclimate herself to the reality of her situation without being confused by false hopes that would only lead to greater disappointments later on ( ... )

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