Library trip turned bad. (Complete)

[girlwhollpush]

Characters: Evey Hammond, some crabs
Content: Evey's heading back to the Shadow Gallery Ver: 2.0 (New Museum of Contemporary Art) when she's attacked by a small group of crabs. Fighting and biting ensues.
Location: Near Bryant Park.
Time of day: Late Afternoon/Early Evening. (Postdated to before this journal post)
Warnings: Crabs, fighting, crab bites

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[crazylikefawkes]

There were worse things than the crabs, on that they could agree.

Despite occasional appearances otherwise, the crabs, while hostile, predatory, and aggressive, were not actively malicious. There wasn't any deliberate cruelty in their actions; they were animals, acting on instinct, on what was perceived as prey. It was matter-of-course in any species capable of consuming others, active enough to be observed in housecats, lapdogs, pretty little birds in all their feathered finery, and the black Russian squirrels which had massed on a dog as a pack and eaten the unfortunate creature.

There were worse things, namely Norsefire and its products and their predecessors past.

The crabs were what they were, and that was all. In this case, they were victim to a hatchet-and-handle in gloved hands.

A time passed, and then the knock came; rap-rap-rap-clok; dot-dot-dot-dash; morse for one letter: an alert and ample identification.

[girlwhollpush]

rap-rap-rap-clok Evey heard the knocking come from the door, but it was similar to what she had been hearing the entire time. But, thinking about it for a moment, she realized that a certain someone was trying to identify themselves.

"V!" She shouted, realizing what letter that combination stood for in morse code. Grabbing the broom she had set by the chair she was sitting in, she used it to push against the floor and rolled herself over to the door, and began moving the chairs out from in front of the door.

When she finally got them moved, she cracked the door open to double check it was who she assumed it to be. Seeing the masked man, she pushed the door the rest of the way open and ran out, as best as one could with a bad ankle, and hugged him. Hard.

"You came! Thank you!"

[crazylikefawkes]

Intuition proved its worth, again; V had the benefit of bracing himself (as well as height, as well as weight) to remain stable despite the bearhug. For all his speaking on ideas and action, there was a man behind the mask, flesh and blood and breath and reason, unarguably solid if dubiously stable, accepting the hug before stepping back, free hand at Evey's elbow, offering support.

"But of course, dear Eve; I mean to be a man of my word."

[girlwhollpush]

After the hug was over, Evey took a step back also, being careful of her injured ankle and minding V's hand on her elbow. Her foot was throbbing, and she hated it for the moment. There was nothing she could really do, except wait for it to heal, or maybe take that one woman's offer on healing it.

"I know, I didn't mean to infer otherwise." She said, looking to her friend. "But what happen--" She stopped her sentence when she saw the hatchet in V's hands, and didn't even look down towards the ground.

"...Never mind"