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lostmygrace in sirenspull_logs

this could end so many ways

Nov 19, 2011 21:11

Who: lostmygrace & deadly_jump
When: November 19th, an hour before sirens.
Where: All over. But mostly Sectors 4-8.
Warnings: Griffin's mouth. And possibly gore later on.

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anna, griffin o'conner

Comments 19

limitedrun November 20 2011, 06:32:13 UTC

Griffin definitely had a lot of shit to deal with at the moment. The most pressing of his problems was his homelessness. He saw it as a minor inconvenience at best. After all, he was more than used to fending for himself. He may have gotten comfortable living in a place with heat and running water and a mattress, but he didn't need them. At least, he didn't need to have them all the time. He could deal with having them in doses ( ... )

lostmygrace November 20 2011, 07:24:49 UTC

One of these days she's just going to end up dumping her drink of whatever on him, if he actually decided to do such a terrible thing. Really, she isn't a scaredy cat anymore, but Griffin's no angel. He'd get the Jump on her no problem.

Lucky for him, he wasn't planning anything stupid. So she carries on, shifting hands when one gets too heated from the paper cup. It's too sickeningly sweet for anyone else; even the barista had forced back a funny look. But that was fine. More for Anna.

limitedrun November 20 2011, 08:06:57 UTC

Was she there with anyone? Not that Griffin saw... He realized that he was still holding the damp towel to his damp head. He quickly removed it and stuffed into his duffel bag, which currently held his dirty outfit, a couple knives, shampoo and soap, and his NV. He had been planning on getting something to drink anyway. Might as well be there.

He strolled inside, right past Anna and straight to the counter. Griffin ordered himself a double shot latte with extra sugar. He had always been a terrible Englishman in that he liked coffee more than tea. Similarly to Anna, he also preferred his coffee to be sweet.

lostmygrace November 20 2011, 08:27:56 UTC

...Well. That was rude. So rude! No it wasn't, but she can play it up. Because he might have been pretending to not see her- she had a feeling that wasn't the case, but she was rather surprised to see him. She hadn't .. seen him since- well, since he'd been drunk on the network; it had been too late at night for her to reply when she'd finally seen it. But before that? Her and Mercy's flat, snoozing on her couch.

So she sidles up to the counter next to him, arms crossed aside from the one holding her drink up. "You know, having red hair makes it kind of hard to really be passed by without being noticed." Sip.

limitedrun November 20 2011, 08:35:25 UTC

Griffin faked innocence in a way that was so good that it was obvious that he was guilty of something. "Anna. Hi." He took his cup from the barista and paid, paying no mind to the tip cup on the counter. He grinned devilishly at the half-angel. "I'm from England, remember? We're trained to avoid your kind." Indeed there was quite the ginger stigma, although Griffin honestly only knew that from TV. He never got to spend that much time in his home country. He moved the duffel bag around on his shoulder so he could take a sip of his drink.