BANG! Guns and demons. Stephie and Jillian. PG13

[slinkster-ghoul.livejournal.com]

At Antila's Youch Counsilling Center, Stephie was plugged into her own little world of Jack Off Jill and out-of-date waiting room magazines dicussing Brad and Jen and Angelina and runaway Princesses and- hey, that was Avery's mother, refusing to talk about her divorce and wearing some really nice shoes. A few more inches on the heels and in black and Stephie could see herself wearing those.

Idiotic fluff was better than thinking about the fact you had to go into a room and share personal bits of your life with a stranger in a few minutes. Although this week Stephie was more concerned about everyone else around her going crazy than she was about herself. She sighed and looked up at the clock behind the reception desk. Her bus had been early so she still had ten minutes to wait. Underneath the clock one of the receptionists was arguing with someone, which was more interesting than her magazine (which Olsen twin has the best fashion sence? Ashley of course!) especially since the guy was starting to look really aggrivated, and he was arguing loudly enough that Stephie could hear him over her earphones.

Ditching the magazine, she pulled out her earphones to find out what was going on. It was then that the guy turned around and pulled out a gun.

( BANG )

BANG! Guns and demons. Stephie and Jillian. PG13

[slinkster-ghoul.livejournal.com]

At Antila's Youch Counsilling Center, Stephie was plugged into her own little world of Jack Off Jill and out-of-date waiting room magazines dicussing Brad and Jen and Angelina and runaway Princesses and- hey, that was Avery's mother, refusing to talk about her divorce and wearing some really nice shoes. A few more inches on the heels and in black and Stephie could see herself wearing those.

Idiotic fluff was better than thinking about the fact you had to go into a room and share personal bits of your life with a stranger in a few minutes. Although this week Stephie was more concerned about everyone else around her going crazy than she was about herself. She sighed and looked up at the clock behind the reception desk. Her bus had been early so she still had ten minutes to wait. Underneath the clock one of the receptionists was arguing with someone, which was more interesting than her magazine (which Olsen twin has the best fashion sence? Ashley of course!) especially since the guy was starting to look really aggrivated, and he was arguing loudly enough that Stephie could hear him over her earphones.

Ditching the magazine, she pulled out her earphones to find out what was going on. It was then that the guy turned around and pulled out a gun.

( BANG )

Breakfast. Lee, Jude.

[lee-rivers.livejournal.com]

"Guh!" Lee exclaimed, jolting himself out of sleep and into a sitting position with dizzying speed. "Shit. Ahem." he added under his breath, when he remembered where he was. He'd been dreaming about fire surrounding him, above, below, the world collapsing around him. Shaking off the clinging feeling of horror, he got out of bed and pulled open the curtains to a grey sky and the constant roar of traffic from the city, all around. He unhooked the window and pushed it open, relaxing a little more as the chill of the morning air (far smokier than he was ever used to) reached in and touched his face, his bare chest. It can't have been an hour after dawn, which was a bit of a sleep in for him, so he dressed and made his way through the house to see if anyone was up yet. Finding a stillness that definitely wasn't present in the house last night, when there was a red headed menace zooming round the house and a boy with ridiculously long hair singing something in old English in the shower, Lee decided to go for a run to explore the neighbourhood until someone woke up.

He left a note on the fridge incase they were the sort to worry: adbucted by space monkeys, back once I'd become their King, and set out at a jog down the road.
( Welcome to London )

Breakfast. Lee, Jude.

[lee-rivers.livejournal.com]

"Guh!" Lee exclaimed, jolting himself out of sleep and into a sitting position with dizzying speed. "Shit. Ahem." he added under his breath, when he remembered where he was. He'd been dreaming about fire surrounding him, above, below, the world collapsing around him. Shaking off the clinging feeling of horror, he got out of bed and pulled open the curtains to a grey sky and the constant roar of traffic from the city, all around. He unhooked the window and pushed it open, relaxing a little more as the chill of the morning air (far smokier than he was ever used to) reached in and touched his face, his bare chest. It can't have been an hour after dawn, which was a bit of a sleep in for him, so he dressed and made his way through the house to see if anyone was up yet. Finding a stillness that definitely wasn't present in the house last night, when there was a red headed menace zooming round the house and a boy with ridiculously long hair singing something in old English in the shower, Lee decided to go for a run to explore the neighbourhood until someone woke up.

He left a note on the fridge incase they were the sort to worry: adbucted by space monkeys, back once I'd become their King, and set out at a jog down the road.
( Welcome to London )