http://lissla-lissar.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] lissla-lissar.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2007-01-10 03:29 am

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She was ready to go and seek humans. She was. She was ready to seek other humans.

Not quite this fast, not nearly this many. Golden eyes flinch from the light, pale limbs cringe from the noise, and only the questioning noise from the long-legged, long-furred hound combined with the sight of the land outside the door causes her to move.

She flees from the front door and out the back without ever testing the wall behind her, or managing to acknowledge anyone she may have run over in her wild flight.

[identity profile] shall-go-free.livejournal.com 2007-01-10 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Xas was not trampled in her run to escape, most likely as he was already outside, walking.

It will never be as fine a feeling as flight, but with the sharp chill in the air, if he closes his eyes and pretends, he can almost believe--

Almost.

[identity profile] shall-go-free.livejournal.com 2007-01-10 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
It's entirely possible, though Xas, too, has had a great deal of practice in running in the last century.

Nonetheless, he stops as well, body gone almost statue-still.

[identity profile] shall-go-free.livejournal.com 2007-01-10 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Are you cold? People often are at this time of year."

Xas, it must be said, is not wearing a coat.

In Milliways, he has learned to forget the masquerade of pure humanity.

[identity profile] north-witch.livejournal.com 2007-01-10 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
Serafina isn't hit by the running girl, but she does notice her, and her brow furrows slightly.

A few moments later, she steps outside herself, untroubled by the cold despite her bare limbs, and looks around for the girl.

[identity profile] north-witch.livejournal.com 2007-01-10 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Calling out might frighten her further. Chasing's probably pretty likely too, as well.

Serafina goes with calling, her voice loud enough to carry, but gentle.

"Child? I can see you are frightened, but I mean you no harm."

[identity profile] north-witch.livejournal.com 2007-01-10 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Serafina has a bow and a quiver strapped to her back; moving slowly and deliberately, she unstraps them, holds them out, and lays them on the ground.

"My name is Serafina Pekkala," she says. "Have you been to this place before?"

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[identity profile] runmakitarun.livejournal.com 2007-01-10 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
People running are running from something in Makita's experience. Often the things being run from are dangerous. Which is why Makita's hand emerges from her coat with a pistol and she stares at where thie new woman came in.

When nothing follows, she heads out the back to see if the woman was injured by whatever she was running from. Her pistol is still gripped lightly in her hand.

[identity profile] runmakitarun.livejournal.com 2007-01-10 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Well, Makita is a person. She is a rather small girl though, and the oversized fur hat and the coat make her look even smaller. She's seen that look, the one of almost uncontrollable fear, in survivors of units almost wiped out in the war.

She just sits quietly in the snow, not making any attempt to approach. Simply watching. Once the woman has had some time to grow used to her presence Makita may try talking to her.

[identity profile] runmakitarun.livejournal.com 2007-01-10 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Makita continues to sit and watch. She's willing to do this all night if that's what it takes. Because in Makita's experience people who are that scared need human contact.

When the woman is ready, she'll tell Makita what she was running from. It just never occurs to her that the woman might be running from her.

[identity profile] ninja-mountie.livejournal.com 2007-01-10 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
Outside, in the quiet and the cold, a very small man swathed from head to foot in white rabbit-fur clothing (parka and trousers, nothing fancy) is giving a tiny puppy its first introduction to the cold.

All right, its second, but nearly dying of exposure at birth isn't the same thing.

He looks up at the sound of footfalls, and reflexively goes very still.

[identity profile] ninja-mountie.livejournal.com 2007-01-10 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
He says nothing. It's a rule of his- one broken often of late, but still- that he doesn't talk to a woman he doesn't already know, or that he hasn't been introduced to. It doesn't mean he can't be polite, though; he nods his head once.

One gloved hand reaches out to stroke the little puppy gently as it stumbles back to lean against his boot.

[identity profile] ninja-mountie.livejournal.com 2007-01-10 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
His silver eyes flick from the woman to the dog, which is another breed he's never seen before. Although it looks a little like some of the dogs he saw once in a book of his mama's, the kind Russian royalty would use to hunt deer, or wolves.

The puppy is half the age it will need to be before it can begin exploring the world. Its senses are awake, but only barely. It knows there are new smells, and moving things, and oh!

That smells like itself!

The little blue-grey ball of fuzz toddles forward an awkward step or two.
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[personal profile] silver_flecks 2007-01-10 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
"I KnOW yOu," she sings.

There's a redhead (she's not a redhead she doesn't have a head she's just a head) sitting on top of Bar and watching her with a

SmIlE


that wavers constantly.
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[personal profile] silver_flecks 2007-01-10 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
It makes her

smirk

lAuGh


cry

and lean forward, a little, looking

directly

at the woman.

"Hi."
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[personal profile] silver_flecks 2007-01-10 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
"No."

She grins.

"WeLl. YeAh."

Tiny fingers that aren't that are light that come from the fireplace and from inside Ash inside Deerskin reach out and pluck each thought that cuts (like a knife) from her head and sets it on the Bar.

Each one looks like a bottle of soda.

You don't want to look too closely at the flavour.

Or the description.

"I kNoW yOu."

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