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milliways_bar2012-10-24 10:52 pm
walking_napalm) wrote in milliways_bar2012-10-24 10:52 pm
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[OOM: Out back, Hellboy had said. He'd seen something in the trees; something that had unsettled him.]
The first thing that Liz does, upon staggering into the bar, is to look around wildly.
The second thing -- after not seeing Abe, Myers, Charlie, Laura, or anyone else who's immediately familiar, within her field of vision -- is to go for the door.
The third thing is staring at the blank stretch of wall where a door should be.
Liz takes several breaths, white-faced with her fists clenched at her sides and fire surging beneath her skin, her eyes shining an unearthly blue. Breathing deeply tickles the back of her throat and she coughs, then lifts shaky hands to her face. "Fuck," she says, into the heels of her hands. "Fuck, fuck fuck."
She lowers her hands. It's all on her, she tells herself. She can't get to the Bureau to recruit help. She's got to be smart about this. She looks around again, the light in her eyes fading to brown, and then she heads for a stool. A sharp word with Bar brings a pad of paper and a pen, and she scrawls two quick identical notes and leaves them with Bar.
On her way to the stairs, Liz spots a green-lettered sign, and she slows, then stops in front of it. She reads it three times. Then she goes slamming up the stairs.
The first thing that Liz does, upon staggering into the bar, is to look around wildly.
The second thing -- after not seeing Abe, Myers, Charlie, Laura, or anyone else who's immediately familiar, within her field of vision -- is to go for the door.
The third thing is staring at the blank stretch of wall where a door should be.
Liz takes several breaths, white-faced with her fists clenched at her sides and fire surging beneath her skin, her eyes shining an unearthly blue. Breathing deeply tickles the back of her throat and she coughs, then lifts shaky hands to her face. "Fuck," she says, into the heels of her hands. "Fuck, fuck fuck."
She lowers her hands. It's all on her, she tells herself. She can't get to the Bureau to recruit help. She's got to be smart about this. She looks around again, the light in her eyes fading to brown, and then she heads for a stool. A sharp word with Bar brings a pad of paper and a pen, and she scrawls two quick identical notes and leaves them with Bar.
On her way to the stairs, Liz spots a green-lettered sign, and she slows, then stops in front of it. She reads it three times. Then she goes slamming up the stairs.