Nice doggies, good boys, sit, stay...
Jan. 26th, 2013 01:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Who: Meg, [open]
Where: All over the cape
When: Day 35
What: Hallucinating...
At some point throughout the day, wherever people were on the cape, there was the likelihood of seeing Meg. Not just seeing Meg, but seeing Meg wandering around looking nervous and occasionally running as though her life depended on it and waving a rather deadly looking angel blade around, slashing at thin air.
Of course, as far as Meg was concerned she really was running for her life. She was running from some very vicious, and very pissed off hellhounds.
At first she thought she'd been hearing things – a snuffle here, a growl there, a raking of claws. But then it started to become more regular. And now? Now she was running.
She couldn't even lock herself in a building and salt the doors and windows because she would ultimately be trapping herself within the salt lines. So her only option was to run and to fight as best she could.
Where: All over the cape
When: Day 35
What: Hallucinating...
At some point throughout the day, wherever people were on the cape, there was the likelihood of seeing Meg. Not just seeing Meg, but seeing Meg wandering around looking nervous and occasionally running as though her life depended on it and waving a rather deadly looking angel blade around, slashing at thin air.
Of course, as far as Meg was concerned she really was running for her life. She was running from some very vicious, and very pissed off hellhounds.
At first she thought she'd been hearing things – a snuffle here, a growl there, a raking of claws. But then it started to become more regular. And now? Now she was running.
She couldn't even lock herself in a building and salt the doors and windows because she would ultimately be trapping herself within the salt lines. So her only option was to run and to fight as best she could.