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izzyalienqueen) wrote2006-01-25 10:21 am
izzyalienqueen) wrote2006-01-25 10:21 am
Room 406, early morning
Isabel hadn't slept well after leaving Cam at the clinic. She tossed restlessly, the scene in the alley replaying over and over in her head.
But then it changed. Sometimes she still stood frozen and did nothing, but the knife went deeper, and Vala died in front of her.
Other times she reached her hand out and blasted the vampire away much like Michael did to Pierce. Saving Izzie, saving Vala, saving Janet.
But other times she reached her hand out and blasted. But missed, hitting, killing, Vala instead.
She watched the sky lighten through the windows and finally decided to go look for coffee. She was going to need it.
But then it changed. Sometimes she still stood frozen and did nothing, but the knife went deeper, and Vala died in front of her.
Other times she reached her hand out and blasted the vampire away much like Michael did to Pierce. Saving Izzie, saving Vala, saving Janet.
But other times she reached her hand out and blasted. But missed, hitting, killing, Vala instead.
She watched the sky lighten through the windows and finally decided to go look for coffee. She was going to need it.
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At least until he got hold of Barbossa-mun to determine whether he could claim the broadcast was podcast and he could thus listen to it later and say "OMGWTFDARLA?"no subject
If/when you do, feel free to pat the poor girl. She feels guilty.