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fandomtownies2009-03-11 09:09 pm
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Abandoned Warehouses, Wednesday Evening
After Flight Club, Anemone had stopped at her room long enough to drop off her bag, feed Gulliver, and change into a tanktop and dark jeans before heading back outside.
Like she was going to pass this chance up.
She was currently moving from rooftop to rooftop, tossing herself recklessly off fire escapes and through broken windows as she chased harpies through the abandoned buildings. Blood (not hers) streaking her face and arms as she ran.
Anemone hadn't gotten to hunt like this in far too long.
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Like she was going to pass this chance up.
She was currently moving from rooftop to rooftop, tossing herself recklessly off fire escapes and through broken windows as she chased harpies through the abandoned buildings. Blood (not hers) streaking her face and arms as she ran.
Anemone hadn't gotten to hunt like this in far too long.
[Open!]