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fandomtownies2014-03-30 09:37 pm
justbeingbay) wrote in fandomtownies2014-03-30 09:37 pm
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Abandoned Warehouse District, Sunday Night
No one who knew Bay -- and she was Bay again, thankfully -- would be surprised at her choice of a Sunday night activity. Because of course she'd be down on the bad end of the island, and of course she had on black leather and a bad mood, and of course she was armed with a can of spray paint and stencil supplies. A dingy warehouse wall was in for it tonight, and this was how she was going to process having lost more than a month of her life to somebody else. (Not that she'd really lost it: It was right there in her memory. But it hadn't been her going through those things.)
The art of the night was Dom's eyes, done in dark strokes against the brick, with careful text reading Through someone else's eyes. She had to go extra-slow, but the ache in her bandaged hand was actually a good thing -- it proved to her nothing she'd been through lately had been a dream, even if she'd been locked in the wrong body for most of it.
She added Axe Girl in the corner, just to prove even more that she was herself again.
[OOC: Open to interruption.]
The art of the night was Dom's eyes, done in dark strokes against the brick, with careful text reading Through someone else's eyes. She had to go extra-slow, but the ache in her bandaged hand was actually a good thing -- it proved to her nothing she'd been through lately had been a dream, even if she'd been locked in the wrong body for most of it.
She added Axe Girl in the corner, just to prove even more that she was herself again.
[OOC: Open to interruption.]