Dossier Thirteen

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Henrietta is in the woods again, this time in the deepest, darkest most private area she can find. She's wrestling with her P90, trying to grip it properly, but the muzzle keeps dipping towards the forest floor. She fumbles and nearly drops it, wincing--her hands are raw and sore-looking. Apparently she's been at this a while. She hesitates.]

...I should look for them again...


[[Experiment start!]]

Comments

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[....kfjoirjfldhglkhjfgljshg]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

You come here all the time. We've spoken for quite a while before, without leaving the Plane. Has it hurt anything those times?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[aksldjalksjdlskajdlksd] I never thought about it before.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

See? It'll be all right.

[He smiles and places a hand under one of her arms, as if to help her up off the ground]

Now let's go for something to drink, shall we?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

...okay. [Lets him help her up, the picture of eleven-year-old misery]