To The Rescue [1x1] - Printable Version

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To The Rescue [1x1] - danixiewrites - 03-25-2017

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RE: To The Rescue [1x1] - SolitareLee - 03-25-2017

Shopping was one of Bree's rare pleasures. She still kept herself and her mother on a very strict budget, but it was because of that she could afford to spend a decent amount on things like medicine and food. A shitty apartment wasn't too bad if you were rent-locked, if your mother's most recent boyfriend was a handyman.

Life, as it were, was pretty good. Despite all its attempts at being fucking terrible, which were many and also entirely her own fault for skipping gaily back into the dragon's den looking for treasure.

That didn't bear anything about. None whatsoever. Instead, she would think about these apples. She would think very hard about these apples until the echoes of French left her mind.

Mmmm. Apples. Some very. Nice. Apples.

She bought a few, because it would be very odd to spend five minutes staring at apples and buy none at all, and then began to head away from the market. Towards Old Town, because she enjoyed walking home through Old Town. No one ever menaced her there. Well. Only one, very specific person, and she had to ask for it.

Let go of me!

Bree's ears pricked--all four of them. The ones on top of her head, hidden by the floof of her hair and more importantly, by her hat, were mostly decoration but still reacted, whether she wanted them to or not.

There was a woman being menaced. That wasn't unheard of, on this side of town. Lots of supernatural tomfoolery. Bree hated it, but she normally kept her head down, because she was mostly human and therefore largely classified as a convenient snack. She was also technically not human which means no one who cared about secrets being kept would bother to step in on her behalf, either. It was a very shitty position to be in. Which was why she didn't come downtown that often.

Get her to the car.

There were two burly sort of men and one woman--tall but slight. How fast could they run? How well did she know this area? That was a stupid question. She knew this area intimitely well. She knew all areas intimitely well. And Old Town wasn't so far away at the speed she ran.

The woman wheezed and swore in French.

... God damnit all.

She pulled up her hoodie, tightening it a bit more to hide her face as best as it could. She was wearing contacts instead of glasses because she'd been intending to go for a run. Which she clearly was going to, just not quite in the intended manner.

Two big guys, one girl. Distracted. She could do this, and escape, definitely.

The speed with which she bolted into the alley would probably lead many to believe she was some sort of meta. In reality, she was just nearing the peak of human physical fitness. She spun her body into the swing of her bag--which was full of jars of jam and pickles and whatnot, mostly, and would be dropped and written off as a White Knight Expense--directly at the face of the large man holding the woman's arms.

Assuming it hit, or he reached up to protect his face, that would give her just enough time to scoop the woman up, princess style, and bolt. She'd be slower with an entire woman, but probably still fast enough.

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