voliere: (oh god)
Elizabeth Comstock ([personal profile] voliere) wrote2013-06-02 05:33 pm
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» oh, what I'd give to be a supernova

Elizabeth hadn't thought that he'd actually try to hurt her, but he did. She's not sure how badly he intended to hurt her, but she wasn't willing to find out. So she runs, and she's not really paying attention to where she's going. She's too busy thinking about what he said - what he called her and how maybe he was right, that sometimes people have to put themselves in danger to get out of it.

She's not expecting to run into anybody until she reaches the house she and Booker are staying in - but she does.

She'll be home after, she'll close the door behind her and pace around the kitchen in frustration, but first, she's about to slam right into someone not even involved.
tooghoulforschool: (intensely concerned about this)

[personal profile] tooghoulforschool 2013-06-03 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
Jesusfuck-- Ghoul grunts at the sudden impact, stumbling backward a little and automatically reaching for the shoulders of the person that just slammed into his chest. Can't a guy take a walk in peace anymore? It's not like the place is all that crowded. Should be able to move around without people running directly into you. He's just about ready to say so out loud when he looks down and realises it's Elizabeth.

And she looks upset. Really upset. Even if he didn't owe her for the cigarettes, he'd be concerned as all hell. "Hey, hey, hey! Woah there, chiquita, where's the fire? Slow down a sec and talk to me, what's goin' on?"
tooghoulforschool: (unamused as all hell)

[personal profile] tooghoulforschool 2013-06-03 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Bar? Mister? It's obvious by the look on his face that he doesn't like where this is going already. He practically bristles, checking behind her for anyone following. Actually, he's hoping to all hell someone IS following just so he can facilitate a calm and reasonable discussion between the perpetrator and his fist. Unfortunately, there's no one there.

He turns his attention back on Elizabeth, expression softening a little, "Breathe, princess. Deep breaths. Go slow and tell me."
tooghoulforschool: (You sure about that?)

[personal profile] tooghoulforschool 2013-06-03 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Motherfucker. He knew this shit would happen. He knew people were gonna take advantage. Fuck. He's furious. He's fuming. He wants nothing more than to go down to that bar and pound the guy's face into a bloody fucking pulp-- but she's still scared. And she's still upset.

Ghoul sighs, hands clenching into fists at his sides. This Albatou guy is a dead man. But later. Something tells him she's not going to approve of the swift-ass justice he has planned.

"Hey. Elizabeth, hey. You can't trust anyone out here, okay? Just assume that everyone's a fu-- ... everyone's a bad person until proven otherwise, yeah? That's the only way to do it. Hey, are you okay? Did he do anythin' else?" Because that's just going to determine how long he drags it out before ending that bastard.