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Aug 29, 2008 20:17:30 GMT -5
Post by redtopaz on Aug 29, 2008 20:17:30 GMT -5
"Let's go then," Mercedes said, secretly glad Iseabail hadn't opted to linger. The nightmares stepped through the man's subconscious, drifted over the edge, and found them selves on the outskirts of Chimera.
Mercedes shivered as they came over the edge. It always gave her the heebie-jeebies to cross over. It's why she usually gorged herself whenever she was in the human world so she could delay coming back for just a little longer.
"I know just the place," Mercedes beamed, taking her aunt's hand encouragingly. There really was only one decent place for nightmares. The Faded. Mercedes had made enough arrests there to be popular with the owner but less so with the patrons. Maybe if she just kept her head down, no one would notice. It was all about taking care of Iseabail, anyways. And what better way to take care of a pseudo-relative than by getting them wasted?
-ooc; move to Faded?-
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Aug 29, 2008 20:20:50 GMT -5
Post by Maestro on Aug 29, 2008 20:20:50 GMT -5
((Most def.))
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