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grandkenyon2017-06-19 07:46 pm
thaumatourgos) wrote in grandkenyon2017-06-19 07:46 pm
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[It is late evening, and there is an old van parked near the treeline of the woods that border the furthest suburbs of the city. Not too far in that treeline is similarly parked a blonde woman in her early thirties, perched on a log and tending a smoldering bonfire. Considering the temperature, it's obviously light that she's looking for, not heat.
She won't be hard to find: anyone with decent vision will be able to see the glow of her fledgling campfire, and anyone with a keen enough sense of smell will be able to pick up the smell from the enormous sack of White Castle burgers sitting by her feet. Abby is attentive, but still very much human, for those able to make the distinction, and she seems to very much be waiting on someone.
Finally, she shouts into the shadows of the trees, not aiming her voice in any particular direction:]
Oh, come on! I will buy you a PO Box!
She won't be hard to find: anyone with decent vision will be able to see the glow of her fledgling campfire, and anyone with a keen enough sense of smell will be able to pick up the smell from the enormous sack of White Castle burgers sitting by her feet. Abby is attentive, but still very much human, for those able to make the distinction, and she seems to very much be waiting on someone.
Finally, she shouts into the shadows of the trees, not aiming her voice in any particular direction:]
Oh, come on! I will buy you a PO Box!