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A Healing Touch [complete]
WHO: Raven ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
darkprophecies, Bullseye deadontarget
WHERE: A small park behind the Library.
WHEN: March 9th, 8:00pm.
WARNINGS: BULLSEYE HAS A DIRTY MOUTH ALL THE TIME. Raven's just Raven.
SUMMARY: After Bullseye's desperate plea for someone to help him with his painful migrane, Raven offers to assist him despite anything he's done.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
The air around the library was surprisingly crisp given the time of year, and it was the first thing that reached Raven's mind as she finally exited the library's front doors. Only the slightest exhale provided a small steam cloud to leave her mouth. It hadn't been this chilled when she entered that morning... however it was an ironic setting for what she was about to do.
She could already hear her teammates yelling at her, the other heroes of the city chastising her for helping someone they obviously hated. But how could she just let someone suffer? Isn't that what her father would've wanted her to do - and Azar forbid she ever stoop as low as his wishes. She pulled her cloak tight around her frame, lifting the cloak over her head as she made her way around the building.
This isn't right..., she levitated a bit into the air to ease the sound of any footsteps that might be heard. If you're having to resort to sneaking around, then this isn't what you should be doing. The thought played over and over like a broken record in her mind, despite that she carried herself onward, and into the very park she had agreed to meet in earlier that day. She came to rest beside a simple carved statue, nervously glancing around for the man she was to meet.
darkprophecies, Bullseye deadontargetWHERE: A small park behind the Library.
WHEN: March 9th, 8:00pm.
WARNINGS: BULLSEYE HAS A DIRTY MOUTH ALL THE TIME. Raven's just Raven.
SUMMARY: After Bullseye's desperate plea for someone to help him with his painful migrane, Raven offers to assist him despite anything he's done.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
The air around the library was surprisingly crisp given the time of year, and it was the first thing that reached Raven's mind as she finally exited the library's front doors. Only the slightest exhale provided a small steam cloud to leave her mouth. It hadn't been this chilled when she entered that morning... however it was an ironic setting for what she was about to do.
She could already hear her teammates yelling at her, the other heroes of the city chastising her for helping someone they obviously hated. But how could she just let someone suffer? Isn't that what her father would've wanted her to do - and Azar forbid she ever stoop as low as his wishes. She pulled her cloak tight around her frame, lifting the cloak over her head as she made her way around the building.
This isn't right..., she levitated a bit into the air to ease the sound of any footsteps that might be heard. If you're having to resort to sneaking around, then this isn't what you should be doing. The thought played over and over like a broken record in her mind, despite that she carried herself onward, and into the very park she had agreed to meet in earlier that day. She came to rest beside a simple carved statue, nervously glancing around for the man she was to meet.