Ensign Sariel Rager (
visible_sariel
) wrote
2012-10-23 04:32 am (UTC)
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Elsewhere upstairs, Sariel Rager wakes up with a stifled yell that abruptly turns into a violent fit of coughing.
There's a piece of old-fashioned paper clutched in her hand, and an equally antique pen rolling across her floor.
The paper contains a single freehand sketch of a circle crossed with an X. She knows that style of drawing.
It's her own.
The clocks in the bar proper read 3:33 A.M.
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There's a piece of old-fashioned paper clutched in her hand, and an equally antique pen rolling across her floor.
The paper contains a single freehand sketch of a circle crossed with an X. She knows that style of drawing.
It's her own.
The clocks in the bar proper read 3:33 A.M.