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[will_scarlett]

Sometimes there are hard days, when he wakes trembling from nightmares and even Kate's warmth doesn't help.

Then he walks with a bow in his hand, searching for any tree he can find and trying to find the Green his heart is missing.

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[friend_of_lucy]

After the flight with Jean, Tumnus is rather thoughtful and when he thinks he plays.

The sound of pan pipes drifts from behind the Cooper House as Tumnus plays and plays, thinking of Narnia, Lucy and the White Witch.

Somewhere in the Czech Republic

[wolfskincoat.livejournal.com]

The billboard by the side of the road is probably an advertisement. It's hard to tell, because the writing around the far-west panorama of stampeding buffalo is all in Czech, and any internationally recognisable logos that might have been on it are obscured from a theoretical observer when

FLASHBANG

a bright red Porsche convertible materialises out of nowhere, clocking at over125 kmph, with just enough distance for the driver to slam on the brakes before it screeches into the huge board, crashing into the board with enough force to send both rolling into the neighbouring field in a mess of smoke and wood.

When the smoke clears, the car is completely totalled, as one might expect. The sole driver, however, appears more annoyed than distressed over the accident. The air bag deflates with a hisssss after being sliced with a hunting knife, and the young redheaded driver sits for a few seconds, tapping three nails (one broke off in the crash) on the dashboard.



A decision later, clad only in her stockinged feet, that same stylish young lady makes her way to the road, carrying a roomy pigskin travelling case in one hand and a pair of patent black shoes in the other. They had been stilettos, but the heel has sadly snapped off one.

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[hippos-purros.livejournal.com]

A few days ago. . .

There was the usual flash, but. . . instead of a bang, a pathetic jingling noise. And out of nowhere stepped a young woman with waist-length copper hair and orange eyes. She raised an eyebrow, and looked around. Either this is wherever a Horseman of the Apocalypse goes when she's finally defeated, or. . . somewhere else. She was betting on somewhere else.

Somewhere else that is as much in the middle of nowhere as it's possible to be. She guessed Eastern Europe, but she could be wrong. The middle of nowhere called for a vehicle more rugged than her usual sports car, so her piercing whistle summoned up a cherry red Landrover.

She climbed in, slid in a Wagner CD, and cranked the volume way up.

Roadtrip. If she's got this world to herself, she's going to damned well make the most of it.

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[serinusniger]

At a time that's not the time they're all in Metropolis, there is a pair of fishnet tights out in the training field.

They're being worn by Dinah, who is stretching and warming up and waiting to see who's going to turn up for a training session, which is really the only reason you'd ctach her at the farm these days.