2 Who would have thought, that with all the kerfluffles going on in their community, that the biggest thing on Laura's plate right now was hosting, of all things, her school's talent show. She'd never considered herself much of an emcee, but apparently this job was now up to her. The headmaster had said it was easy, a right of passage for the new teachers.
So please explain why Laura was practically tearing her hair out over creating a decent set-list, a few jokes and oh, right, coming up with a decent prize.
Right now, her idea for a prize was simple, and that's what brought her to Tesco, grabbing a few packages of jelly babies and jammy dodgers. Everyone liked candy as a prize, right? She looks at the cookies for a moment, hesitates, and then puts them back. "Maybe I should stick with Cadbury... What do teenagers even like anymore?" She hadn't been a teenager in a long, long time, and when she had, it had been in upstate New York. London was a very, very different sort of thing.
4 She can almost taste the full moon. It's coming, at the end of the week. Right now, the moon is in the sky, even though it's the middle of the afternoon, a phenomenon she'd seen countless times before. Something about it's appearance makes the air sharper, taste more of ozone than it had before. Or perhaps that was the magic?
It draws her attention, however, as it does for so many supernatural sorts, and instead of taking the normal way back to her flat, Laura finds herself wandering through the park, one eye glued to the moon that seemed to follow her with every step. It's comforting: the same moon from back home, every 28 days.
Idly she wonders where the hell she can get some chains around here.
7 One foot in front of the other, in front of the other. Her footsteps echo across the nearly empty streets. Running had always been a favorite of hers, a way to clear her mind before the busy day ahead. She liked to get lost in her own thoughts, let her feet lead the way. There's a cold mist in the air, but Laura knows if she runs enough, she'll hardly notice it. Instead, she'll focus on something else- an upcoming assignment for her students, something she'd heard from her pack, her life back in Ithaca.
Life before she was bitten and chose to uproot her entire life, choosing to come to London rather than stay and face a life that had suddenly become so empty and lonely. She'd made a good choice, she knew. The right choice.
Laura Roslin | Battlestar Galactica | Werewolf
Who would have thought, that with all the kerfluffles going on in their community, that the biggest thing on Laura's plate right now was hosting, of all things, her school's talent show. She'd never considered herself much of an emcee, but apparently this job was now up to her. The headmaster had said it was easy, a right of passage for the new teachers.
So please explain why Laura was practically tearing her hair out over creating a decent set-list, a few jokes and oh, right, coming up with a decent prize.
Right now, her idea for a prize was simple, and that's what brought her to Tesco, grabbing a few packages of jelly babies and jammy dodgers. Everyone liked candy as a prize, right? She looks at the cookies for a moment, hesitates, and then puts them back. "Maybe I should stick with Cadbury... What do teenagers even like anymore?" She hadn't been a teenager in a long, long time, and when she had, it had been in upstate New York. London was a very, very different sort of thing.
4
She can almost taste the full moon. It's coming, at the end of the week. Right now, the moon is in the sky, even though it's the middle of the afternoon, a phenomenon she'd seen countless times before. Something about it's appearance makes the air sharper, taste more of ozone than it had before. Or perhaps that was the magic?
It draws her attention, however, as it does for so many supernatural sorts, and instead of taking the normal way back to her flat, Laura finds herself wandering through the park, one eye glued to the moon that seemed to follow her with every step. It's comforting: the same moon from back home, every 28 days.
Idly she wonders where the hell she can get some chains around here.
7
One foot in front of the other, in front of the other. Her footsteps echo across the nearly empty streets. Running had always been a favorite of hers, a way to clear her mind before the busy day ahead. She liked to get lost in her own thoughts, let her feet lead the way. There's a cold mist in the air, but Laura knows if she runs enough, she'll hardly notice it. Instead, she'll focus on something else- an upcoming assignment for her students, something she'd heard from her pack, her life back in Ithaca.
Life before she was bitten and chose to uproot her entire life, choosing to come to London rather than stay and face a life that had suddenly become so empty and lonely. She'd made a good choice, she knew. The right choice.
She just needed to remind herself of that.
8
boom.