Hooray and other happy horse...

[amelia-z.livejournal.com]

Amelia's coming down from the house fast enough that if she trips, she'll probably blow her knee out. She doesn't much care about the property. Seeing that demon-thing-- the size-- and watching the Outsiders dance round after round with it...

The panic's no more than a constant dinging in her head. It sounds a bit like an oven timer. She pushes it back, slowing as she comes across a patch of destroyed crawlers. She almost looks like she's going to cry.

"Anybody hurt?" but it's a bit half-hearted.

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[amelia-z.livejournal.com]

And all Amelia really cares about is the 'who' in that 'someone'. She also hadn't realized how truly entertaining Mr. Constantine could be during incineration until just now.

Back in the real world, however, her urge to kick the git in the head is made an impossibility with present company. "As much as a joyless existance of boozing and back-stabbing sounds lovely, I like my world of stocks and charities just fine. And I doubt very much that you have ever seen the amount of money to afford me, so stop calling me 'sunshine'."

[tefe-holland.livejournal.com]

"Both of you stop having pissing contests or I'll make sure neither of you can talk." She points warningly at them both.