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tamingthemuseTitle: Birds
Author: naughty_bangles
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It was a conspiracy of birds.
Warning: strong language.
Prompt #446 Foreshadow
A loud thump resonated against the window, and Gina startled, splashing hot coffee all around her mug. With a curse, she gathered the papers scattered on the table in a messy pile before the brown liquid could cause to much damage to them. With another curse, she turned left and right to find another spot to put said papers, and ended up balancing them on top of the back of the couch, where she hoped they would stay until she had cleaned the table. When she came back to the domestic crime scene, Gina picked up her half-full mug, and threw a spash of whiskey in it, "to fill it up". It was too early for that kind of mess, and so she felt she deserved a little pick-me-up.
Not feeling up to cleaning the table just yet, Gina went to the window, nursing the lukewarm mug in her hands. The glass sported a nasty red stain, but didn't appear to be broken. Trapped in what Gina assumed had to be blood were tiny packs of black fibers. Or, more precisely, tiny pieces of black feathers, coming from the crow that laid dead on the balcony tiles, its head smashed and clumpy with blood.
"Stupid bird", Gina grumbled, readying herself to take care of the mess.
"What the fuck?!"
Gina looked, awed and bated, at the seagull who had just snatched her sandwich from her hands, and was now on its way to eat it in a safer place. The woman was tempted to roast it on the spot, sacrificing the sandwich on the process, but she couldn't afford such a trick in the middle of a public park. That sodden animal didn't know how lucky it was.
So much for her lunch. She didn't have enough time left to grab something else to eat right now, not with that appointement on the other side of the city, but she would indulge herself in a copious snack afterwards. She could try that new bakery that had opened a couple of blocks from her place. She hoped they had decent drinks as well.
The sun had been set for a couple of hours when Gina finally opened her front door. It had been a long day, full of legwork and bizarre incidents. She was happy it was over. She threw her coat on the couch, where it joined a pile of other clothing items she had never come around to put away. Her purse quickly joined them, causing a small slide toward the floor. Ignoring the whole thing, Gina took two glasses from the cupboard, the bottle of whiskey still sticking on the table with badly cleaned ccold coffee, and went to open the glass door to the balcony. She poured herself a drink, put the bottle and the second glass down on the tiles next to her, and leaned on the railing, her back to the road. She took a thoughtful sip before turning her head toward the opposite side of the balcony.
"I'm sure there were more subtle ways to tell me you were back in town, Robin", Gina said.
"Maybe", came a soft and singing voice from the dark corner. "But where would be the fun in it?"
A short, plump woman emerged from the shadow, a broad smile on her face. "I'm happy to see you, Gin. Would you happen to have another like this one on hand?", she added, pointed to the glass of whiskey.
"For a friend, always", Gina responded, taking the second glass and pouring a decent amount of liquor in it. Handing it to the newcomer, she added: "So, what owe me the pleasure of seeing you here?"
Accepting the glass, Robin replied: "Business, I'm afraid. Something dark is coming your way, Gina. The week is going to be unpleasant."
Author: naughty_bangles
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It was a conspiracy of birds.
Warning: strong language.
Prompt #446 Foreshadow
A loud thump resonated against the window, and Gina startled, splashing hot coffee all around her mug. With a curse, she gathered the papers scattered on the table in a messy pile before the brown liquid could cause to much damage to them. With another curse, she turned left and right to find another spot to put said papers, and ended up balancing them on top of the back of the couch, where she hoped they would stay until she had cleaned the table. When she came back to the domestic crime scene, Gina picked up her half-full mug, and threw a spash of whiskey in it, "to fill it up". It was too early for that kind of mess, and so she felt she deserved a little pick-me-up.
Not feeling up to cleaning the table just yet, Gina went to the window, nursing the lukewarm mug in her hands. The glass sported a nasty red stain, but didn't appear to be broken. Trapped in what Gina assumed had to be blood were tiny packs of black fibers. Or, more precisely, tiny pieces of black feathers, coming from the crow that laid dead on the balcony tiles, its head smashed and clumpy with blood.
"Stupid bird", Gina grumbled, readying herself to take care of the mess.
"What the fuck?!"
Gina looked, awed and bated, at the seagull who had just snatched her sandwich from her hands, and was now on its way to eat it in a safer place. The woman was tempted to roast it on the spot, sacrificing the sandwich on the process, but she couldn't afford such a trick in the middle of a public park. That sodden animal didn't know how lucky it was.
So much for her lunch. She didn't have enough time left to grab something else to eat right now, not with that appointement on the other side of the city, but she would indulge herself in a copious snack afterwards. She could try that new bakery that had opened a couple of blocks from her place. She hoped they had decent drinks as well.
The sun had been set for a couple of hours when Gina finally opened her front door. It had been a long day, full of legwork and bizarre incidents. She was happy it was over. She threw her coat on the couch, where it joined a pile of other clothing items she had never come around to put away. Her purse quickly joined them, causing a small slide toward the floor. Ignoring the whole thing, Gina took two glasses from the cupboard, the bottle of whiskey still sticking on the table with badly cleaned ccold coffee, and went to open the glass door to the balcony. She poured herself a drink, put the bottle and the second glass down on the tiles next to her, and leaned on the railing, her back to the road. She took a thoughtful sip before turning her head toward the opposite side of the balcony.
"I'm sure there were more subtle ways to tell me you were back in town, Robin", Gina said.
"Maybe", came a soft and singing voice from the dark corner. "But where would be the fun in it?"
A short, plump woman emerged from the shadow, a broad smile on her face. "I'm happy to see you, Gin. Would you happen to have another like this one on hand?", she added, pointed to the glass of whiskey.
"For a friend, always", Gina responded, taking the second glass and pouring a decent amount of liquor in it. Handing it to the newcomer, she added: "So, what owe me the pleasure of seeing you here?"
Accepting the glass, Robin replied: "Business, I'm afraid. Something dark is coming your way, Gina. The week is going to be unpleasant."
