Post by Katy Jones on Jul 26, 2009 15:25:04 GMT -5
Katy stumbled into Haagan Daz looking tipsy and exhausted with an empty bottle covered in a paper bag in her hand. She sat clumsily at one of the tables with a hiccup. She could only focus on being told to come here and wait. On the subway a man had given her the bottle thinking she wasn't a freak that could see the future, and she'd taken it.
Why? She wanted to see if it worked. And so far it was. She had already seen herself coming into the place with surprising clarity. She'd also seen the deaths of about five of the seven people she'd met in the past month in Hong Kong. It was like watching a movie.
The Watcher didn't care to draw these particular visions in case someone got a hold of her notebook and tried to see what she had. That and she was too dizzy and drunk to draw anything right.
Why? She wanted to see if it worked. And so far it was. She had already seen herself coming into the place with surprising clarity. She'd also seen the deaths of about five of the seven people she'd met in the past month in Hong Kong. It was like watching a movie.
The Watcher didn't care to draw these particular visions in case someone got a hold of her notebook and tried to see what she had. That and she was too dizzy and drunk to draw anything right.
