Dodging the legs with a leap to the side, Rachel cursed softly, keeping her grip on the shotgun even as she aimed it again. Who the hell was breaking into her house? It obviously wasn't one of the island hallucinations, too solid, she hadn't ticked anyone off lately, except maybe the students and she beat them up too regularly for them to risk something like this.
Her eyes started to pick out details, forcing them past her still slightly wine-addled mind. The, hell... "Aidan!?"
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Date: 2012-08-14 05:24 pm (UTC)Her eyes started to pick out details, forcing them past her still slightly wine-addled mind. The, hell... "Aidan!?"