[Aeron's heart is thudding in her ears and her breathing is steady. The last gun is holstered, and she throws on a leather jacket to cover it as she heads for the door.]
'Where is the nearest Pym doo--' [Shock is what cuts her off, for when she opens their front door she finds herself staring, not onto their front lawn, but at a flight of stairs leading up to a street. As she blinks, stunned, she notices the architecture, the ethnicity of the people rioting. Its Chinatown, and if there is any justice in the world this is L.A.]
'Nevermind. Don't go in until I get there.' [Aeron races out onto the street, letting the ornate door slam shut behind her. In her haste, she doesn't notice the faded sign at street level: Count D's Pet Shop.]
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Date: 2012-09-30 06:07 pm (UTC)'Where is the nearest Pym doo--' [Shock is what cuts her off, for when she opens their front door she finds herself staring, not onto their front lawn, but at a flight of stairs leading up to a street. As she blinks, stunned, she notices the architecture, the ethnicity of the people rioting. Its Chinatown, and if there is any justice in the world this is L.A.]
'Nevermind. Don't go in until I get there.' [Aeron races out onto the street, letting the ornate door slam shut behind her. In her haste, she doesn't notice the faded sign at street level: Count D's Pet Shop.]