I'm A Darker Dream That Has No Ending

Phoebe had a broken wrist...

...and a bag that she was trying to pack things into.

Granted, the packing was going veeeeerrrrry slow as she could only use one hand, but she was still very determined.

She was leaving and quite possibly checking into a hotel or just leaving for awhile.

She hadn't decided.

What she had decided -- because she was soooo good at making decisions right now -- was that she couldn't be at the house right now.

Cole was alive.

Cole was alive, quite possibly possessed and he wanted her to suffer for some wrongs he thought she had done.

He had almost killed Anders.

From the way he was acting, it was quite possible that anyone that came near her or was close to her was going to be a target. Someone she cared about could get hurt or killed just because they were near her or tried to help her.

So... she had decided that she would stay somewhere else until she could free Cole from whatever was possessing him and wanted to hurt her. The real Cole would never have hit her... he never would have hurt her or Anders or anyone else.

Thus packing.

With one hand.

Pity she had left that pesky door open.



[[Open to anyone who wants to knock sense into her, stop her, or the insane!husband if he wants to mess with her.]]

When it was late, Phoebe slipped from her room and then from the house. She had had one of her premonitions. She had seen a demon creeping around an area she recognized as being in the park. It was a spot she often had wandered in when she was drinking and trying to figure out what to do for the rest of the night.

A demon had probably been what had been messing with things in her room.

A demon had attacked and almost killed Anders.

Thus, she was going hunting.


( Phoebe lit up a cigarette as she walked slowly to the park. )


[[OOC: For holdingontolove]]

After the fight with Cally at All Souls and seeing Pippi, Phoebe had had too much. Saying goodbye to Pippi, she had fled.

Now, she wasn't sure exactly where she was. She had had a lot to drink before the fight.

She was on her way home, she thought, and was more than a little drunk and her bottom lip was still bleeding. Her face hurt and she really was thinking of finding more alcohol so it wouldn't hurt.




[[OOC: For beenthroughthat]]