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aeons_crackshot ([personal profile] aeons_crackshot) wrote2010-03-13 08:12 pm
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AU: Chicago 1926

Eventually, the jungle was left behind and the FreakAngels and the members of the Æon Society made their way to Æon's headquarters in Chicago.

The headquarters looks, to the casual observer, much like the home of someone who is very well to do. It is, of course. Maxwell Anderson Mercer is a very wealthy man, philanthropist or no, after all. It's only when you look deeper and realize how solidly built the place is and that certain extra security measures are in place that it begins to reveal itself for what it is.

Namely, the home base of people who, not to put too fine a point on it, quite a lot of dangerous people want dead.

There is an island of calm in the hustle and bustle, the Archives. Every piece of research, every note, every adventure of the Society's members is in here...somewhere.
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[personal profile] leadinghome 2010-03-17 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, yes.

That's why Connor lets go, moves around to face her and takes the girl's hand. "Annabelle, would you be my girlfriend?"
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[personal profile] leadinghome 2010-03-17 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, he does not mind the kiss at all, smiling brightly into it and holding Annabelle for a long minute.

"I guess now I should get a job, so I can take you to the movies and stuff like that?"
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[personal profile] leadinghome 2010-03-17 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
"I want to. I guess we will have a lot of craziness to work through, but we should have some normalcy in between." He squeezes her hand, smiling.
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[personal profile] leadinghome 2010-03-17 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Me neither. I hope it is as nice as it seems." No reason to rush at all.

Just a couple of teens, enjoying the day.

Together.