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Nov. 15th, 2005 06:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[Delia is outside, jeans and a turtleneck and pretending not to be a lady. She's twenty-three now, if counting the years made sense now that she is dead. well, it does in a way - count down the years until the door appears]
[but she isn't thinking about that, oh no. She's not thinking at all, just aiming and firing and reloading Indy's beloved gun]
[it makes her feel a bit better, if nothing else.
[but she isn't thinking about that, oh no. She's not thinking at all, just aiming and firing and reloading Indy's beloved gun]
[it makes her feel a bit better, if nothing else.