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Feb. 23rd, 2006

Shining silver slivers of safety pins. Safety formed from circles pierced in the flesh, a ring to keep out the fairies, a ring to save her, a ring of safety pins dug deep into the flesh. Instead of a coat turned inside out, a circle of silver safety pins twisted lightly were enough to distort the image, change the view. She always kept a lining of safety pins in her leather jacket in case the ring of safety pins wasn't enough. She could add to it, expand it, make it bigger as needed, form complex interlocking loops of safety, silver stained red with her own blood. She crouched in the doorway and watched as they walked by. They thought that she couldn't see them, she knew. It was better that they thought this. They didn't know that she had the Sight, had had it since a bad overdose--

Inspiration: A box of safety pins.
Story Potential: Low story potential, high character potential.
Notes: Um...no notes.

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