OOC: This takes place prior to the return in "Lightfall".
All But Abandoned
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"Boldness is a mask for fear, however great." ― John Dryden
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Rhydin. Dockside District. Curtea de Arges Public Park.
It was not like her to want to meet him. At most, she would give her orders over the phone. She knew as well as he did that it was too dangerous for them to be seen together. The Company they worked for had eyes everywhere. He hoped that the starless night sky would help shield them in its blanket of darkness. It was as if even the moon dared not show its face tonight, but the dark was not enough to dissuade him from entering the park where she instructed him to meet her.
The rusted swings and overgrown grass made it clear that the child's playground had rarely seen a child in quite awhile, but it had been all but abandoned. Now it was a hotspot for drug deals, gun smuggling, and the gang fights over control of its territory. It would have been somewhat busy on an menacing night like tonight, but it seemed as though even the local crime wasn't willing to risk an outing tonight.
He continued walking down the pathway to the center of the park. Lantern light posts dotting the trail had been burnt out long ago, but he could see her as he approached. Her pitch black clothing and equally jet black hair did nothing to help her stand out in the night, but her form was outlined in the darkness by the sun bleached pine bench on which she sat.
"I'm so glad you've outgrown that old trench coat. It aged you," she said as if the words left a bad taste in her mouth. She studied him in his rough brown leather jacket and faded navy jeans.
"Yes, well, you weren't the only one to say as much, Leta," he said, calmly sitting next to her, staring out at a simple carousel, though the word was much more elegant than the object itself. It was just a large, flat metal disc that could be spun around in either direction with a safety railing for the children to hang onto. With how most of its brightly colored paint was flaked off and the metal was visibly corroded underneath, he doubted it would be safe enough to stand on, let alone spin.
With a smile, she asked, "So she puts you in your place, too?"
He turned his head to face her. Her pale face was about the only thing that could be seen clearly. Though he appeared to be in his early twenties, she only appeared to be a few years older than he, with dark blue eyes that now stared out over the empty park. He said blankly, "I would appreciate it if you told me what you brought me out here for.?
All But Abandoned
~~~
"Boldness is a mask for fear, however great." ― John Dryden
~~~
Rhydin. Dockside District. Curtea de Arges Public Park.
It was not like her to want to meet him. At most, she would give her orders over the phone. She knew as well as he did that it was too dangerous for them to be seen together. The Company they worked for had eyes everywhere. He hoped that the starless night sky would help shield them in its blanket of darkness. It was as if even the moon dared not show its face tonight, but the dark was not enough to dissuade him from entering the park where she instructed him to meet her.
The rusted swings and overgrown grass made it clear that the child's playground had rarely seen a child in quite awhile, but it had been all but abandoned. Now it was a hotspot for drug deals, gun smuggling, and the gang fights over control of its territory. It would have been somewhat busy on an menacing night like tonight, but it seemed as though even the local crime wasn't willing to risk an outing tonight.
He continued walking down the pathway to the center of the park. Lantern light posts dotting the trail had been burnt out long ago, but he could see her as he approached. Her pitch black clothing and equally jet black hair did nothing to help her stand out in the night, but her form was outlined in the darkness by the sun bleached pine bench on which she sat.
"I'm so glad you've outgrown that old trench coat. It aged you," she said as if the words left a bad taste in her mouth. She studied him in his rough brown leather jacket and faded navy jeans.
"Yes, well, you weren't the only one to say as much, Leta," he said, calmly sitting next to her, staring out at a simple carousel, though the word was much more elegant than the object itself. It was just a large, flat metal disc that could be spun around in either direction with a safety railing for the children to hang onto. With how most of its brightly colored paint was flaked off and the metal was visibly corroded underneath, he doubted it would be safe enough to stand on, let alone spin.
With a smile, she asked, "So she puts you in your place, too?"
He turned his head to face her. Her pale face was about the only thing that could be seen clearly. Though he appeared to be in his early twenties, she only appeared to be a few years older than he, with dark blue eyes that now stared out over the empty park. He said blankly, "I would appreciate it if you told me what you brought me out here for.?