Chastity's face lit up from the fire that sparked in front of her, burning the end of the cigarette that rested lightly between her lips, dragging upon it to fill her blackened lungs with the smoke that will eventually kill her in later life, disgarding the lighter into the front pocket of her guitar case she slung over her one shoulder. The smoke was blown from her lips with a loud sigh as two fingers came up to pin the stick between them, drawing it close to her side while giving it a light flick to send the dead ashes to the ground.
She continued to walk on through the streets while having no true idea where the hell she was going, but she had an idea or two where Keaton said it was. She was terrible at directions and continued to walk mindless about the City while glancing around and seeing the sights - asking people for directions, wondering how to get there... Wondering if she will ever get there.
"Yeah I know the place. Keaton Fox?"
"Uhm... Yes, I think that's his name... I mean yeah Keaton but his last name? I don't know..." Chastity fiddled with the tips of her ginger shoulder lengthed hair meely, avoiding her eyes from the woman she just asked. She looked like some business woman and the type who had little time for children... If anything Chat avoided her attention from the older woman's face by sucking away at the cigarette and expelling the smoke towards the ground.
The woman narrowed her eyes, "Aren't you too young to smoke, child?"
Bright blue eyes looked up guiltily, "... Y... I'm ninteen... That's old enough... Yeah?" A shy smile up to her however as her hand that held the cigarette trapped between her fingers smoothed the imaginary folds in her green and red checkard skirt.
"Well..." The woman pointed over her shoulder to the building with hardly any windows, directly behind her. "This is the studio your talking about."
Suddenly, she felt very stupid because she had been standing before the studio for the last fifteen minutes... And hadn't noticed.
"Th... Thanks, miss..." A smile to the already departing lady who helped her, she threw Chastity a wave and of course Chat couldn't help but feel somewhat downgraded by the woman's observation of her smoking habit... She had it since she was twelve (thanks to peer pressure) and to give it up now was nearly impossible for her to imagine.
And with a glance to the cigarette dropped it to the ground and snuffed it out below a black leather heelless shoe and stepped up the the door. Knocking upon it gently... Perhaps too gently.
A cough, "Hello?" She called out. Knock knock knock. "Its... Chastity..."
She continued to walk on through the streets while having no true idea where the hell she was going, but she had an idea or two where Keaton said it was. She was terrible at directions and continued to walk mindless about the City while glancing around and seeing the sights - asking people for directions, wondering how to get there... Wondering if she will ever get there.
"Yeah I know the place. Keaton Fox?"
"Uhm... Yes, I think that's his name... I mean yeah Keaton but his last name? I don't know..." Chastity fiddled with the tips of her ginger shoulder lengthed hair meely, avoiding her eyes from the woman she just asked. She looked like some business woman and the type who had little time for children... If anything Chat avoided her attention from the older woman's face by sucking away at the cigarette and expelling the smoke towards the ground.
The woman narrowed her eyes, "Aren't you too young to smoke, child?"
Bright blue eyes looked up guiltily, "... Y... I'm ninteen... That's old enough... Yeah?" A shy smile up to her however as her hand that held the cigarette trapped between her fingers smoothed the imaginary folds in her green and red checkard skirt.
"Well..." The woman pointed over her shoulder to the building with hardly any windows, directly behind her. "This is the studio your talking about."
Suddenly, she felt very stupid because she had been standing before the studio for the last fifteen minutes... And hadn't noticed.
"Th... Thanks, miss..." A smile to the already departing lady who helped her, she threw Chastity a wave and of course Chat couldn't help but feel somewhat downgraded by the woman's observation of her smoking habit... She had it since she was twelve (thanks to peer pressure) and to give it up now was nearly impossible for her to imagine.
And with a glance to the cigarette dropped it to the ground and snuffed it out below a black leather heelless shoe and stepped up the the door. Knocking upon it gently... Perhaps too gently.
A cough, "Hello?" She called out. Knock knock knock. "Its... Chastity..."