Paint splatters marked the skin of Lilith?s face, beige and rose against the porcelain of her cheeks. Having just finished painting her flat, she wandered downstairs and outside to the stoop of the building. Digits combed through silver locks, pushing them from her face, inadvertently depositing more paint within their strands. A clove was plucked from the pack sticking out of her back pocket and placed between her waiting lips, poised there precariously as she stuffed the pack back down into her jeans pocket. A flicker of thought ignited the clove and she took a deep drag, starting down the street at a pace that could only be considered a saunter.
Her white t-shirt was splattered with paint spots, as well as her beloved hard-labor jeans, as she called them. They were ripped at the knees and worn through in various other spots, suitable for not much more than keeping her decent. Ragged old Chucks completed the look, but Lilith didn?t much care what others thought if they saw her. Comfort ruled all, and she?d dance a jig on the bartop at the RDI before she?d ruin a good pair of jeans painting the flat.
Exhaling a cloud of smoke from between slightly parted lips, she sighed. It was late, and the sounds of the Meandering Rave and its bass-heavy music thrummed in the distance. The ember?s reflection smoldered deep within her eyes, making them appear to be on fire as she trained them on the figure at the end of the alley. It seemed to be slumped over, perhaps even injured.
Even if she used to be a killer, she was into the whole retribution thing now, right? With a soft grumble, she started down the alley, her clove propped between two fingers like a torch as she pointed at the figure. ?Hey! You alright?? The gray-clad figure stirred slightly, groaning. Lilith took a couple more steps forwards, then stopped abruptly as she caught the figure?s scent. Shifter, definitely. And dirty. Nostrils flared slightly, she took another long drag and leaned against the wall halfway down the alley, waiting for the others to show.
Casually, she propped one tennis shoe sole against the brick wall, exhaling amidst her words. ?Very slick. I actually should have known better. I mean, the outfit gives you away.? Footsteps entering the alley drew Lilith?s attention. It was a total of four to one. Bad odds. Well, bad for most people. ?Now this is just unsporting of you. Here I am, stopping to help like a good citizen, and look what thanks I get.? Her wry smile twisted further as the four Makos closed in.
Her white t-shirt was splattered with paint spots, as well as her beloved hard-labor jeans, as she called them. They were ripped at the knees and worn through in various other spots, suitable for not much more than keeping her decent. Ragged old Chucks completed the look, but Lilith didn?t much care what others thought if they saw her. Comfort ruled all, and she?d dance a jig on the bartop at the RDI before she?d ruin a good pair of jeans painting the flat.
Exhaling a cloud of smoke from between slightly parted lips, she sighed. It was late, and the sounds of the Meandering Rave and its bass-heavy music thrummed in the distance. The ember?s reflection smoldered deep within her eyes, making them appear to be on fire as she trained them on the figure at the end of the alley. It seemed to be slumped over, perhaps even injured.
Even if she used to be a killer, she was into the whole retribution thing now, right? With a soft grumble, she started down the alley, her clove propped between two fingers like a torch as she pointed at the figure. ?Hey! You alright?? The gray-clad figure stirred slightly, groaning. Lilith took a couple more steps forwards, then stopped abruptly as she caught the figure?s scent. Shifter, definitely. And dirty. Nostrils flared slightly, she took another long drag and leaned against the wall halfway down the alley, waiting for the others to show.
Casually, she propped one tennis shoe sole against the brick wall, exhaling amidst her words. ?Very slick. I actually should have known better. I mean, the outfit gives you away.? Footsteps entering the alley drew Lilith?s attention. It was a total of four to one. Bad odds. Well, bad for most people. ?Now this is just unsporting of you. Here I am, stopping to help like a good citizen, and look what thanks I get.? Her wry smile twisted further as the four Makos closed in.