WHO: Damien and Skye WHERE: The streets WHEN: Late WHAT: Intros
Damien glanced up at the stars as he walking through the streets of Crimson. There weren't many tonight. Fucking people, he thought, but that was the end of it. He continued his quiet, ritualistic stroll, a cigarette between his fingers and thoughts on his mind. He stopped to lean against the brick wall of the adult store Erotique. His feet had taken him this same path so many times, and he'd leaned against this certain building so many times, it took him a while to realize the lights were on. Until now, it had just been a building with dark windows and a sign proclaiming what had once been there. But now the sign was lit up, and the purple glow made the concrete a faint lavender. Damien stood up straight and took a few steps out, turning around to stare at the store front as he smoked his cigarette.