All I hear is this black rain Who: Lane & NPC When: Present Where: Las Vegas, NV Status: Complete
I went in search of answers but all I found were monsters
A cloud of smoke exited upon a slow exhale.
From somewhere behind her she could hear the raucous echo of a siren playing tag with the buildings. On the corner of the street where Bonanza collided with Stewart, things were tranquil as if the scene itself was frozen in time. Her dark eyes stared blankly at the slip of shadow created by the barely open, magenta door. Two steps would take you up to the stoop, another pair landed you on the mat: Go Away.
’So much for that’. She thought to herself when she had first arrived. Pressed against the door of her silver Subaru she waited. Ebony hair touched the seams of a plum cardigan, a ruffle of black silk lay beneath. The heel of her shoe clicked impatiently against the street just before it met the curb. Another puff from the black vaping device curled in pale, lithe fingers would render a curl of smoke into the night like a surrender.
She looked at her watch. Late. A huffed sigh and she rolled her dark eyes as the agonizing crunch of pavement on tires met her. There weren’t any lights on the vehicle. Smart. Picking at manicured fingernails with a modest coating of color, she waited for the driver to park.
“Yo,” called the person who exited the vehicle, which caused her eyes to drift upward impatiently. Lane could only smile. “Dot,” he cooed, opening his arms as he stepped up to her vehicle. “My Dotty! You’re looking so good this evening.”
“Shove it,” she replied, frowning. That stirred up a bit of laughter from the etheric that caused her eyes to narrow. Dotty motioned at the entryway of the house they were both now standing before. “I wouldn’t go in there if I were you,” she advised, glancing pointedly at him. “But there is something you’re going to want to see.”
Lane blinked. He knew she didn’t call him to meet unless there was something interesting.
Dropping her vape into the handbag hanging from the strap curled around her elbow, Dot arched an eyebrow. She used her free hand to smooth the lapel over the front of her blouse to hide her name tag - D. Chase, Palm Mortuary.
By now, Lane was moving from one foot to the other as he did his best to contain his excitement. He waited for her signal, the usual admission that came with a flick of her fingers, before he sprinted quietly albeit eagerly up the walkway and toward the warning. Folding her arms across her chest, Dotty leaned back against the door of the SUV to wait. As the etheric disappeared behind the door she sighed softly to herself. “Why did I give up smoking?”