bound_lux (bound_lux) wrote in bound_rp, @ 2013-08-20 23:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | alvaro hernandez-abrams, eva larson, harmony steele, in progress, isabelle parker, john irvine, lux warren, private |
No matter how many times a person tries to run
Date: 27 January 2012 More than a week had gone by since the day of the attack. And for Lux Warren, her impatience was going thin. After her little meeting with John, they had both come to an understanding even though she preferred to spend as little time with Eva Larson as possible. Unfortunately the girl did have a network of sources that would prove vital to their search and the last thing any of them wanted to do was to inform their elders of their activities. The photo was of Eva’s parents, so logically she may have met the man at some point—then again, maybe not.
Time: 10:30pm
Location: Bar off Main Street.
Characters: Lux Warren, John Irvine, Eva Larson, Alvaro Abrams, Isabelle Parker, Harmony Steele
Description: A time for answers—maybe? (And perhaps some drinks after hehe)
Status: Private, in progress.
Emerald hues stared up at the lit sign of the bar they had agreed to meet. It was Friday night and according to Eva she needed to speak with both of them. Halting in her step, memories from the past came flooding back as she remembered the numerous times John and she, along with the others, had spent there. They may have been underage at the time but the point was moot. Mentally shaking her head, she continued on to the front as she gave the old wooden door a hard shove.
Immediately the smell of smoke and ale greeted her senses as she looked around the crowded bar. The room was packed but there was a back table shielded from the rest where they could conduct their business without interruption. Anyone present would be too deep in their cups to notice the three witches talking over a pint and less likely to report back to prying eyes. Weaving her way in and out of the crowd, she found the table empty. Nimble fingers reached for the buttons of her coat, as she would begin to slip them one by one through their tiny holes. Shrugging the garment off she tossed it on the nearby bench.
Like a cat, arms would stretch up above her head, as the long locks of her chocolate brown hair would cascade down her bare upper back in waves. The tiny black strings were secured tightly about her neck as the halter-top fitted her like a glove along with the jeans she had chosen to wear that night. Black suede knee length boots clung to her calfs as the heels added an extra few inches to her petite stature.
A small smile curled at the corners of her lips but was quickly replaced by a look of bewilderment. It was the first time she had felt someone’s stare on her in a bar. But this was the first time she ever felt a shiver crawl up and down her bare spine. The crystal around her neck felt warm as it rested against her chest between the low-cut v-neck of her top as she turned her head from one way and the other. She may have appeared to be slightly overdressed for a circle meeting but it was Friday night and she would be staying after with Al. The two may have butted heads previously, but Lux had felt it was high time to bury the hatchet and repair the circle—especially when the past was poking it’s ugly head out.