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an alleyway meeting
WHO: Barton and Thursday
WHAT: requesting a unique sort of reconnaissance
WHERE: Thursday has alleys. Some alleys, she lets others know about.
WHEN: shortly after sundown, August 22
Normally, Thursday doesn't like to be found. Kindred are strong, and it doesn't matter that she is one of them, or that her clan's blood gives her the strength to be a monster. Because, frozen in time like this, she will always be smaller than them. And she doesn't want to be a monster.
It's better and safer to hide in the shadows and the alleys.
All that being said, sometimes being found has its uses: she's no idiot to turn away the opportunity for allies. So she makes herself available in the early hours of the night, in the back-alley lot of an old factory building, nowadays rented out for cheap storage. But there's a pizza joint around the corner, and there's enough scraps in its trash (and a enough sympathy from the cooks) to keep the kids fed. The real kids, that is.
Here, against the dirty brick and cracked asphalt, Thursday holds her own kind of court, the subtle pull of her status as a predator giving her an aura of influence despite her apparent age.
WHAT: requesting a unique sort of reconnaissance
WHERE: Thursday has alleys. Some alleys, she lets others know about.
WHEN: shortly after sundown, August 22
Normally, Thursday doesn't like to be found. Kindred are strong, and it doesn't matter that she is one of them, or that her clan's blood gives her the strength to be a monster. Because, frozen in time like this, she will always be smaller than them. And she doesn't want to be a monster.
It's better and safer to hide in the shadows and the alleys.
All that being said, sometimes being found has its uses: she's no idiot to turn away the opportunity for allies. So she makes herself available in the early hours of the night, in the back-alley lot of an old factory building, nowadays rented out for cheap storage. But there's a pizza joint around the corner, and there's enough scraps in its trash (and a enough sympathy from the cooks) to keep the kids fed. The real kids, that is.
Here, against the dirty brick and cracked asphalt, Thursday holds her own kind of court, the subtle pull of her status as a predator giving her an aura of influence despite her apparent age.