Who: Zeth Yaxley and Penelope Clearwater When: Late hours of September 12 / Early hours of September 13 Where: A London street. What: Penelope has something Zeth covets Status: Closed Rating: TBD but at least PG-13 for some mild violence/violence
Penelope tugged her jacket tighter around her petite form as she stepped out onto the street and into the chilly night air. Autumn was fast approaching and signs of it were everywhere; the chilly lingering night air, the light orange color sneaking into the green of the leaves, and the cool night breeze. Soon it would be snowing. Shaking her head, Penny pushed that thought from her mind. As much as she loved winter and the chaos the holidays brought there was a time for everything. Right now, she wanted to just get home and crawl into her warm bed. Surrounded by the comfort of her many pillows, blankets, and her puppy. Working nights at the hospital really were getting to be inconvenient. The stories of missing girls, deaths, and other strange happenings fresh in her mind helped to make her weary of walking home alone. Though, it was not like she had much choice. Sure she had friends but she would hate to drag them out here so late at night because she was feeling a little paranoid. She was a grown woman and a witch at that. That in mind she steeled her mind and stepped into the street and headed towards home.
Even as she walked her thoughts did not once wander to the bracelet she had been given just days ago at work. Some old lady, on her death bed, made her swear to keep it safe until the rightful heir could come and claim it. Why did she keep it? She was not sure but something about the woman had convinced her so she had held onto it and said nothing. How harmful could a bracelet be? Old ladies tended to be paranoid and despite many warnings about people seeking the bracelet, Penelope wasn't convinced. Still, it was there. On her at the moment skillfully hidden, just in case. Her long blonde locks were pulled back in an elegant bun, a few curls left out to frame her face delicately. It would hardly be suspicious as it was held by a barely visible iridescent hair clip; or in Penelope's case the bracelet she was told to conceal. Even if someone came looking for it, it was likely they would look in her hair for it. It was a brilliant hiding place, if she did say so herself.
So, adjusting her bag on her shoulder she kept walking. Even though she swept the area with her blue eyes she failed to miss the man lurking in the shadows. His footsteps falling into perfect rhythm with her own, masking their sound perfectly and making her believe she was alone on the seemingly empty street.