characters: lenore quinlan & sebastian miller setting: somewhere along justice drive, not far from lenore's home summary: bastian sees an opportunity to prey upon a girl walking home alone. rating: tbd - prob warnings for language, potential violence or other triggering topics.
Lenore loved any occasion that promoted drinking. She was 21 now, legal drinking age and living on a beautiful island that doubled as a prison for people the government screwed over once already by poisoning them with radiation and giving them mutant abilities. It was a fucked up, weird world they lived in. She didn't even like to think about it - it just wasn't in her personality to dwell on things she couldn't change or take anything very seriously. Sometimes, when she felt a bit down, she'd self-medicate. It just so happened that New Years was a great time to self-medicate. All those resolutions that didn't mean shit because they were trapped like rats and she was never getting out of here. Good thing at the party and before the party even, there had been plenty of booze to keep herself going.
Now it was late, she was definitely wasted and making her way home. Probably shouldn't have done that, really. She could have tried to teleport, but it was so difficult to do on a normal basis with any accuracy, being drunk just meant that she'd end up probably trapping herself in another dimension if she got a portal to open at all. So she walked. Barefoot, because she'd worn some generally nice but not all that comfortable boots. It'd been hours and her feet were killing her - so off they went. It wasn't so bad, and it's not like it was snowing so she didn't even think about the cold as she made her way down the emptying streets. It was late, sometime after midnight for sure though Lenore couldn't place exactly how long after midnight it was. She had a beer in her hand still, holding onto it lightly in one hand. It sort of just dangled at her side except for the few times she lifted it to take another sip. She should have stopped hours ago.
She didn't have empathy. She didn't have a sixth sense or a danger sense or any real common sense to be honest. There was nothing in her that made her feel nervous about walking home. Guards were dicks but it was whatever, right? They would be dicks in the day time as well at night, she couldn't go on fearing every movement she made so she didn't. She just walked, and kept on walking like nothing bad could happen to her. Not being particularly observant or in-tuned with her own body, sort of disconnected she dragged her way through the night towards home, which she was vaguely aware of being just a block or two away now...