who. abel davis
what. abel roams around the city with a mission to located lilah's apartment, but obviously she came at an inappropriate time.
when. sundown.
where. lilah's apartment
locked to. lilah and wesley
status. complete!
Colour milked the sky a dusky violet, stitching the sky in concentrated violet, momentarily hypnotizing it's audience. When you witnessed nocturnal phases, it mentally impossible to appreciate the sunrise; a disappointment of society, false and defective. Abel had spent ages depicting the flaws of reality, and carving out the core and inspecting it's compact shell, her conspiracies expanding, hypothesis and conclusions defying the laws of principles with a pale malice sharpening a well - more improved - abel davis. The bitter end of the bullet is a piece of metal that invokes fear most - while others would consider themselves troops, instead of civilians; cause they seen the worst mankind could inflict on others and aren't afraid of the consequences. Abel considered herself a real trooper; she wore the complacent smile to prove it, bladed finely for your pleasure. She wasn't about to surrender authority when this world called for dominance and stalwart honesty in order to survive the chaotic thresholds, and be able to break through any barriers that fall on the other side. She sniffed the cool air in search of that threshold, but all she smelled was unworthiness. Nothing was worth her time. Except, maybe, Lilah Morgan.