Who: Kali & Raijin Where: NYU campus, Greenwich Village area When: Friday evening, Kali's on her way to the club after work at the university. Warnings: TBD
It had been a sweet day. The sun was setting outside. It was nearly ten. She spent most of it outside at the park, but later was paged to the office she worked in at the college. She'd been preparing for her set at the club later in the evening, preparing for the flux and flood of dancing bodies waiting and willing to lose themselves to something higher than their petty selves. The professor she worked for had an immense and endless pile of papers for her to sift through, which she would, likely on Sunday morning.
Moving from the office with a strange and slightly off-kilter grace, her thoughts everywhere and nowhere at once, she held the large collection of essays in her arms while walking down to the exit and the steps outside, musing on the pitfalls of green high heels on marble floors.
She paused, hearing, or, rather, feeling something like thunder. Moving down the way a bit, she poked her head into an abandoned classroom, empty for the night, and saw no one playing, but rather, a group of people discussing something. Music, most likely. But there was one there, that when she looked at him critically with narrowed eyes, that the air moved around in ways that should not have been indoors. A storm encompassed in a small body. Kali smirked, shifting her weight some.