Atë (recklessate) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-04-03 10:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | ate, deimos |
WHO: Ate and Deimos
WHEN: Friday night
WHERE: Coney Island boardwalk
WHAT: Aunt Ruin wants to party with one of her favorite nephews.
WARNINGS: There's sure to be violence
Gazing up at the ferris wheel above her, Ate let her eyes go in and out of the focus as she tilted her head to the side. The lights were bright and she liked the slow turning of them against the black of the sky.
She turned her back on it, flicking her tongue out to catch at the bright pink strands of cotton candy on the stick in her hand. As yet she'd not spotted Deimos but the night was young(ish) and she was happy to watch the people moving around her, smiling sweetly at the pretty boys who caught her eye. Everyone on the boardwalk was happy and bright and Ate couldn't help but scan the crowds for those that seemed darker, more dangerous, more like herself. So far she was doing her best not to pick out any prey of her own. She'd wait for her nephew for that and let him choose. Besides, she wanted to see exactly what he was like tonight. From what she'd seen, he had shifted since their time together at the swamp house.
Ate pulled off another piece of cotton candy and popped it into her mouth.