Wrath (ire) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-01-11 19:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | ra, wrath |
Who: Wrath and Ra
Where:Edge of Central Park
When: Sunday, four PM
Rating/Warnings: TBA
It had been a rather boring Sunday, Wrath having to kick out the young mortal man she'd brought home from the bar the night before and clean up her place after the rather vigorous time they'd had. She puttered around the apartment for most of the afternoon, trying to clean but being so restless that eventually she put on a simple red tank top over her jeans and threw a coat on over it. Grabbing her purse, she left her building and wandered for a bit. Sure, she could cause a fight or two, or go get drunk this early or find another random mortal to enjoy and then throw away but that was easy. She wanted a challenge.
She didn't find it when she blew about seven hundred dollars on a new coat and two new pairs of shoes and she didn't find it when she bought a particularly interesting hunting knife from a street vendor. Ending up sitting down on a Central Park bench with her bags in front of her, she couldn't help but take a closer look at the hunting knife, opening the case. It was nice and long, slightly curved with serrated edges and Wrath smiled just slightly, looking forward to using it quite soon.
Wrath lit a cigarette and held the case on her lap as she felt the warming glow of the sun through the trees. Tonight would be interesting.