Kinah Danziger - Cutlass Danziger (cutlassdanziger) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-09-07 05:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-26 |
Underneath the moonlight
Who: Kinah and Katrina
Where: The streets of Scarlet Oak
When: Night time.
Everything felt too quiet. This was perhaps why Kinah was stepping out tonight: out of curiosity, just to see what it was like to see Scarlet Oak the closest to a post-apocalyptic desert as it had ever been - hopefully, as it would ever be; though Kinah was not so sure of the latter any longer. Well, that and she needed to walk off the irritability that had settled in given the recent events. If there was one thing Kinah hated, was people who did not know their place, or how to behave. It had nothing to do with social status, it had to do with survival.
Walking out of her house and down the street, Kinah felt the silence, it enveloped her more than people's natural noises ever could. People seemed to be taking the curfew very seriously, going as far as to lock themselves in regardless of whether they were minors or not. Or maybe her neighborhood was just filled with careful people. They were scared, and Kinah could not blame them. She could take care of herself, and in fact doubted any vampire would want to mess with her at all - they could try, however - but humans, with supernatural powers or not, just did not have her advantages. She would have been scared too, under different circumstances.
Kinah was aimless, tonight. No purpose, no work to do, and absolutely no place to go. She had simply felt like stepping out, and stepping out she had. Armed, of course. It was convenient that she liked to wear dresses as much as she did, considering she could never find a more convenient place to hide her small blade than a holster strapped to her leg. Of course a short skirt made for much easier access than anything else.
It was a shame she could not breathe anymore, and she doubted taking a deep breath would have the same effect it used to when she was alive; Kinah really felt the urge to breathe in sharply now, take in the cold, silent air.
The farther away she got from her house, the more snippets of noise she heard. So much for enjoying the silence, although this was nothing like the usual environment noises of Scarlet Oak. Still not too post-apocalyptic, however. Not that Kinah was suddenly so very fearful for human life; but they played their part. They were necessary. If anything, because without them she would most likely go unemployed.