Beatriz (da_costa) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-08-10 23:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | fire, iceman |
Who: Beatriz da Costa, open.
Where: A crane. In New York somewhere.
When: August 10, 2012
What: Eating Drinking supper.
Rating: PG-13? TBD.
It was a quiet night.
Like most 'flighters' she knew, Bea enjoyed flying. There was something liberating about being able to soar and dive in the night sky without gravity being a heartless bitch. Lately, the apartment had been so quiet that the giant Tora-shaped hole was more obvious than ever. Even Tweedledee and Tweedledum weren't distracting enough.
Bea sighed and swung her legs over the crane that she had settled herself on and sucked on the straw of her giant-sized slurpee. The cityscape was a beautiful sight from her perch. The lights were brighter than any star in the sky and if she squinted, the couple in the building two blocks away almost looked like they were getting it on with the windows open. Living on the top floors meant little these days.
Sluuuuurp.
Maybe she would do the same and not go home tonight too.