Seth Nightlord ∞ Augusta Vladika (justaprettygirl) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-08-24 22:35:00 |
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Who: Francis Hamilton & Seth Nightlord
When: After this and before this
Where: Some alley
Status: In Progress
Rating: Uh. PG?
Seth Nightlord had been outdoors hours ago when she read the boy’s message in the forum. Finding him was the easy part. After weeks of walking and inspecting, the young-looking girl became familiar with every single street, avenue and boulevard from Los Angeles. There wasn’t a dark corner or prestigious path she hadn’t walked on already. Confident with her mental map and exceptional memory, Seth left Wilshire’s broad layout to turn into a lesser road until she found the murky alley populated by homeless people with resigned gazes and toothless sneers who stared her as an odd duckling.
Even being a slip of a girl with tousled hair and disastrous fence of fashion – wearing a white tank top, short black skirt and striped stockings with a trainer of each color - her sunny expression and chipper skipping stood up while her footsteps clicked on the filthy floor of the long passageway. She was clean and fed, carrying stash of tea flavors, paper cups and flasks with hot water on her backpack. They were watching her like a small pretty little bird flying too close to the serpentine den.
The girl smiled to herself. A knowing fit of giggles was muffled in her throat.
Halting her steps, Seth waved at them cheekily until she stopped an old man and a battered boy standing next to him. Her expression brightened further.
“Hiya!” she exclaimed, approaching the boy while she began to unzip a pocket of her bag. “Sit down.”
Her green eyes scanned his wounds briefly: beginning for those potentially located on his head.