Who: Caleb and Anya. What: He wants his wish, too! When: Evening. Where: Streets. Rating: TBD.
It was only by mere chance that Caleb had spotted Anya wandering the streets. He had been lurking near the stoop of a church, washing his hands of the blood that had been plastered onto his skin during his prior bout of 'confession' with a young woman named Laura. Red stained the cloth that he held loosely in his hands and, for a short moment, he couldn't help but eye it. So dirty. It really was. But so was she and even the lord himself had to have known that they couldn't have that.
Dropping the bloody cloth onto the ground, he hit the sidewalk and started to silently follow Anya down the street. He would corner her someplace nice and quiet.