WHO: Arden and Vincent The Priest WHERE: Abandoned gas station at the edge of town. WHAT: Arrival WHEN: Sunday afternoon of May 17th at 1:09 PM.
The small bell above the entrance chimes as the door swings open for the first time in months.
A pair of heels taps noisily against the tiled floor of the empty, dilapidated gas station. It is stale, dusty, and quiet in there. A hand runs slowly along the edge of the metal shelves as a light hum begins to fill the room. The tune is soft and melancholy, eerie in its sweetness.
A tall brunette stands within the shadowed darkness — her attire dark, her face pale, and her eyes devoid of emotion. She drops the knapsack in her hand carelessly on the register counter as she picks up one of the keychains strewn on top of the glass. Dangling it up in the air, she watches it reflect against what little light that can seep in through the entryway.
Keep Austin Weird, it reads.
She scoffs and tosses it over her shoulder. Pushing up onto the display case, she takes a pair of sunglasses from their rack, slipping them on. She then swivels around landing gracefully on the other side. Long, dark brown curls cascades down her back as she lifts her chin. A cracked mirror hangs above a cabinet and she plucks it off its hook. A daunting smile soon transpires onto her impassive visage as she gazes down into it. She throws it aside a minute later hearing its shatter emanate loudly throughout the infrastructure. Dropping unceremoniously onto the floor, she disappears behind the counter dragging her bag along with her. She sets it next to her, stretching out her legs.
The Black Mamba has finally arrived in Austin, Texas.