Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in repose,
Re: Party grounds: Leena/Ronan
His stomach clenched with a twinge of involuntary fear when the black SUV crept into view, and he steadied himself with one hand against the drainpipe of a house. Ready to duck back into hiding should he need. The car was ominous with tinted windows, and reminded Ronan of the unease of New York life spent constantly looking over his shoulder.
But the girl that ducked out from behind the car door was definitely familiar enough that some of the tension eased. He stepped forward and cleared the alley between the houses, tugging the edges of sweatshirt closer around him with a twitch of his fingers. The air was even more unforgiving out here and he shivered in earnest, feeling the chill bite against exposed ankles and forearms, even where his skin was flushed angry and warm with dirty road rash. He was a sight, he was sure - drying sweat plastered his hair to the back of his neck and at his temples, and there was a smear of mud over one cheekbone. He felt every bit bloodied and battered as he looked - perhaps moreso, with the sickening taint of the night's memories fresh in his mind.
"Hey," he called out, somewhat lamely and a little hoarse. He lifted a couple of fingers in her direction as he crossed the lot towards the SUV.