quicklog: louis/sam - the capital
[The park was just big enough to be set apart from the street. It featured a prominent bronze statue of a gentleman on horseback, with graffiti on its base to make the name carved into it completely illegible. The grass was somewhere between brown and green, struggling to come up for the spring in thin city soil. Not the sort of place one might want to linger and have a picnic. There was almost no one in the park at all, aside from a police officer talking to a girl sitting on the bench closest to the statue.
The girl talking to the police officer looked perfectly at ease, leaning on the end of the bench, looking up at him with a sweet smile. She was the manic pixie dreamgirlâ„¢, her hair cropped and dyed blue, a twinkle in her eye, a few extra ear piercings and a bag in her lap shaped like a swimming pink fish. She looked ready to take the officer on a grand adventure. She was there for him, to shake up his sad existence, to be wild in bed, to be fun.
The officer asked her if she'd seen a tall blond man, and she promised she hadn't. She begged to know more about him, and told him a story from Greek mythology, and wheedled him to go with her to a concert later. When the bike roared up at the curb, she was still smiling, still toying with the strap of her purse. Her nails were pained purple, and she had green eyes.
When she caught the eye of the girl on the bike, her eyes were not green. They were a fine grey blue, and they were, for a flash, terrified.]