|James/Monster Kant (red_eyes) wrote in utr_logs,|
@ 2008-07-12 00:03:00
|Entry tags:||faith lehane, james kant|
Who: Monster and Faith
What: Badassery! And sparring.
Where: Dead-end street in New York
Monster had given Faith the address of a dead-end street in Brooklyn not too far from where he and James had been living. The street was always deserted and in a nasty part of town, so it was unlikely that there would be any witnesses to deal with or cops called if things got particularly rough, and that was the way he liked things.
He was pacing up and down the street, waiting for her to show up. He fingered the switchblade in his pocket, wondering if he'd even need to use it. He'd probably mostly be relying on straight-up hand to hand, and then resort to using the darkness if the fight seemed to be tipping in his favor. But there was no need to pull out his ace right away.
He pulled out a cigarette and lit up, smoking while he waited. He was wearing tight black jeans and a fitted t-shirt, and no one in the world could tell him he didn't look damn good and not be lying. His pale cheeks were flushed, but that was the only indication of his anticipation. He paced slowly from one side of the street to the other, crossing under streetlights, trailing smoke as he went. When he passed into the darkness, the only thing you could see were his eyes and the tip of his cigarette, both glowing red.