Who: Calliope Sedant and Charles Foster Offdensen What: Drinking. When: This evening. Where: New York City. Warnings: TBA. (I assume PG-13 from the get go, I'll edit if it goes beyond that.
If Offdensen said he'd be outside her apartment building, she trusted him to be outside her apartment building. She left a note to tell Johanna where she was going before slipping on heels. She clicked her way to the lobby, and when she arrived outside, she looked like the perfect picture of a CEO, the sort of photo they would have put in manuals and training guides. She wore a perfectly tailored suit jacket of dove grey with white pinstripes as well as a matching skirt (albeit one a bit too short to wear to work). Her hair was loosely pinned back, but a few bloodred strands framed her face, as she loved the liberty to show off her hairs natural color. Where she'd come from, it had become her calling card, and tended to alert those she was about to kill that death had arrived.
She looked around for Charles, pivoting on one heel when she smelled someone she didn't know.