Patricia Owens • Iota (iota) wrote in xemplify, @ 2008-12-21 23:30:00 |
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It felt good to disappear for a while, and for someone who could literally disappear on will, that shouldn't have been a problem. It really wasn't, though she'd gotten up and left without too many words to anyone in the small group she'd been a part of for the last two months or so. She didn't think things through correctly or if at all, so when she had a thought or a whim, she went with it. Which is what she had done when she'd disappeared for five weeks. Though she'd been in touch with certain members of the BH, her main contact had been Cordelia. Probably the only person she'd actually found some form of friendship in since she'd left her hometown. Through texting and phone chats were the best ways to get into contact with Iota, and so she'd tried her best to get in touch with Psych the same, sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. There had been a date planned just about a week ago though, and that's were Iota was finally heading. One last stop at her hotel to gather up her things before catching a cab to her final destination. A small cafe in downtown NY, Tenth Muse Cafe-Bar, it was one of those little dive cafes that suddenly seemed to be the 'it' thing. People of all types were in and out, while the 'regulars' tried to place names on tables, chairs, and spots to keep the 'newbies' out of their territory. It didn't work. Never did. Patricia was early, she tried to always be early for everything these days. Her weeks had been filled with meetings with lawyers, if you weren't early then you were late. She was a changed woman, she had finally collected her inheritance and taken care of a far more important matter in her life, and she was changed. She looked more feminine and far more confident than she ever had before in her life...well...since her mother had died. Exiting the cab Patricia passed on her money before gathering her shoulder bag, pulled up the handle of her carry-on and swept past the line through a black iron fence. Some people gave her dirty looks, some made noises as she cut them and headed straight in to the cafe. She never looked back, and never was stopped or actually questioned. She was wearing 'skinny fit' black pants that had silver chains that hooked from a silver embedded hoop where her front pockets should be, and connected in the back by hanging hoops under zipped pockets, the chains she would have worn before, the fit of the jeans...never. Her shirt was a see-through mesh v-neck, long black cotton sleeves, with a red front that had a scattering of 'grunge' styled skulls playing across her front in different sizes, the shirt hit mid hip, which helped in the 'secure' feeling for wearing the pants. Completing this look were the pretty simple wedged mary janes. Once she made her way into the cafe, she found herself a seat, just as someone else was getting up. Close to the window so she could look out, though she sat with her back to the wall so no one could get the best of her either. Once at her table she dropped her bags, positioning them easily under the table. A content sigh found its way from her mouth as she leaned back and relaxed a little, her right hand moving to brush away the waves of her hair from her face. Another surprise, she had on tell-tell signs of makeup. Sure it was the 'natural' look, but it was there from the clear gloss to the 'smoky' look of her eyes, dampened by 'neutral' colors excluding the black liner that was faded/blended for the semi-smoky look. Now all she had to do was wait, after a few seconds she fished out her blackberry pearl from her back pocket and let it slide to the middle of the 'tattooed' wooden table she'd sat at. Her eyes then looked back and forth from the dark grays and silvers of the 'club' looking cafe and back to the window in search for her friend. Just five minutes after Iota had gotten comfortable, a few snow flurries started to fall slowly and melt once they touched the ground. |