Post by Her Royal Highness on Jan 2, 2008 0:36:41 GMT -8
ooc: here you go Brent. there should be more coming soon
Evelyn pulled a somewhat battered pack of cigarettes and a shiny zippo engraved with a scull from one of her jacket pockets as she watched Labeinus walk away. Having lit one of the cigs and returning the pack as well as the lighter to their place, she began to work out the details of the plan of action that had already formed within her mind.
The room by now had begun to empty of those who had come for the purpose of hearing Labeinus’ announcement. Only the club’s regulars remained. Evelyn took long slow drags, savoring each breath, letting the smoke seep out between her lips bit by bit, watching as it writhed apart into individual curls that disappeared a few inches above her head.
However, she had not been there long before she began to feel slightly uneasy. Evelyn disliked being in one place for too long, and she had been there long enough. She could always tell. One quick glance surveying the room was enough to show her what gave her the feeling: a somewhat grubby looking man in overalls, looking for someone -- who, she didn’t know, but neither did she care to find out. Call it what you will -- instinct, intuition -- she sensed detection -- and that was something she never waited around to find more about.
Reaching down a couple places down the bar for an ashtray, Evelyn deadened her fag, blew on the burnt end to cool it, and placed it behind her ear as she calmly walked away. Once out of the main room, she made her way down a small corridor, ignoring it’s only two occupants engaged in what must have been a drug deal, and pushed her way past the door of a small women’s restroom.
Having slid the lock to “occupied,” she quickly slung off her black, patch covered backpack and slipped off her jacket. Opening the tap, she ducked her head under the running faucet, careful to keep her stowed cigarette dry. Her fingers worked furiously through the short hair, allowing the hot water to rinse away its temporary red. After one quick glance into the water spotted mirror to make sure the dye had been sufficiently removed, Evelyn tore off her black t-shirt and used it to towel dry her head and mop up any traces of red that still remained in the sink. Throwing down her skirt, she turned to the backpack again and pulled out of it a pair of faded jeans and a dark grey sweatshirt. The pants were a couple sizes too big so they not only allowed for her to pass her feet through without removing her boots, but they also hid the tell-tale shoes as well as transformed her own figure quite well. Finally, having shoved her punk clothes into her bag, she ripped off all the velcro attached patches, so common among the stereo type she had been embodying, and shoved them deep into her back pocket.
The whole transformation had taken less than five whole minutes. Backpack in place, Evelyn now stepped up onto the toilet seat and slid opened the small window level with the ground of the alley ground outside. Having torn out the screen and looking both ways to ensure no one would see, she hauled herself up and out of the bathroom and slid the glass closed behind her.
After standing up and dusting herself off slightly, she pulled her hood up over her damp head and whipped away at the black lining her lids. That done, Evelyn made her way down the alley to where it opened onto one of the city’s main streets. It was late, so traffic was light, however, the street still showed some lingering signs of life. Pulling another lighter from a front pocket of her jeans and taking the half smoked cigarette from behind her ear, Evelyn lit up again, savoring every drag just as she had in the club.
“Waste not...” she heard from somewhere in her mind’s long forgotten, fragmented memories. The thought brought a slight smile to her lips, illuminated by the orange glow of her cigarette’s end.
So Labeinus had given her two to three weeks to accomplish her task. She’d have it done before that very week was out.
It didn’t take long for her to disappear completely, winding her way among the city’s individuals and automobiles still haunting the night covered streets.
Evelyn pulled a somewhat battered pack of cigarettes and a shiny zippo engraved with a scull from one of her jacket pockets as she watched Labeinus walk away. Having lit one of the cigs and returning the pack as well as the lighter to their place, she began to work out the details of the plan of action that had already formed within her mind.
The room by now had begun to empty of those who had come for the purpose of hearing Labeinus’ announcement. Only the club’s regulars remained. Evelyn took long slow drags, savoring each breath, letting the smoke seep out between her lips bit by bit, watching as it writhed apart into individual curls that disappeared a few inches above her head.
However, she had not been there long before she began to feel slightly uneasy. Evelyn disliked being in one place for too long, and she had been there long enough. She could always tell. One quick glance surveying the room was enough to show her what gave her the feeling: a somewhat grubby looking man in overalls, looking for someone -- who, she didn’t know, but neither did she care to find out. Call it what you will -- instinct, intuition -- she sensed detection -- and that was something she never waited around to find more about.
Reaching down a couple places down the bar for an ashtray, Evelyn deadened her fag, blew on the burnt end to cool it, and placed it behind her ear as she calmly walked away. Once out of the main room, she made her way down a small corridor, ignoring it’s only two occupants engaged in what must have been a drug deal, and pushed her way past the door of a small women’s restroom.
Having slid the lock to “occupied,” she quickly slung off her black, patch covered backpack and slipped off her jacket. Opening the tap, she ducked her head under the running faucet, careful to keep her stowed cigarette dry. Her fingers worked furiously through the short hair, allowing the hot water to rinse away its temporary red. After one quick glance into the water spotted mirror to make sure the dye had been sufficiently removed, Evelyn tore off her black t-shirt and used it to towel dry her head and mop up any traces of red that still remained in the sink. Throwing down her skirt, she turned to the backpack again and pulled out of it a pair of faded jeans and a dark grey sweatshirt. The pants were a couple sizes too big so they not only allowed for her to pass her feet through without removing her boots, but they also hid the tell-tale shoes as well as transformed her own figure quite well. Finally, having shoved her punk clothes into her bag, she ripped off all the velcro attached patches, so common among the stereo type she had been embodying, and shoved them deep into her back pocket.
The whole transformation had taken less than five whole minutes. Backpack in place, Evelyn now stepped up onto the toilet seat and slid opened the small window level with the ground of the alley ground outside. Having torn out the screen and looking both ways to ensure no one would see, she hauled herself up and out of the bathroom and slid the glass closed behind her.
After standing up and dusting herself off slightly, she pulled her hood up over her damp head and whipped away at the black lining her lids. That done, Evelyn made her way down the alley to where it opened onto one of the city’s main streets. It was late, so traffic was light, however, the street still showed some lingering signs of life. Pulling another lighter from a front pocket of her jeans and taking the half smoked cigarette from behind her ear, Evelyn lit up again, savoring every drag just as she had in the club.
“Waste not...” she heard from somewhere in her mind’s long forgotten, fragmented memories. The thought brought a slight smile to her lips, illuminated by the orange glow of her cigarette’s end.
So Labeinus had given her two to three weeks to accomplish her task. She’d have it done before that very week was out.
It didn’t take long for her to disappear completely, winding her way among the city’s individuals and automobiles still haunting the night covered streets.