Post by winterraine on Jul 27, 2009 12:24:39 GMT -7
It was summer. First thing, when one gets dehydrated easily, ninety degree summers are a nightmare. Even with as light of colouring as one can get, it’s still annoying. In fact, the desire to remove her classic pinstripe suit in favor of something more cool was rather pressing. White locks had stood curled in a pile on top of her head as indecision had wracked over her in waves. Comfort, or class? A decision of epic proportions as a pinstripe suit in a blue tinted grey lay opposingly next to a pair of white pressed slacks and a icy blue polo shirt.
It was almost fifteen minutes later when the albino female carefully placed her sophisticated suit back on it’s hanger, and meticulously returned it to its place, third from the left. Out of the abyss of a manicured wardrobe came a stark white vest. It almost appeared like it belonged in an antique apparel convention, that a modern day one. Indeed, this particular vest was very much styled like the old time ones. Three buttons ran up holding the vest in place and together, where the neckline of the piece would make it risqué if worn alone.
Regardless, when put over a pale blue polo, and matched with a white pair of bottoms, she was ready to go. The white, blue, and silver Raine crest glittered on the and the cow will circle the mooooon! pocket, and a scorpion encased in violet crystal shone around her neck. A silver version also sat in the center of the crest. A check in the window revealed the sun was setting. In fact, it was nearly gone. Perfect. She wouldn’t be burning up, she could go outside without sunscreen, and was only minorly risking a problem with the creatures of the night. After all, most of them were late sleepers. Who gets up at dawn? Well, farmers and nut cases, apparently.
Winter walked. This alone might seem odd. In a city like this? However, Winter’s apartment could just see the fringes Chinatown, the West End being her home. For now. Westminster would have been preferable, but of course, that was a death wish. She’d worked too hard to forfeit her life so frivolously. People depending on her. Mostly, Willow, and perhaps the Izan, but mostly just her twin. That alone was reason to stay alive.
She reached her destination, and the dark bag at her waist was opened, revealing a petite bundle of red… paper? No, it was just wrapped in the tissue light. Never let it be said you couldn’t buy anything in Chinatown. As long as you don’t mind it in red. While the vibrant shade was not Win’s favorite, it would do for now. A sleek motor car, that alone probably smelled up the entire district when the gas was floored. Nasty things, cars. So prone to explode.
A pale hand ran over the black paint, edging the bright red flames. Ah, foreshadowing. She bent over quickly, as if inspecting the underbelly of the beast. Which, in a way, she was. Subtly her hand emptied itself, and the woman backed away as if she’d been frightened by something. Half a block away, just enough to be totally safe, but not enough to miss out on the sight, as she pressed a button in her hand, and an explosion rattled the metal flame. The smoke rose pretty high, smoldering with smell of melting plastics and metals, gun powder, and more destructive scents.
A rare smile graced pale lips as she tilted her head down, disguising her delight, that rush from a risk well taken, behind the cower of a meek human. In fact, she was silently laughing. It would show in her usually emotionless violet eyes. The special moment would pass quickly likely.
It was almost fifteen minutes later when the albino female carefully placed her sophisticated suit back on it’s hanger, and meticulously returned it to its place, third from the left. Out of the abyss of a manicured wardrobe came a stark white vest. It almost appeared like it belonged in an antique apparel convention, that a modern day one. Indeed, this particular vest was very much styled like the old time ones. Three buttons ran up holding the vest in place and together, where the neckline of the piece would make it risqué if worn alone.
Regardless, when put over a pale blue polo, and matched with a white pair of bottoms, she was ready to go. The white, blue, and silver Raine crest glittered on the and the cow will circle the mooooon! pocket, and a scorpion encased in violet crystal shone around her neck. A silver version also sat in the center of the crest. A check in the window revealed the sun was setting. In fact, it was nearly gone. Perfect. She wouldn’t be burning up, she could go outside without sunscreen, and was only minorly risking a problem with the creatures of the night. After all, most of them were late sleepers. Who gets up at dawn? Well, farmers and nut cases, apparently.
Winter walked. This alone might seem odd. In a city like this? However, Winter’s apartment could just see the fringes Chinatown, the West End being her home. For now. Westminster would have been preferable, but of course, that was a death wish. She’d worked too hard to forfeit her life so frivolously. People depending on her. Mostly, Willow, and perhaps the Izan, but mostly just her twin. That alone was reason to stay alive.
She reached her destination, and the dark bag at her waist was opened, revealing a petite bundle of red… paper? No, it was just wrapped in the tissue light. Never let it be said you couldn’t buy anything in Chinatown. As long as you don’t mind it in red. While the vibrant shade was not Win’s favorite, it would do for now. A sleek motor car, that alone probably smelled up the entire district when the gas was floored. Nasty things, cars. So prone to explode.
A pale hand ran over the black paint, edging the bright red flames. Ah, foreshadowing. She bent over quickly, as if inspecting the underbelly of the beast. Which, in a way, she was. Subtly her hand emptied itself, and the woman backed away as if she’d been frightened by something. Half a block away, just enough to be totally safe, but not enough to miss out on the sight, as she pressed a button in her hand, and an explosion rattled the metal flame. The smoke rose pretty high, smoldering with smell of melting plastics and metals, gun powder, and more destructive scents.
A rare smile graced pale lips as she tilted her head down, disguising her delight, that rush from a risk well taken, behind the cower of a meek human. In fact, she was silently laughing. It would show in her usually emotionless violet eyes. The special moment would pass quickly likely.