Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2020 20:55:58 GMT -7
Late November 2025
Having gone outside to smoke, Blair was careful not to venture too far away from the building in which she was living. She didn't want a repeat of being caught unaware and getting mugged, for one. Second, it was late into the night in late November; it was colder than she would have liked, and she wanted to finish her cigarette break and then go back inside before she froze.
Literally freezing probably wasn't likely, considering that she had had the sense to throw on a coat, but Blair didn't want to tempt fate. Her hood up to block the wind, she leaned against the building. She was close enough to being under a streetlight so that hopefully no one would try anything, and lit her cigarette with the tip of her wand.
More focused on trying to blow a smoke ring that wasn't ruined by the contrast between her breath and the cold air, Blair watched the street in front of her. There weren't very many pedestrians out, but the one that she did catch sight of had a birdcage tattooed on their right shoulder (shockingly exposed to the cold), and it wasn't hard for Blair to recognize her own handiwork.
She inadvertently coughed on the cigarette smoke as she called out to the pedestrian, who didn't look immediately the same as her client. Maybe it was just the dark, she thought; she hadn't copied someone else's design for a cover-up. "Hey, Anna," Blair, spoke, fumbling with her hood with her free hand so that she was more recognizable in what little light there was.
@ani
Literally freezing probably wasn't likely, considering that she had had the sense to throw on a coat, but Blair didn't want to tempt fate. Her hood up to block the wind, she leaned against the building. She was close enough to being under a streetlight so that hopefully no one would try anything, and lit her cigarette with the tip of her wand.
More focused on trying to blow a smoke ring that wasn't ruined by the contrast between her breath and the cold air, Blair watched the street in front of her. There weren't very many pedestrians out, but the one that she did catch sight of had a birdcage tattooed on their right shoulder (shockingly exposed to the cold), and it wasn't hard for Blair to recognize her own handiwork.
She inadvertently coughed on the cigarette smoke as she called out to the pedestrian, who didn't look immediately the same as her client. Maybe it was just the dark, she thought; she hadn't copied someone else's design for a cover-up. "Hey, Anna," Blair, spoke, fumbling with her hood with her free hand so that she was more recognizable in what little light there was.
@ani
