OPEN | prompt one | RAIN

[wrens]

prompt one | R A I N I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.

 

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william owens; CONSTANTINOPLE | pre-event

[ex_equanimities805]

[ the rain keeps most people off the streets, thins the crowd and makes it easier to stroll along sidewalks unchecked. william enjoys empty streets, even if these come with rain soaking through his jacket and dousing his cigarettes. he doesn't seem to be in any particular hurry as he walks down the street with his shoulders hunched against the deluge and a cheerily whistled tune on his lips. ]

[faceforhire]

[ Most people are not Gabriel, who seems to run on smoke rather than oxygen and has set off the sprinkler system on the boys for the last time. He's standing beneath the double-doored entrance to a nightclub, barely sheltered by the overhang and the one lamp arching over the place. Even the bouncer's had better sense to censor the incoming patrons inside.

Gabe watches William swagger along. He exhales a slow stream of smoke and joins the whistled tune. ]

[ex_equanimities805]

[ william pauses mid-step, head whipping around to see who was harmonizing so nicely. his eyes settle on gabriel, and he whistles the next bar, waiting for the reaction.

a test, something william does often and without warning, to most of the people he meets. a way of deciding whether or not gabriel was worth his time without bothering to strike up conversation. ]

[faceforhire]

[ Gabe whistles in turn, trilling a few of the notes with a flourish, though his easy stance, leaned back against the door, does not change. Show off. He can't seem to care whether the stranger stays or goes. He lifts his cigarette and takes another drag, almost expectant. ]

[ex_equanimities805]

[ interesting development. william whistles the final bar, bright and chipper, before deciding to push further. he sticks a hand out, and perhaps his smile would have seemed welcoming, if it weren't sharp as a razor blade. ]

Nice of you to indulge me with a second melody.