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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seba halifax | CONSTANTINOPLE | pre-Event

[costly]

[ If there's one thing Seba's learned about criminals it's that they're not particularly good at being punctual. For what seems like the fifth time since he arrived, he checks his watch and then proceeds to light another cigarette, tapping the ash into the sad dregs of what remains of his water (it'd be tacky to start drinking alone). Were he in a better mood, he might have rolled himself to the front desk, asked the woman there politely if he could borrow her phone, but the rain on the wheels of his chair makes him reluctant and stubborn so he doesn't (loathe to dirty his hands for a second time tonight).

So, instead, he smokes and watches the rain through the windows of the restaurant. Ten minutes, fifteen on the outside. Then he's leaving. ]

[faceforhire]

[ Gabe arrives at eleven. It's a dark flick of coat and a howl of wind rounding the gap of the open doorway, a cold that clings and pricks pins and needles over the unsuspecting patrons near the door. The man doesn't look around - he goes right to the table, albeit slouching into his overcoat. His boots are heavy on the hardwood.

He practically dumps himself into the chair across from Sebastian, kicking long legs carelessly into the way of the path between tables. He rolls his head to look the forger right in the eye through the oil-slick of his storm-tousled hair, opens his mouth, and sticks a cigarette in it. From his inner coat pocket, there's a pack of matches, one of which he strikes, still without comment, and nurses around the edge of the cigarette.

Is he going to...? No, he's going to take a drag off said cigarette. And drip all over the floor. ]