"I cannot say either way. My knowledge of the world does not pass beyond the city gates." He shrugged. He did not mean to sound ignorant infront of the woman, but sleeping for over twenty years had limited his life of travel. Now he was bound to the city by Hojo's chains of experimentation. He was quite sure he could not make it to the next village even if he wished it.
He felt the woman studying him. He didn't mind it so much, the children in the theatre often watched him when he was at work or sitting off by himself. He almost expected the woman to turn and walk away from him.
"You know somewhere safe? I will go."
Vincent looked back up at her, betraying his surprise. Calmly nodding he turned and motioned her to follow. The theatre was not but a few blocks from here, but taking a few back alleys would make the trip a little longer than a walk down the street.
Feeling the rain fall back upon him he flinched slightly, the water leaking down into his skin. It burned and he resisted his urge to grab his arm, keeping his pace. It was more like a red hot brand had dug into his arm, far more intense than the last time.
He turned a corner and looked over at his shoulder to make sure the female companion was still behind him. He had a tendency to get lost in his thinking and let his feet get ahead of him. Upon seeing her he jerked his head down another street and soon reached the back entrance to the theatre.
Moving to the door he went to lift the door-jam with his free hand only. He opened the door and allowed her to enter before him, he looked around to make sure they had no signs of followers.
Fran followed behind the man as he led her down the street. The rain made her hair wet and heavy, as it clung to her head and face. With a finger, she brushed her hair away from her eyes. Wrapping her jacket around her, after walking a little ways.
When they turned a corner, Fran noticed that they were walking up to a door. She watched as the man opened the door, allowing her to enter first.
Fran stepped inside and found the darkness welcoming her. She ran her hands through her hair, in an attempt to style it instead of having it look stringy and straight.
She looked over at the man, as he walked inside. "My name is Fran," she said, before turning to look inside. "What is this place?"
"I cannot say either way. My knowledge of the world does not pass beyond the city gates." He shrugged. He did not mean to sound ignorant infront of the woman, but sleeping for over twenty years had limited his life of travel. Now he was bound to the city by Hojo's chains of experimentation. He was quite sure he could not make it to the next village even if he wished it.
He felt the woman studying him. He didn't mind it so much, the children in the theatre often watched him when he was at work or sitting off by himself. He almost expected the woman to turn and walk away from him.
"You know somewhere safe? I will go."
Vincent looked back up at her, betraying his surprise. Calmly nodding he turned and motioned her to follow. The theatre was not but a few blocks from here, but taking a few back alleys would make the trip a little longer than a walk down the street.
Feeling the rain fall back upon him he flinched slightly, the water leaking down into his skin. It burned and he resisted his urge to grab his arm, keeping his pace. It was more like a red hot brand had dug into his arm, far more intense than the last time.
He turned a corner and looked over at his shoulder to make sure the female companion was still behind him. He had a tendency to get lost in his thinking and let his feet get ahead of him. Upon seeing her he jerked his head down another street and soon reached the back entrance to the theatre.
Moving to the door he went to lift the door-jam with his free hand only. He opened the door and allowed her to enter before him, he looked around to make sure they had no signs of followers.
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When they turned a corner, Fran noticed that they were walking up to a door. She watched as the man opened the door, allowing her to enter first.
Fran stepped inside and found the darkness welcoming her. She ran her hands through her hair, in an attempt to style it instead of having it look stringy and straight.
She looked over at the man, as he walked inside. "My name is Fran," she said, before turning to look inside. "What is this place?"
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