[ Closed | Incomplete | Sleepless nights, From here to eternity ♪]
Who: Buffy Summers, Hannibal King, and Deacon Frost
When: Evening
Where: Outside Madison Square Apartments
Rating: PG-13. [Will update if need be.[Language]]
Summary: Walking, So far
He'd been drawn to this place, he wasn't sure why, but he was stuck here for now. This place had a different feel to it, he wasn't sure what about it that brought about that feeling, but he had all the time in the world seeing as he was already undead.
Tongue brushed over sharpened canines thoughtfully as he plucked that cigarette from behind his ear. He'd decided to take a evening stroll, since sunny mornings weren't really his thing. Silver Zippo plucked from his leather jacket pocket and flipped into life, the flame flickering with a bit of wind he cups it near the end of the cigarette popped into his mouth. A short inhale pulls the flame towards his face and lights the stick. Zippo snapped closed and placed back into his pocket, two fingers return to hold the cigarette between them. Another long inhale before he lets the smoke roll out past his lips.
He only had sixteen cigarettes, and he suddenly regretted giving one to Quinn before he'd been exploded.
Sure it was a bit strange for a man to be wandering around in the middle of the night, but he wasn't exactly afraid of the things that went bump in the night. In fact, where he had been from, many of those things were scared of him.
The red ember at the end of his smoke flaring as he take another breath, letting the smoke roll though his teeth as he walked along the shabby road, an occasional glance given around him as he walked.
Not too bad.
When: Evening
Where: Outside Madison Square Apartments
Rating: PG-13. [Will update if need be.[Language]]
Summary: Walking, So far
He'd been drawn to this place, he wasn't sure why, but he was stuck here for now. This place had a different feel to it, he wasn't sure what about it that brought about that feeling, but he had all the time in the world seeing as he was already undead.
Tongue brushed over sharpened canines thoughtfully as he plucked that cigarette from behind his ear. He'd decided to take a evening stroll, since sunny mornings weren't really his thing. Silver Zippo plucked from his leather jacket pocket and flipped into life, the flame flickering with a bit of wind he cups it near the end of the cigarette popped into his mouth. A short inhale pulls the flame towards his face and lights the stick. Zippo snapped closed and placed back into his pocket, two fingers return to hold the cigarette between them. Another long inhale before he lets the smoke roll out past his lips.
He only had sixteen cigarettes, and he suddenly regretted giving one to Quinn before he'd been exploded.
Sure it was a bit strange for a man to be wandering around in the middle of the night, but he wasn't exactly afraid of the things that went bump in the night. In fact, where he had been from, many of those things were scared of him.
The red ember at the end of his smoke flaring as he take another breath, letting the smoke roll though his teeth as he walked along the shabby road, an occasional glance given around him as he walked.
Not too bad.