RP for in_verbatim

[diamond_satine_]

The curtain calls had seemed endless this evening, Satine had stood and smiled, and smiled and stood for what had seemed like a lifetime. For all the fame and all the glamour, and how she'd strove for this, there was nothing comparable to the cool midnight air on her face and nothing but her own thoughts to keep her company. Her personal escape

Comments

[in_verbatim]

There's something terribly surreal about being in a New York that is not his New York, and New York that's right here in the Nexus. That might've been what drew him here in the first place. It's the crowd around Satine, the clamoring, excited crowd, that makes him stay.

When she breaks away, he follows, carefully ducking in and out of the alleyways, hiding his attention in his watch, taking extra soft steps.

[diamond_satine_]

Satine was too wrapped up in her deep inhalation of the night air to even be aware of anyone following her. As she exhaled, she felt the tension of her performance and the days rehearsals drift away in a single breath.

She smiled to herself and continued walking, perhaps she'd go and grab herself a late night drink at the Nexus bar, listen to the ridiculous questions that people asked. It always amused her to listen to their various problems, even if she never felt the need to dispense her advice.

[in_verbatim]

Despite the late hour and empty streets, Verbal knows there will be too many witnesses here. They're in New York, for god's sake... Nexus New York. The buildings are probably filled to the brim with people with wings or something absurd like that.

He half debates leaving, giving up, stopping here... but then that's never been his style. There's got to be a way.

"Excuse me?" he calls out unsteadily. "M-Miss? Excuse me?"

[diamond_satine_]

It was a natural reaction to turn and look, even when the call wasn't for your benefit. If only to see who was calling, or who they were calling. There was noone else here though, the street was eerily quiet for a sprawling metropolis that never slept, only the distant sounds of the hustle and bustle of the main drag.

"Oui Monsieur?" A persistent autograph hunter perhaps, she thought.