Night Walk ~Tsoleil~

[Raven]

Raven walked the streets of London slowly as the night slowly began to fall over the city. He usually did that and it was almost a part of him now. He knew the city very well. He had grown here. He had been abandoned here. His life went on painfully or swiftly into this town. He lived a happy or a bad life here depending on the circumstances. He also made a living in this same place.

His outfit was the usual, one which gave camouflage at night. He was a mere shadow dressed in black long pants, black sports shoes and a black t-shirt. The soft wind blew through his hair sometimes. His hair reached his shoulders and it had the same blackness of the night. There were a few red and white inscriptions onto his t-shirt which resembled one of the many metal bands in the world.

Raven heard of killings and of awesome beings roaming the world, he knew some things about them yet he never met a vampire or a werewolf. He didn’t really believed that witches were more than just skillful persons with a great power of deceiving. He would have liked to meet a vampire once. They were pretty interesting at least in stories. As for the werewolves... he didn’t saw himself as a stake on a plate so he didn’t like the idea.

Slowly he went on following the road into the night.

[tsoleil]

She had to steal her father's favorite buggy in order to make a statement: the Rolls Royce Phantom, to be exact. If she had taken the silver Volkswagen, or even the Mercedes for that matter, old Arturo wouldn't have seen a great deal to be concerned about. But Tsoleil needed everyone's attention; especially his.

And so she tossed her duffle bag of belongings into the trunk-- the bag of potions, ritual materials, and the Book of Shadows sat next to her on the passenger's seat-- before slinking behind the wheel and speeding away from Redwood Manor.

Only she didn't get as far as she'd hoped. It was just like her to forget to fill up the tank before burning all the gas up, and she found the meter quite past empty as far as liters in the engine. There was no gas. None.

"Shit," she cursed under her breath, banging her hand against the wheel in both anger and frustration. It was just her luck to be on a dark street on the lesser side of London, away from anything she was completely familiar with.

Goddess knew what things lurked the streets in this sector. She had never been out at night on her own... not until now.

[Raven]

Raven walked on slowly not really minding what was happening around for now. The night was cool and dark and he liked that. Besides he knew the streets very well and in case there was a need to hide he would do it very easily. This was his territory for a long time, a territory for many things, including not so innocent ones. Life on the streets wasn’t that easy after all.

Walking slowly he saw a car, a very interesting one, a luxury car. Raven grinned. Such a thing could be sold for a lot of money. Well, he didn’t intended to become a car thief. That was too hard and overwhelming for his life. Yet parts of the car could be very well sold as well. Smiling he slowly approached.

There, near the car, he saw a girl inside. Her moves showed that she was angry or a feeling close to that. He approached on the side with the driver seat and he stopped in front of the window as a shadow into the night. Apparently the car wasn’t moving as from what he knew people usually pushed the pedal as he approached.

Looking at the girl he knew that she couldn’t be that old in age. Smiling he knocked the window a few times and waited for an answer.

[tsoleil]

The knocking upon the tinted windows astonished her. She jumped, somewhat nervy. It was understandable: this was no place familiar to her London-born self, and even if she had been here before, her memory was positively atrocious. That being said, she was rather frightened by the unanticipated noise at the driver's seat window.

Tsoleil did not inherit her mother's knack for instantaneously predicting an individual's nature by simply the exchange of a handshake. So as she was haphazardly parked with a smoking luxury vehicle on the side of a sketchy city street, Tsoleil almost had no choice but to assume the worst when this lanky young man approached her door. Though he smiled at her, she could not help wonder if it was at all sincere.

"Er, hullo there." She offered him a smile herself, but there was no doubt of the anxiety hidden within the curl of her lips. As if to prove her doubt in his intentions, she spoke through the rolled up window. "Can I help you?" Tsoleil made notice of his eyes in the flickering neon light of the streetlight overhead. This man's gaze hinted no sure sign of friendliness.

She almost wished she had stolen her brother's gun as well. Just in case.

[Raven]

Raven gazed with a bit of an amazed look to the girl. It was weird that she asked if he needed help. Gazing with a smile he said: “I don’t need help, no. I am home. I suppose you do. It seems to me that this thing is not moving without the gas.” He gave her a funny look and said: “I could help you carry some if you with, if you lock the car and if we’ll find it here when we’ll be back.” He laughed shortly and smiled.

He leaned against the wall behind and waited for the girl to come down if she even intended to do that. It was weird if she would just stay there and watch. Really she couldn’t spend the night inside the car. That would be weird. Raven had no intention in harming her. Sometimes he had a thing for helpless people and this time was all the same.