skin of the night [open] Jan 9, 2013 16:36:42 GMT -7
Post by Ivan Strauss on Jan 9, 2013 16:36:42 GMT -7
The skies were dark overhead, the stars covered by the light pollution that filtered up from the alleyways and streets of this part of town. The bodies were bustling around one another, even though the foot traffic had slimmed down a bit since night had fallen. A smirk crossed my lips as I leaned against the wall, watching all the people that passed me by. It was rather amusing, when you think about it. The second the sun gives way to the night the city is ours. Mostly. Of course you get your stragglers and those that are not fearful, but for the most part the humans scurried to their homes to sleep behind locked doors. My nostrils flared, a cool breeze washing over me. It beat against the leather jacket I had thrown on, zipped up and a comfortable weight. Murmurs of two Chinese ladies bickering nearby, the sound of the shoes pounding on the pavement ringing in my ears as I honed in on each and every sound I could disembody from the rest of the cacophony of noises. The night was young yet and I was here for something. It was simply a waiting game at this point. I slipped a hand into the jacket pocket, withdrawing the pack of Camels and the zippo buried beneath it. With an inward sigh I pushed off the wall, tall frame weaving through the people that marched up and down the sidewalks, peering into the vendors and stands people had set up.[/font]
I slipped a cylinder between my lips, a smooth motion of my thumb flicking open the lighter and grinding across the flint to produce the thin, long flame. The tobacco sizzled, igniting as I exhaled the silvery smoke and took it from my mouth. Pocketing the lighter and Camels I stopped at a nearby vendor, brows knitting together when my eyes fell upon the lanterns and other trinkets they had set up. The short, black haired oriental was calling out things in broken English, head shifting back and forth as he tried to gain the attention of those that kept on walking. I had to admit that this was my favorite area to travel to when in the city. All the people around and the vague wolf or two that I bumped into. It was the perfect place to set up shop and people watch, so why not? Taking another drag I lifted a finger, tapping at the hanging paper lanterns. The man made an exasperated noise, pressing against the stand and glaring at me. ‘You break, you buy,’ he warned, eyes narrow as they watched me suspiciously. I offered him a small smirk but nothing more, hitting the cigarette and blowing a thin stream in his direction before tapping the lantern once more, only this time with certain finality. I moved away, a short-haired girl brushing across my back. Ah to be among them. It was a good thing I had eaten a good dinner already. Such a perfect hunting grounds as well. I was surprised at the lack of wolves in this area.
Brown tresses fell across my cheek, a hand rising nonchalantly to brush the cluster behind my ear, my leisure stroll bringing me further into the district. I stamped out the cigarette, slipping into the nearest alleyway with a cursory glance across the faces. It was only seconds when I rounded the corner that the person I was waiting for rushed forward. His skinny legs and straggly arms were moving quickly. My nostrils flared, eyes watching him steadily as he approached. “’Bout time, man. Thought you flaked or something,” I said, eying him as he came to stand in front of me. ‘No, no, had to shake some tail, was all. Now give me the stuff,’ he replied quickly, brown eyes rolling up to meet my gaze as I grabbed the jacket’s zipper and pulled it down, eyes never leaving his as I groped around in one of the inner pockets. He fumbled with his own pocket, slender digits grabbing the wad of cash and holding it up. His breath was coming out quickly in puffs of pale evaporation, nose red from the cold and sniffling. I grabbed the bundle in one hand, pulling out the bag with the other and tossing it to him silently. He inspected it, poking at the plastic before shoving it in his pocket and turning to walk away.
I lifted a brow when he hesitated, head tilted to the side to study me. “Is there a problem?” I inquired impatiently, eyes narrowing slightly. ‘You werewolves are some creepy bastards,’ he commented with a chuckle. I fixed him with a cold smile, leaning forward a bit. “And that’s why I trust everything is here, in my hand,” I replied coolly, waving the wad of cash before pocketing it, the jacket once more becoming zipped up. He gave a small nod and a twitchy smile before he was off. He was nameless to me and yet he was my best funder. As he disappeared around the corner I let out another sigh, head shaking as I turned my face to the skies, scanning the edge of the rooftop. I lifted my hands, grabbing at my hair and running fingers through it, pulling it back and scanning the brick wall so dull with age. A Dumpster sat off to the side, the fire exit of the building across the alley easy and quick access. I scrambled onto the trash bin, kneeling at the edge and eying the last rung of the ladder pinned up where it should be. People strolled by every now and again, never looking into the shadowed walkway, their heads down or staring straight ahead as if they were afraid to look down here. I could smell it on them, and I’ll be honest in saying it excites me. I leaped forward, snatching at the ladder and hoisting myself upwards, onto the metal landing so I could make my way up the steps to the rooftops.
Booted feet hit heavily upon the cement, eyes roaming the skies that seemed darker up here. I strolled to the edge, leaning over to watch a group of friends heading into a restaurant, some lady handing out samplers on the way. I took a seat, legs dangling over the edge and hands propping me up as I leaned back, studying the passerbys. I wonder which one would scream the loudest, which one would cry the most. I wonder which one would bleed the most, plea the most. I tilted my head to one side, a small smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. Which one, which one…