chinese whispers // minerva + saoirse
May 28, 2017 17:32:48 GMT -5
Post by ali on May 28, 2017 17:32:48 GMT -5
Saoirse
Saoirse was waiting, hidden in the shadow of an alcove of a boarded up door to a house that was moste likely empty aside from rats and roaches; she had been waiting so long she thought she could hear them, sucrrying about the floorboards inside, nestling themselves in bedding that had long been abandoned. For a second, she forgot the wearing impatience she had to think about who lived here before her, what were their names, their professions. Were they dead or had the house been empty since before the Dark Days? She had no answers for herself, and soon lost interest when she spied movement across the street.
She shifted slightly, eyes narrowing as she spotted dark hair on a tall frame. The woman was easy to spot amongst the grey of the District, she was a breath of colour against the monochromatic world she lived in. The woman walked with just the hint of confidence, just little enough to blend in but not so little that she became a wallflower. It had been this woman she had heard about, spoken as if she were a legend- mythos- and yet she walked among them and they hadn't a clue; or at least that was as much as she had hoped. If the rumors were true, she could see why the woman did not want to stand out amongst the many.
The red haired woman watched as the other crossed the street, turning down a quiet side road, waiting a second before she moved after her as quick as she could. Her hobble was at an average pace at first but by the time she had reached the otherside of the road and could see the woman several meters in front of her, the pain in her leg began to burn. Gritted teeth, she pressed on, limping in careful pursuit of the woman who was- apparently- leading a rebellion.
She shifted slightly, eyes narrowing as she spotted dark hair on a tall frame. The woman was easy to spot amongst the grey of the District, she was a breath of colour against the monochromatic world she lived in. The woman walked with just the hint of confidence, just little enough to blend in but not so little that she became a wallflower. It had been this woman she had heard about, spoken as if she were a legend- mythos- and yet she walked among them and they hadn't a clue; or at least that was as much as she had hoped. If the rumors were true, she could see why the woman did not want to stand out amongst the many.
The red haired woman watched as the other crossed the street, turning down a quiet side road, waiting a second before she moved after her as quick as she could. Her hobble was at an average pace at first but by the time she had reached the otherside of the road and could see the woman several meters in front of her, the pain in her leg began to burn. Gritted teeth, she pressed on, limping in careful pursuit of the woman who was- apparently- leading a rebellion.
