03-29-2014, 07:22 AM
With a heavy heart, Jensen abandoned the nightmarish scene behind in the alley and returned to a normal, night-drenched street. The car which passed by earlier was not to be found, nor any other sign stirred that they were about to be caught. They may have defended themselves, but his gut ached with the conviction of a wrong-doing. He put his hands in his pockets and kept his head down as they walked. The wind stirred his hair about his face as they did, and he glanced up only often enough to check street signs at each corner as though he'd already forgotten what the last one was.
Eventually, the halogen glow of a Metro station sign illuminated their walk. What sickly yellow light colored their faces when they met the ghostly ijiraq was nothing in comparison to the weary, alien-like glare that stung his eyes.
Into the stairwell they descended, and at the turn-gates Jensen paused to fumble through his pockets and dig out his metro card. When he looked up to check if the others possessed their own, he caught himself. Surprise overcame the robotic emptiness of his demeanor these last few blocks. Surprise that somehow, despite every attempt to the contrary, he'd turned into some sort of leader.
He sighed, "If anyone needs to borrow my card, I'll pass it back to you once I'm on the other side."
True to promise, he swiped the piece of plastic on a reader, passed through the teeth-like gate of the turnstile, and offered it back for any of them to borrow. While waiting his gaze raised to the security camera watching them like a cold, alien eyeball. Hopefully the dark colors of Aria's clothing would hide anything suspicious about her recent activities.
Eventually, the halogen glow of a Metro station sign illuminated their walk. What sickly yellow light colored their faces when they met the ghostly ijiraq was nothing in comparison to the weary, alien-like glare that stung his eyes.
Into the stairwell they descended, and at the turn-gates Jensen paused to fumble through his pockets and dig out his metro card. When he looked up to check if the others possessed their own, he caught himself. Surprise overcame the robotic emptiness of his demeanor these last few blocks. Surprise that somehow, despite every attempt to the contrary, he'd turned into some sort of leader.
He sighed, "If anyone needs to borrow my card, I'll pass it back to you once I'm on the other side."
True to promise, he swiped the piece of plastic on a reader, passed through the teeth-like gate of the turnstile, and offered it back for any of them to borrow. While waiting his gaze raised to the security camera watching them like a cold, alien eyeball. Hopefully the dark colors of Aria's clothing would hide anything suspicious about her recent activities.