03-31-2014, 02:32 PM
The train sped down the tracks without incident. The trip would be short, but Jensen sat on a chair near the door anyway, hand holding the bar in front of him, and staring blankly ahead. A male voice called out the stops as they approached. The blur of lights and stations passed unacknowledged. Until finally one stop about ten minutes later made his ears perk up. They disembarked at a station in the MSU district of southern Moscow. It was still the early morning, and thankfully the place was empty, grand as all the stations were, but empty.
A light sleet was falling when they reached street level. While waiting for the others to reach the surface, Jensen stood there, eyes closed, face angled skyward, and just felt the sensation of pellets hitting tiny and cold on his face. For some reason, he had an overwhelming desire for hot chocolate, the kind with marshmellows bobbing on top. He had no idea if John's kitchen was stocked with anything like that, which reminded him why he'd gone out in the first place.
"If you guys are hungry I'll see if I can put something together when we get there. It's not far."
The area was largely residential, and a few blocks down the street Jensen pointed out the elaborate building that he now called home. He lowered his voice despite the clatter of ice pelting the sidewalk. There was a reverance for the solitude of night in this part of the city. Here there were normal families asleep, people that did not decapitate devils in the moonlight.
The night doorman gave him a serious frown, and Jensen's chilled smile did nothing to relieve him of his judgement. By now he was aware of Jensen's nocturnal habits, but returning with the likes of his present company would not go unnoticed by the man's log book. Jensen could only hope Giovanni or maybe Connor could block the view of Aria as she passed by.
Warm air blasted them upon entrance. The lobby was mostly a hallway that was wider than normal, but decorated tastefully nonetheless. He led them to the elevator and fumbled with the security code for a few moments as though trying to recall the exact sequence. He really hadn't been living here long.
Finally, the top floor opened up to them, and Jensen held the door open for the others. "Home sweet home,"
he said, Texan drawl particularly pronounced, then corrected himself, "kind of."
"Can I get you guys anything?"
He shrugged out of his coat and swiped a hand through his hair to tuck it behind his ears. It was cold and damp from their walk in the weather, but at least the heat worked in John's apartment.
A light sleet was falling when they reached street level. While waiting for the others to reach the surface, Jensen stood there, eyes closed, face angled skyward, and just felt the sensation of pellets hitting tiny and cold on his face. For some reason, he had an overwhelming desire for hot chocolate, the kind with marshmellows bobbing on top. He had no idea if John's kitchen was stocked with anything like that, which reminded him why he'd gone out in the first place.
"If you guys are hungry I'll see if I can put something together when we get there. It's not far."
The area was largely residential, and a few blocks down the street Jensen pointed out the elaborate building that he now called home. He lowered his voice despite the clatter of ice pelting the sidewalk. There was a reverance for the solitude of night in this part of the city. Here there were normal families asleep, people that did not decapitate devils in the moonlight.
The night doorman gave him a serious frown, and Jensen's chilled smile did nothing to relieve him of his judgement. By now he was aware of Jensen's nocturnal habits, but returning with the likes of his present company would not go unnoticed by the man's log book. Jensen could only hope Giovanni or maybe Connor could block the view of Aria as she passed by.
Warm air blasted them upon entrance. The lobby was mostly a hallway that was wider than normal, but decorated tastefully nonetheless. He led them to the elevator and fumbled with the security code for a few moments as though trying to recall the exact sequence. He really hadn't been living here long.
Finally, the top floor opened up to them, and Jensen held the door open for the others. "Home sweet home,"
he said, Texan drawl particularly pronounced, then corrected himself, "kind of."
"Can I get you guys anything?"
He shrugged out of his coat and swiped a hand through his hair to tuck it behind his ears. It was cold and damp from their walk in the weather, but at least the heat worked in John's apartment.