11-03-2014, 12:38 PM
The man was muttering to himself. Aurora could have thought he was praying, then he called her Mother. It was very odd, a third man tried to get them all away from the fire, Aurora stood and pulled at the man who clasped her hands. She looked at the one who appeared to be his friend?
Aurora turned to the one who beckoned them away and she smiled. "We are coming. He's not here I don't think. He's not making any sense."
Aurora turned her attentions back to the fallen one. "Come with me. I can help you."
Aurora could smell the alcohol on his breath, but he didn't act drunk, high maybe? A bad drug? Aurora could handle part of it, she could vaguely remember helping a man older than her through similar situations. Though it was different this time. Whatever she could do with that glowing net had helped, but not enough. Once he was on his feet she turned to the other two men. "My place isn't far. I an help your friend, at least get him away from here."
She grinned. "I don't think the authorities need to be involved here, he's done nothing wrong, and he isn't hurting anyone."
Though Aurora was almost positive she saw him throw fire from the palm of his hands. But that was for later, much later. It tugged at her memories, but she couldn't exactly place it.
Aurora took the man by the hands and lead him to her apartment. The others were free to follow, she looked back a few times to see if they'd stayed in view, she wasn't exactly taking a direct route. No point in making it easy. She wound through the alleys and streets on the way back to her apartment. Back tracked a few times even. She probably looked lost, she wasn't, but she could act that way anyway. "Everything looks the same in the Red Light District."
She muttered to herself. But in reality she knew it was not the truth, she knew her way very well.
Aurora used her key to unlock the front door of the apartment building, the local drunk sat on the bottom step and Aurora kicked his hand away as he tried to grab her. She made sure the man in tow made it safely up the two flights of unsafe stairs to her third floor apartment. It wasn't much but it was more than the studio she'd had when she first got to Moscow. It was a one bedroom at least.
Aurora left the door open as she lead the man to the couch. She smiled at him and had him sit down. She looked over at his friend. "What's his name?"
She grinned. "Names all around would probably help. I'm Aurora."
(( bas modded with permission ))
Edited by Aurora, Nov 3 2014, 03:41 PM.
Aurora turned to the one who beckoned them away and she smiled. "We are coming. He's not here I don't think. He's not making any sense."
Aurora turned her attentions back to the fallen one. "Come with me. I can help you."
Aurora could smell the alcohol on his breath, but he didn't act drunk, high maybe? A bad drug? Aurora could handle part of it, she could vaguely remember helping a man older than her through similar situations. Though it was different this time. Whatever she could do with that glowing net had helped, but not enough. Once he was on his feet she turned to the other two men. "My place isn't far. I an help your friend, at least get him away from here."
She grinned. "I don't think the authorities need to be involved here, he's done nothing wrong, and he isn't hurting anyone."
Though Aurora was almost positive she saw him throw fire from the palm of his hands. But that was for later, much later. It tugged at her memories, but she couldn't exactly place it.
Aurora took the man by the hands and lead him to her apartment. The others were free to follow, she looked back a few times to see if they'd stayed in view, she wasn't exactly taking a direct route. No point in making it easy. She wound through the alleys and streets on the way back to her apartment. Back tracked a few times even. She probably looked lost, she wasn't, but she could act that way anyway. "Everything looks the same in the Red Light District."
She muttered to herself. But in reality she knew it was not the truth, she knew her way very well.
Aurora used her key to unlock the front door of the apartment building, the local drunk sat on the bottom step and Aurora kicked his hand away as he tried to grab her. She made sure the man in tow made it safely up the two flights of unsafe stairs to her third floor apartment. It wasn't much but it was more than the studio she'd had when she first got to Moscow. It was a one bedroom at least.
Aurora left the door open as she lead the man to the couch. She smiled at him and had him sit down. She looked over at his friend. "What's his name?"
She grinned. "Names all around would probably help. I'm Aurora."
(( bas modded with permission ))
Edited by Aurora, Nov 3 2014, 03:41 PM.