10-10-2016, 01:49 PM
Jaxen had the eerie sense he was being followed all night long. After leaving the library, he spent the rest of the night, until sunrise, walking the university grounds and surrounding blocks. Trinity College was situated near the river that split Dublin into a north and south corridor. In the center of the ancient city, roads were extremely narrow, some not even suitable to drive. The hotel he stayed in was on one such road, which was really more of a wide path. Otherwise, there were lots of shops, restaurants, and bars. There were also plenty of other people on the streets, even in the dead of a cold spring night. But multiple times he snapped his gaze behind him, sure someone was standing right there. It gave him chills, and he wondered if crazy cannibals kidnapped people in Dublin and dragged them to underground, abandoned bathhouses like they did in Moscow. Surely not. Neither did the hairs on the back of his neck raise, warning him of a giant snake lady ready to grab his ankle from the gutter. Sora was almost welcome at this point. By the time he returned to the hotel, he was ready to lock himself away in the suite.
The next day, he woke in the early evening. This time, when he left the suite, no Petra was there. He shrugged and wondered if she was even still staying. She'd said she was a visiting professor, so he assumed she'd be around for more than a day. But Jaxen never went to college, so how would he know. He shrugged to himself and headed out to find some decent (non-irish) food.
The next day, he woke in the early evening. This time, when he left the suite, no Petra was there. He shrugged and wondered if she was even still staying. She'd said she was a visiting professor, so he assumed she'd be around for more than a day. But Jaxen never went to college, so how would he know. He shrugged to himself and headed out to find some decent (non-irish) food.