With Guns and Grins (Closed)

[FloatingAroundSpace]

Elizabeth Ritter heaved a sigh as she walked down the dark sidewalk, doing her best to try and find out where exactly she was supposed to be going. The instructions on the paper she had been given were vague at best, telling her to turn here, turn there, walk so far, stop here.


She passed by stores with buzzing neon lights, restaurants where the patrons were all slightly drunk and tittering, and apartments that had lights on, the pale yellow light streaming out from the curtains.


Elizabeth pulled her coat around herself tighter, keeping her blue eyes on the paper and avoiding eye contact with the other late-nighters (no doubt some of whom were vampires and werewolves and the like, out for a meal) in an effort to keep her identity a bit safer.


She finally made her way to the location; an abandoned warehouse with rusting pipes and peeling paint.


She pocketed the directions and walked inside.

 

[Hiraeth]

Syrus walked leisurely through the night, his green eyes darting about at the bright lights and sounds of the bars. His thin coat was just enough to cover over his damaged shirt and still healing ribs. The night so far had treated him well enough, if you considered being tossed out of a five story window onto some old metal transportation boxes to be a 'good' thing. Syrus sure didn't. If he hadn't damaged his ribs like this a few hours prior, he wouldn't have to be eating nearly six cheap hamburgers by himself.


Thankfully he knew this part of town well enough, he didn't need to really pay much attention as he want along while he stuffed his face. He knew that even though his ribs were already well healed, he could feel the slight bit of energy he had used to mend them. Food was good, he was glad this job was so far away from his other one.


Digging into his pocket and pulling out a small bit of paper with a location on it, he nodded to himself before stuffing it back into his pocket and continued forward. A mere few minutes away from where he was supposed to be. Just enough time to finish a few bites of his burger.

 

[FloatingAroundSpace]

Elizabeth shifted her weight from one foot to another as she glanced around the abandoned warehouse. It smelled old and forgotten, with the pipes that snaked overhead practically bronze with rust and dripping with water. The paint was old and chipped and Elizabeth had a feeling they were filled with lead as well.


Footsteps could be heard coming within and she squinted to see a man appear before her, dressed in dark clothing. His face looked human enough.


Her employer. "Hello," he said in a monotone. "I see you've arrived."


Elizabeth said nothing in response.

 

[Hiraeth]

It didn't take Syrus long to enter the warehouse, tossing the trash from his food right outside the door before closing it behind himself. His nose wrinkled a bit as he shook his head, finally lifting a hand up to push the hood of his jacket off of his head. It was sort of dark in here, but that was all he could tell, aside from the smell of course. Two other people were in view as he moved around a bit, lifting a hand to offer a quick wave before dropping his hand back down and stuffing it into his jacket pocket.


"Forgive me for being a minute or so late." He muttered, shuffling around a small bit, almost uncomfortably. His gaze was moving around to look at what he could see. Nothing of great interest, at least not to him.