Post by AnnaMarie Darkholme on Aug 5, 2013 22:53:15 GMT -5
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Rain was something she welcomed. Hot, steamy, shower like rain. Not this icy shower, that a single drip upon you feels like a razor blade cutting into your flesh. Anna looked up towards the sky, an angry glare given, as if the clouds would give a fiddler's f*** if she was angry or not. As if just the opposite were true, the rain pattered down harder and faster, thick droplets causing her thick dark hair to begin the process of frizzing up. She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, pulled the hood of her hooded cut-off sweatshirt up to cover her head. Not that it would do much.
Her emerald gaze danced upon the patrons that littered beneath this awning and that, trying, in vain to stay dry. She paused in her step briefly, as a car came by, a wash of rain water and filthy spraying up, and upon those very patrons. She wanted so much not to laugh, though the corners of her mouth pulled upwards. She bit the insides of her cheeks to keep the laugh buried within, like an unwilling zombie.
That's the perfect phrase to describe how she felt. An unwilling zombie. Things were so different now. She didn't have any requirements for the school, and she hadn't spoken to her mother in ages. She wasn't going to call her just to shoot the s***. It had been a couple years since they had seen each other, and even longer since they had been able to have a random chit-chat over the phone. Neither Anna nor her mother were people persons, though at least Anna tried.
There was a big game in town, which is why after nearly a decade, Anna found herself immersed in the world of New York. It wasn't her 'home', she was a Southern girl, without a doubt, but it's noise, it's culture, it's flavor[/i was something familiar. It made her feel extremely comfortable, and itching to spend a few dollars, and hopefully to win a lot more in return. She wasn't a pro-gambler, though she liked the card tables. The fate of your wallet held in the palm of your hand, quite literally. Those who knew Rogue, knew that she only haunted the back alley games. The ones that real money was to be had, if only for the price of a little danger.
Anna continued further down the sidewalk, preferring the walk, rather than a stuffy cab ride that would only reveal her true desired location. Anna rubbed her hands together, as if she were cold. Her fingertips were getting a bit icy, though moreso they were numb. Her hands had been getting numb as of late, and Carpel Tunnel had been ruled out. Was it a drawback from not using her abilities? Her nose scrunched slightly, as she thought about it, though she slipped down a crooked corridor, one that would lead to a dead end.
The dead-end's fence was easily climbed, and just over it, lay the door. She inched closer to the door, so that her face could easily be viewed through the window when it opened. She knocked three times, paused, then another three times, paused, and finally twice. The window in the door opened, and she nodded to the person behind the door. The window shut, and the door opened. Anna was certain that the place must have been used as a sort of 'Speak Easy', back in the day. She was lead through a room filled with dust and debris, and followed down a set of stairs, where the real action happened.
As if trying to mirror what she had thought of the place, the basement level seemed to have been torn right out of the 1920's. Waitresses dressed in flapper girl dresses, the women were dressed in figure hugging, though not overly revealing dresses, and the men were adorned in suits, with slicked back hair. The music that played lowly was from a Big Band/Jazzy era, which had unfortunately seen better days.
Anna paused, and pushed the hood back from her face, revealing tendrils of dark auburn, though with a shock of pure white framing her face. "Let the games begin."
Rain was something she welcomed. Hot, steamy, shower like rain. Not this icy shower, that a single drip upon you feels like a razor blade cutting into your flesh. Anna looked up towards the sky, an angry glare given, as if the clouds would give a fiddler's f*** if she was angry or not. As if just the opposite were true, the rain pattered down harder and faster, thick droplets causing her thick dark hair to begin the process of frizzing up. She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, pulled the hood of her hooded cut-off sweatshirt up to cover her head. Not that it would do much.
Her emerald gaze danced upon the patrons that littered beneath this awning and that, trying, in vain to stay dry. She paused in her step briefly, as a car came by, a wash of rain water and filthy spraying up, and upon those very patrons. She wanted so much not to laugh, though the corners of her mouth pulled upwards. She bit the insides of her cheeks to keep the laugh buried within, like an unwilling zombie.
That's the perfect phrase to describe how she felt. An unwilling zombie. Things were so different now. She didn't have any requirements for the school, and she hadn't spoken to her mother in ages. She wasn't going to call her just to shoot the s***. It had been a couple years since they had seen each other, and even longer since they had been able to have a random chit-chat over the phone. Neither Anna nor her mother were people persons, though at least Anna tried.
There was a big game in town, which is why after nearly a decade, Anna found herself immersed in the world of New York. It wasn't her 'home', she was a Southern girl, without a doubt, but it's noise, it's culture, it's flavor[/i was something familiar. It made her feel extremely comfortable, and itching to spend a few dollars, and hopefully to win a lot more in return. She wasn't a pro-gambler, though she liked the card tables. The fate of your wallet held in the palm of your hand, quite literally. Those who knew Rogue, knew that she only haunted the back alley games. The ones that real money was to be had, if only for the price of a little danger.
Anna continued further down the sidewalk, preferring the walk, rather than a stuffy cab ride that would only reveal her true desired location. Anna rubbed her hands together, as if she were cold. Her fingertips were getting a bit icy, though moreso they were numb. Her hands had been getting numb as of late, and Carpel Tunnel had been ruled out. Was it a drawback from not using her abilities? Her nose scrunched slightly, as she thought about it, though she slipped down a crooked corridor, one that would lead to a dead end.
The dead-end's fence was easily climbed, and just over it, lay the door. She inched closer to the door, so that her face could easily be viewed through the window when it opened. She knocked three times, paused, then another three times, paused, and finally twice. The window in the door opened, and she nodded to the person behind the door. The window shut, and the door opened. Anna was certain that the place must have been used as a sort of 'Speak Easy', back in the day. She was lead through a room filled with dust and debris, and followed down a set of stairs, where the real action happened.
As if trying to mirror what she had thought of the place, the basement level seemed to have been torn right out of the 1920's. Waitresses dressed in flapper girl dresses, the women were dressed in figure hugging, though not overly revealing dresses, and the men were adorned in suits, with slicked back hair. The music that played lowly was from a Big Band/Jazzy era, which had unfortunately seen better days.
Anna paused, and pushed the hood back from her face, revealing tendrils of dark auburn, though with a shock of pure white framing her face. "Let the games begin."
