[Sodium_noir] Dusk Revisited

[Mara Ravenclaw]

Mara Ravenclaw, Leon Wolf
Brujah, Mortal
Reception Desk,

Dusk Industries

>Mara  waited  for  a few minutes, although the way time dilates
>when  you're  perched on the edge of a public seat in full view
>of  all  the movers and shakers, not even she was entirely sure
>how long she was there. With all the pomp and ceremony that had
>been  part  of  her life, her families standing and her fathers
>influences,  Dusk Industries still had an air of the monolithic
>to its buildings.


Knowing that while she was waiting, she was fully on display to those around her, Mara used her best posture, sitting ramrod straight in the padded chair.  Her legs were crossed, but she focused on not moving her foot or her legs.  Easily done, as being dead somehow caused a lot of involuntary movements to cease.  Her black leather purse sat on the floor next to her, and she was not tempted to rummage through it for a tissue or a lipstick or some other feminine frivolity.  

>She  recognised  the  man  almost  immediately,  she'd seen him
>before.  Tall,  slender  and well dressed, he had an economy of
>movement  that  was  usually  a  sign  of  being undead. To the
>trained  eye  he gave away his associations, those he sought to
>emulate, with every step. he stepped out of the elevator and to
>the  side. Stopping briefly to scan the entire foyer before his
>eyes  settled  on Mara. A heartbeat more and he strode directly
>towards her.

Mara recognized him in an instant.  Leon Wolf, though he had changed clothes since their early evening dinner meeting.  Before her meeting (or was it melee?) with Christine.  She still had the rental car too.  Damn.  

She watches him as she walks.  The way he moved, he'd been around vamps a long
time.  If Christine had stayed, how long would it take before she adopted similiar habits?   

"Miss  Ravenclaw?"  It  was  only just a question as he clearly knew  that  she  was  who he was sent to collect. 

Mara turns her predator's gaze to him.  "Mr. Wolf, it's a pleasure to see you again so soon."  

"If you would follow me, I will take you up to the Map Room, Lady Basarab and the others are waiting for you there!"

Mara gets up.  "Of course."  She picks her purse up and puts it on her shoulder as she follows him to the elevator.  The doors close on them, and shell will not initiate any conversation, but remain silent, subdued.  Speak until spoken to will be her watchword for the moment....

Every TAG you make

"All that we see or seem, Is but a dream within a dream." - Edgar Allen Poe



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