[Sodium_noir] flux of things to come

[concrete chaos]

...cont

Arkana
Industrial District - Just risen
Arkana walks slowly towards Paz, even in this calm state her movement is
calculated, like that of a predator, effortless and graceful. Two slender
fingers reach for the joint balanced between Paz's fingers, and then slowly
fall on Arkana's lips.

She fiddles around some more with the butterfly knife, looking blank faced,
her thoughts deep. Then with one swift movement she's up and heading back
downstairs again.

The room still mostly messy, from clothes scattered around and slung over
furniture, mainly a huge desk and chair.  Arkana looks for something to
wear, and pops in the shower, not that she needed to get cleaned, but she
wanted to remove the paint completely and feel the warmth of the water.
When the room got pretty steamy she shuts off the water and dries up, tying
a towel around her, and grabs another to pat her dreads.

Kneeling on the floor beside her bed she reaches underneath and slides out a
black briefcase. Placing it neatly on the bed she lights what was left of a
joint in an ashtray, and eyes it momentarily before popping it wide open to
reveal it's contents. 2 Browning Hi-Power semi's complete with a spare clip
for each and cupped neatly in holsters, 22 inch expandable baton still in
it's sheath, and a black ninja mask. She wants to beaf it up, why? cause her
gut tells her to. Gotham is just that type of place. The only question
remaining is from where can she obtain such weaponry, in secret of course.

Her hand glides over to the guns and she checks them, takes aim but does not
fire. She'll need more funds of course, which so far the gigs have been
providing at a slow but steady pace.

Arkana grabs a small bag, and slips the batton inside, gets the card from
the notice board, and adds last night's pirate recording. She has no plan as
yet but she knows what she needs to get done, but not before that first
bite.

Within minutes she has pulled on black pvc's, and matching vest, straps on
her boots and slides into an army green jacket that comes just under her
waist. Slippnig the bag over her shoulder she straps it closer to her chest,
grabs her keys and helmet and heads out, almost slamming the door behind
her.

Revving the engine to her bike, she goes off to find a meal.


TBC i guess in JP with Raven

--
'I don't have low self-esteem, it's a mistake. I have low esteem for other
people'. - Daria
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