[Sodium_noir] Saturday Evening Market Street - En route to theSinclair Party

[Mara Ravenclaw]

Mara Ravenclaw
A Brujah Alone
The Temple of the five Dragons
Chinatown

The air was cold against Mara's skin.  She had worn a coat, but its purpose was more decorative than protective.  A child of the Northwest, she did not believe in wearing fur, as it was cruel and inhumane, so the coat she chose was one of black velvet with a satin lining.  

Mara looks expectantly toward the entrance to the temple.  Where was Christine?  She wonders, pulling the coat closer.  But then she realized that it was cold out.  Cold enough to see your breath…if you were breathing.  Shit.  A dead giveaway.  She didn’t breathe.  Cigarettes.  That would work.  She goes to the tiny purse and remembers that she didn’t have any tucked in there.  Going into Chinatown to buy them didn’t seem like a very good idea, and she didn’t want to leave and have Christine find that she’d left. 

But, she had been practicing a bit on how to pretend to be human.  Now was a good time to work on that.  She concentrates then, upon her breathing, but still keeps an eye and ear open for any possible trouble.  "Hurry back, Christine."  She whispers.       


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

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