[Sodium_noir] Saturday Evening - En route to the Sinclair Party

[Mara Ravenclaw]

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

Somewhere in the distance a shot rang out. Too far away to be of real concern but it drew Mara's attention into sharp focus none the less.

As she hears the shot, the words of a song come to her unbidden.  Somebody going to emergency.  Somebody’s going to jail.  She smiles at the black irony, as the song was a more recent one, called "New York Minute."  And weren't they in New York? 

She sees a middle-aged man in orange robes (worn over more usual Gotham evening wear of jeans and sports jacket) come around the Temple carrying an empty basin. A piece of potato peel clinging unseen by him to the bottom. he glances at Mara for a moment and nods but then carries on without a word. Entering the building by the same door Christine took.

Mara will nod to the man.  She takes note that he was probably about her age.  Her REAL age.  She also notes that he was not attempting to harm her, just as she was not attempting to harm him.  Perhaps though, this is enough to gain access.  She decides to try to follow him, but will stop before the temple starts to inflict pain on her.  She'd had quite enough of that for one night.   

Inside, Christine finds the place quiet and subdued. A few of the Monks were seeing to their chores but otherwise most of them appear to have retired to their rooms. The soft glow of candles casting silhouettes on the rice paper doors. 

The sound of A motorbike passes two streets over, it high powered engine lifting its presence above the dull roar of traffic. A few moments later it can be heard leaving the Chinatown borough.

Mara takes note of the sound of the motorbike.  She wanted to remember it in case she were to run across it a second time.  She had been around enough of them that she knew that each kind was distinctive in the sound it made, and she was guessing this was probably an import.  And it was leaving Chinatown.  Heading...somewhere.  Neon City?  

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


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