[Sodium_noir] To sup with Panthers (Arkana and Panic)

[concrete chaos]

 Arkana, Panic
Brujah, Mage
Sammie's Diner

*When she walks in, the place seems lively .. and loud. Retro music, retro
decor. A single waitress sees her enter while pouring refill for the late
night customers in the rear of the diner and raises a hand to indicate she
has seen Arkana. A 'be with you in a second' look on her face.*

Arkana catches the waitresses eyes, and opts to search the room further
until she could attend to her, when she just stopped looking and let her
eyes fall onto a prticular creature by the window.

*With his back to her is a young man, barely out of his teen perhaps. Floppy
hair and smart clothes. A Dark jacket flung over a chair and a black silk
shirt with the sleeves rolled up. A red tie hung loosely outside. In front
of him was an ashtray with a fair few butts in it into which he casually
flicked his current smoke, and a bowl that probably once contained his meal.
Or his after meal pudding from the smell. *

*Defiantly the mortal Mara had described.*

Her body shifts position by itself, it seems, so intent on watching this
fellow she wasn't particularly thinkin about much else.

*She could see his face in the window, watching her with intense eyes. Deep,
liquid eyes. They travelled slowly from her boots, up her body with time
spend on the curves, to her face. Eventually. He was checking her out and
clearly felt no need to disguise the fact. The smile that spread across his
handsome face was just as brazen. *
**
The Brujah just cracks a wicked grin, and is amused, greatly even. She
starts to make her way to his table.

*Crushing the cigarette out in the tray he turned and stood in one fluid
movement. His body could best be described as lithe, although the clothing
was all baggy enough to disguise it if he were slimmer than he let on. Self
confidence practically oozed from every pore as he placed a hand on his
stomach and bowed to her. The movement dislodged a collection of choker
chains around his throat*.


*"Had I known I was meeting the famed lead singer of the Furies I would have
dressed appropriately. I do punk rock very well if the opportunity
arises." he indicates the seat across from him. "Although clearly not as
well as you ... Arkana isn't it? I've heard the Goth's whisper it with awe,
and I can certainly see why!" *

Her grin know cannot spread any wider, his charming youthful looks are just
all too much, and Arkana just liked people who had that glint of mischief in
their eyes, and Panic's fucking glared with blinding light.

"Correct, Panic yes? love the name", she starts to make her way to the seat
across from him and sits down, "Thanks for coming", her hands fiddle about
her waist for her cigarettes and she proceeds to light one. "So I suppose
I'll tell you why I asked for your help on this matter, I overheard some
singing, in disturbed tounges, i would like to know more about it".

She waits for him to speak, not wanting to bombard him with the task at
hand, he is after all interesting to get to know.

[I derserve a... Tag]


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