#abittangledup 001

[razorscdge]

božja vatra: 001

@abittangledup​ approaches from the northeast, the fiery tone of her hair mirrored by that of a strange, tall person staring vacantly out over the water while smoking a cigarette. 6′1″ and broad shouldered, Josipa Horvatinčić strikes an imposing frame with her well muscled body still noticeable underneath the long sage colored trench coat that she wears. Bright orange eyes flicker over towards the young woman as if she has just noticed her, as if she hasn’t been tracking her like a jungle cat for the last week. Taking one last drag, she grinds out the remainder of her cigarette on the metal railing of the bridge as Elizabeth Ellison approaches, the late afternoon sun illuminating sharp facial features that Josipa unfortunately shares with her brother.

“Miss Ellison.” Carried on a plume of thick white smoke, perhaps the girl will recognize something familiar in her name spoken in that accent, even through the strange cockney that’s diluted it. “I will have a moment of your time.”

[frescadaddy]

@abittangledup has come to commune, whether she knows it or not. He looks up as she enters, offering a smile framed with neatly trimmed dark hair and something gleaming in his eyes that looks like a secret. He stands, correcting his deep blue suit with a brush of his unadorned hand before he offers it to her in a welcoming gesture. “Ah, welcome. It is a pleasure to have you visit,” he says as if this is normal, as if it has been done in any way other than surreptitiously. “I am Alistair Adana.” A moniker given to him, but by whom? “Shall I call you Miss Mimeo, or do you prefer something else?”