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The young morning air was already perfumed with the exasperated sighs of the early Republic City mass. Clung alongside the daybreak buzz wafted the stench of rain from the night before. In the midst of the meek day break, a mess of matted red hair and bloodshot eyes intricately tore her way through the pack of on-goers. Ravyn hung her head from the undeterred breeze while a slight shiver tugged at her beat skin. “Fuck the cold.”
She wove herself through the crowd in a determined hunt, trying hard not to catch any foreign eyes on her. There it was. Her steps nonchalantly made their way towards a rugged denim jacket that draped the backside of a fellow pedestrian. In a quick sleight of hand, Ravyn gently tugged the jacket draping it across her own shoulder and briskly trailed away in the opposite direction.
A voice broke through in her direction before she could disappear in the dispersing mob, stopping her in the middle of the cobblestone street. “Fucking shit.” She pretended not to think much of it as she slowly tip-toed forward keeping her back towards the nearing individual.
