OH, but he’s watched her; she’s a train-wreck wrapped in a bitter package. a chain smoking, binge drinking, 3 a.m., night time walk around New York kind of mess. he’s seen her a time or two, on his own sleepless wanderings through the graffiti riddled neighborhood that surrounded their rundown apartment building. it’s choice dwelling for a man wanting to remain lowkey; somewhere predominantly populated by homeless, gangs, and drug addicts. somewhere easy to hide. blend in & disappear. but it’s a temporary state ( because he’ll be moving soon. ) ; he doesn’t stay anywhere long, a few months, just enough time to learn the security set ups, and exits - but never settle. the only way to stay ahead of those hunting him.
BOOTS SIGH HEAVILY AGAINST CONCRETE, the weight of his burden having lead him to stepping out; metal concealed with cloth to put off an image of normalcy. long sleeves, metal fingers gloved in black. hands slipped into the pockets of his coat as he heads up the stoop, never faltering a step as he brushes past the familiar brunette.
