Chilled by the blowing wind, Evangelique breathed out a small sigh. It wasn’t as cold as her little room would get, not yet anyway, but soon enough she would need to find shelter. A place where she could regain some warmth, place some sustenance in her belly, and then continue on her merry little way... to wherever. Eva wasn’t certain yet what direction she wanted to take. She could continue heading north, or maybe take a chance and move southwest. Though for some reason, she wanted to stay in this area for a little longer. It was quite a cute city, and there were so many sites and so many people. So much activity and sound and so many shades of gray; Eva wanted to immerse herself in it all.
Yet she refrained from doing so. As much as she wanted to stay in this bustling city, she had to keep moving. “That person” might show up. “That person” might find her. And it was that thought that made her lift her foot and continue down the sidewalk, towards a section of the city that wasn’t quite as busy yet still looked quite charming to her. A small smile flickered to life at the corner of her lips; there was a point where she didn’t know what ‘charming’ was nor did she care. Now she knew and she wanted to be a part of it. How strange it was, the changes that occurred once she left “that person”.
‘You’d die within a day.’
Almost a year later and she still wasn’t dead. Even a domesticated bird can survive outside of a cage it seemed, if their desire was strong enough. And it was as she was caught in these thoughts that her eyes happened upon a rather large building; it was old in architecture, different from the glass like buildings that dominated the other parts of the city. Curious about what it could possibly be- Bar HOMRA?- Eva wandered over there, her movements slow from her body’s need of food and water. Despite her need she marveled over the thick wooden doors that gleamed with care for quite a minute before finally opening them and peeking inside the room.
It was dark, yes but done so in a way that provided adequate lighting- it looked like the bar area was lit mainly by sunlight during this time of the day- and made a show of privacy if it was needed. But ultimately the place was open.... A place made for socialization, for familiarity, for comfort.... It invited her inside and she could find no reason to resist the call. So she knocked on the door to alert whoever was inside of her presence and made her way to the bar to take a seat on the worn yet comfortable leather stool and waited for the owner or workers arrival.
Because someone had to be here, right?
