Old Tales | Niko & Emiline
The typical London weather was really showing off today. It started off early morning being very bright and sunny and a mere few hours later it was heavy downfall. Right now it was rather mellow, very wet and murky and even though the sky was dark grey, the sun still was fighting its way out from behind the clouds. It was frustrating as it made things complicated over what to actually wear in such untrustworthy weather. Emiline hated it. The weather back home was atleast more reliable than this shit. She sighed as rubbed her temples, holding her black umbrella above her head as she stood outside of the London Dungeon's attraction awaiting for Niko. She still wanted to get out but at the moment it seemed their was no way to comunicate with these odd shadow folk so for this reason would try and do entertaining things around London. So far it was actually a pretty mixed bag but she supposed she could not always trust judgement of Matt on things, he was generally meant to be a Londoner. This was one of the things which came up as popular attractions and whereas she was not quite sure if this was too kiddy or not, she still hoped for the best. Either way, her and Niko always had a blast so even if this place was boring she'd have good company.
Although she had seen a fair bit of Niko, as of recent she had not seen him in a while. She wondered if it was to do of anything of rumours to do with a certain brunette apparently being sighted around one of the parks in London. Part of her wondered if Michelle and Niko had something going on again or how she even got here... or even if it was the real Michelle and not some sick joke being played. It had been a good couple of weeks since she had seen him last which was all good but after browsing the shopping streets a week or so after their incident at the corner shop with the robbers and spotting the familiar looking face (at least making Niko appear to have seen a ghost) things seemed odd. Either way, she hoped she wouldn't be there. As selfish as it may of sounded, she wanted it to just be the two of them.
Of course, refusing to dress in some stupid rain coat, Emiline wore black ripped jeans with her studded black leather jacket and neon purple dc marten boots. Fuck the rain. It would not stop her being stylish. She sighed to herself and looked out for Niko, a cigarette pursed between her lips as the deadly white smoke fumed up into the wet sky which was back to rain.