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A Blast from the Past. Distant Past || Dyann x Vadoma

She exhaled in frustration, moving to retrieve the throwing knife from the tree she had embedded it in. She hadn’t hit the right knot - coordination was coming back, but slowly. So many things were different: The land, the feel of the city... time itself. Vadoma looked down at her clothing, one side of her upper lip curling up almost in disgust. One good thing about the ‘now’ she found herself currently in: She was no longer a social pariah for wearing pants. Then, there were the differences in her. 

She shook her head, almost growling as she let three knives fly. Two hit their desired targets, the third being slightly outside of where they were intended to go. There was something incredibly relaxing about the woods, outside of the confines of the city called ‘Chicago’. There were no loud sounds coming from the horseless carriages - cars - she reminded herself, and the smells were so much cleaner. Not that London had been any different back in the day, but the pollution of London was very different than that of this place. 

She tucked her knives away, into hidden sheaths in her boots and the inside of her jacket, and twisted her long, curly black hair back into a knot at the base of her neck. It was starting to get dark, and she still needed to find a way back to her crash space for the night. She took a good look around, looking for the various landmarks she’d found for herself so as not to get lost. She nodded once, then started back out the way she came in padding along almost silently. 

@predatortwins

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Boston’s Nice - But Not in Winter || Haydn x Vadoma

The petite twenty-something sat on the back of the park bench, her feet resting on the seat. Boston at the end of November is chilly, but if she felt the cold it was tough to tell. Faded blue jeans were tucked into warm winter knee high boots, a heavy winter jacket zipped up against the cold. A black knit hat helped to keep long, curly black hair in check. 

She was idly tossing something up into the air, then catching it, over and over, the late afternoon light catching on the object and making it shine with a metallic light. She hardly seemed to be paying attention, though, as her eyes scanned the people walking past. Every once in a while, that pale blue gaze would meet someone’s eyes, and she’d give a little bit of a nod, and a smile. She was in no hurry, though. Eventually someone who interested her, and vice versa, would happen by, and then perhaps things would get interesting. Of course, there was always that pesky thing of it needing to be the right person, but that was a technicality. This was the right place, and eventually he’d happen by. They always did. 

@muse-roulette