11-11-2014, 02:09 PM
Without purchasing so much as a post-card, Elias made his way back to the Market metro station. He walked with hands thrust in his pockets. The wind tugged his hair around his face, and he pulled up the hood of his long coat to block it. But as he stepped off the curb, a car roared from out of no where, almost clipping him. The driver didn't so much as look over his shoulder, and Elias scowled at the tail lights. The encounter was yet another reminder of how claustrophobic he felt in the city. He was most ready to return to Tony's.
Before he made it across the street, a sense of power pulled his attention elsewhere. He followed it without hesitation, repulsed by the presence while also drawn to it at the same time. He found two men engaging one another, and a woman with the haste of escape rounding upon him.
Elias had been too distracted to avoid her altogether, yet pure reaction grabbed her spindly shoulders lest they both tumble off their feet. "Hey. Watch it."
She might be surprised the black pillar of a statue bucked her away.
Before he made it across the street, a sense of power pulled his attention elsewhere. He followed it without hesitation, repulsed by the presence while also drawn to it at the same time. He found two men engaging one another, and a woman with the haste of escape rounding upon him.
Elias had been too distracted to avoid her altogether, yet pure reaction grabbed her spindly shoulders lest they both tumble off their feet. "Hey. Watch it."
She might be surprised the black pillar of a statue bucked her away.