04-09-2014, 12:32 PM
A purveyor of the arts, was he? And on the subway train, surely there were better ways for a seemingly well off man to get around. But who was she to judge, Katya supposed, to each their own. Katya kept her tongue in check, despite the first jab, Dane didn't seem to care. She should know better than to let her mouth run rampant. Her mother had always told her so.
His attentions now back on Thalia, Katya looked around the car. People were huddled in their own little groups, families huddled together. A couple in the back of the car were snuggling and giggling together. Katya rolled her eyes but she couldn't blame them.
The man who had been sitting with Dane was moving towards the back of the car, looking and watching out the windows, trying to see something out of it's windows. It was then that the memory of the basement monster hit her. Power cables eaten by the thing in the hole in the wall?
Movement caught her eye and Katya pulled coat around her and the wool hat down over her ears. It felt like it was getting colder, she was getting colder.
Katya watched the man look. There wasn't much else to do on a train with no power. She could work, but the power of her battery was too low, it wouldn't hardly last thirty minutes, and that was barely time to get started at all. Only thing to do was sit and wait and watch.
His attentions now back on Thalia, Katya looked around the car. People were huddled in their own little groups, families huddled together. A couple in the back of the car were snuggling and giggling together. Katya rolled her eyes but she couldn't blame them.
The man who had been sitting with Dane was moving towards the back of the car, looking and watching out the windows, trying to see something out of it's windows. It was then that the memory of the basement monster hit her. Power cables eaten by the thing in the hole in the wall?
Movement caught her eye and Katya pulled coat around her and the wool hat down over her ears. It felt like it was getting colder, she was getting colder.
Katya watched the man look. There wasn't much else to do on a train with no power. She could work, but the power of her battery was too low, it wouldn't hardly last thirty minutes, and that was barely time to get started at all. Only thing to do was sit and wait and watch.