Tonight was like many before, after work Nitalya heads home just long enough to scrub the scent of the ER off her tired body and change into fresh cloths before heading out for a drink. Tonights choice of clothing is a cream turtle neck, thick black slacks, and her black leather trench coat. for lack of wanting to do something with her hair she leaves it down letting it flow naturally framing her face. The day at the ER had been a rough one and she was in the mood for something especially strong, though she did not feel like heading to a bar filled with other hopeless case. No, tonight she would head to the park and drink alone.
The air was cold as Nitalya stepped out the cab at the entrance of the Cedarwood Park, though that was all to be expected when you live in Canada and it is winter time. She shivers as she leans over and pays the cabby and grabs her treat for the night. 'mmm, nothing like a good vodka when it is cold out." she says in a low voice as the cab leaves.
Though she had bad luck in the ER her luck now was doing better, she had found an import store with just the right vodka, it had not snowed for at least a day, and the sun was just starting to set finishing off her day with a brilliant splash of color. Walking slowly she searches for an empty bench in which she could indulge in her self destruct without much bother.
By the time the last ray of sunlight vanished Nitalya had found a bench and had just started on the second half of the bottle. Tilting her head back she takes a draft and glances up at the now visible stars wondering what the next day held for her.
Clementine had gotten up early tonight. She hadn't heard from Colton in a few days, but whereas months ago this would have upset her and ruined her night, she now assumed he was busy with either Celeste or the coven and left him to himself. She had been busy with her own work, anyway. She had two wedding dresses to finish altering, and a dozen original orders to have ready in time for the holiday season. The seamstress had spent most of her nights these last few weeks with her blonde bobbed hair pulled messily out of her face and straight pins stuck precariously into her mouth as her hands flew across fabric. With her orders met, Clem decided she deserved a break, and she had picked tonight to get dressed up and go out on the town.
She had set an alarm and gotten up early, before the sun had completely set. She showered and dressed with the blinds carefully drawn, taking care to layer against the winter chill. She wore a pair of thick wooly tights and a long sleeved, dove grey henley underneath a dress of white denim, topped with a bulky black sweater. She added a few strands of pearls and a bulky cocktail ring, stepped into her favourite black boots, and pulled on a midnight blue jacket which fell to her knees. She located her purse and found her keys, wrapped on a yellow scarf and pulled on mittens to match, and skipped out of her apartment.
She had no destination in mind, but she quickly decided to cut through the park to get there faster. Pulling the heavy iron gates closed behind her with a resounding clang, Clementine Jones began to hum absently to herself as she took the path which housed a long row of benches underneath the snow-laden trees. Without knowing it, she was walking towards Nitalya, and she was making no effort to be inconspicuous.
OOC| Okay, I tried to work a reply with both Eric and Bo but neither of them worked out or amounted to very much, so I threw in Clementine. I find it easier to write for her. I know I spoke about clothes and make-up and everything you told me you had trouble with, but she won't randomly start talking about them and, well… If you have trouble with something, it just means you need more practice with it. =) |
closing her eyes Nitalya lets her mind swim in the intoxication, sighing as she lets it calming effect wash over her tired tense body. minutes pass as her mind wonders aimlessly, until the light steps catch her ears. she could feel her muscles twist as the tension returns causing her to sigh again she thinks ah ... all those years of training can really be a pain. well now that my efforts are wasted, might as well see why. as she tilts her head down slightly and glances to either side in search of the owner.
her green hues have lost much of their glazed over look now as they slowly make their rounds, stopping only when they find a girl walking towards the benches. the girl seems nothing more than a normal nightlife goer, probably on her way to a club or party. dam, why could it not have been a mugger or something worth losing my buzz over. i will just have to start again. she thinks disappointedly as she lifts her bottle to her lips for another drink.
OOCl that is fine, though that was not what i meant about makeup and such. some people like to 'play' shopping and such or talk about it in a conversation in character. those i cant do. i have no option, thus i cant talk about it. oh, sorry i edited the first post to add in what she is wearing since i forgot the first time.
Clementine had spotted Nitalya before the other had opened her eyes and looked about for her. She was slightly obvious; she was the only person Clem could see sitting on one of the long line of benches, and she was lolling about with a large bottle of what was obviously alcohol.
The sight of a hobo drinking from a bottle in the park was not such an unusual sight to Clementine; Demaitre was a big city, and she often cut through the parks on her nights out. What was odd was this woman was obviously not a hobo. She was wearing decent, if simple clothing, and Clem could tell that the bottle in her hand was a good quality vodka. She might not touch the stuff herself – Clem was a whiskey girl – but she had been in enough bars to be able to judge the quality of other liquors.
She slowed as she neared the bench Nitalya was sitting on. "Aren't you cold?" She asked impulsively, noticing the woman was wearing no mittens in the Canadian winter. "Wait, right, the alcohol. Never mind!" She said with a laugh, realizing if the vodka was that good Nitalya probably didn't feel anything.
