Figure Eights || Open

[KARMA MERCY DELACOUR]

Bare feet made a gentle pitter patter on the cement beside the frozen canal as Karma walked aimlessly around the city. The rest of her was bundled rather warmly, in a black coat and skin tight jeans. Her dred locks swung around her face in the wind, their thickness offering refuge from the cold for her ears and neck. However her feet, her bare feet were unprotected from the cold and the snow. She and her two sisters found bare feet to be the true way to experience winter. This way, their bodies were able to appreciate the cold beauty of the season. Of course, Karma wasn't one for playing fair. Naturally, she had cast a simple spell so that her feet were unaffected by the cold, feeling nothing. She was sure her sister Fayth would realize it soon enough, though.

Shoving her gloved hands into the dark pockets of her coat, Karma smirked, thinking of her "clever" deception as her walked slowed. She pivoted gently on her heel to walk towards a nearby bench overlooking the canal. This time of year, the canals froze ever so beautifully. Some portions were too thin to be considered frozen, but many, such as here before her, froze thick enough to skate on. Young children supervised by careless parents were skating on the canal. Turning her head to the left, she saw a make-shift game of hockey being played. She never quite understood the point of the game. In fact, Karma felt it quite pointless. However, if she ever had a tooth that needed to be removed, she was more likely to play hockey than to go to a dentist. The former was much less expensive than the latter.

With one hand, Karma rubbed her face as her leg began to twitch. Any onlookers would think her sudden twitching was from the cold and her bare feet, but her sisters would know better. Removing a hand from her pocket, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Moving quickly and with the urgency of a recovering drug addict, she opened the box and placed a cancer stick between her red lips, lighting it rapidly behind a cupped hand. Breathing deeply, she took the initial puff, holding it in her lungs as her twitch slowly disappeared.

[MICHAEL TRUDE]

It was odd to see the woman walking with no shoes on. It was cold out and there was snow on the ground. Of course Michael could have stood to walk around in such a fashion – he felt the cold but it had no affect on him. He was an Angel, though he rarely did such things so as to avoid sticking out to the human population, such things couldn't harm him. He was also certain that normal humans couldn’t stand such a thing… stranger still was the fact that the woman wasn’t cold. She was feeling clever, deceptive but she was not no so much as she though...

He did pick up on the twitch, and he could sense it’s real meaning. Addition. She was smoking… but that wasn’t the source of her addiction… he could feel that it failed to satisfy… that she really wanted something else, something more.

Michael was walking in a direction on the street that had him walking toward her. Normally most of the people he crossed paths with he would walk by. Something about this one though made him stop instead. Nothing happened by accident. There was a design to everything. Perhaps she needed his help.

“Hello,” he said, his voice carrying deep, rich, warm tones. He canted his head and smirked at her bare feet. “I think you’re giving yourself away a little too easily,” he chided gently, teasing almost. He in fact didn’t know what she was… but certainly not a ‘normal’ human to be sure.