A RANDOM FACT ABOUT LESLIE /    001.

 It was a quiet night. Tranquil, even. Not much was going on in the city; there was no low muffle of club music beating against the city walls, and there were barely any lights lit in their shops, flickering and blinking as they usually do. No, it was the dead of the night. Everyone with a job likely had to work in the morning, and so– there was not much to be seen at this time.

That didn’t stop the demon from creeping along the shadows of the sidewalks though– no. He was on the prowl. Looking for something to do– someone to bother, or scare – better yet.. Maybe even kill. Ooh, red would be lovely to see right now. Though, he wasn’t sure if he felt like putting the effort into the inevitable fight.

 Suddenly drawn from his thoughts – there was a light, slow tap against the cement nearby. Someone was out as well, it seemed. Briefly, he wondered if they were an innocent, or one of the predators that so often stalked the night.  Curiosity got the better of him as he stood in the darkness of the trees that lined the buildings, watching as the woman made her way closer and closer towards him. When she was close enough, he called to her, his voice holding a certain softness to it, as to not sosuddenly frighten her.   “Pretty girl like yourself– it’s dangerous to be alone out    here this late at night, you know. Never know who’s out here..”

Zoe had just gotten off of work, and rubs the back of her neck as she walks out of the club. She hates walking to her car this time of night. Then again, most normal women in the city hated it too. Well, calling me normal is a bit of a stretch, but I’m still pretty damn squishy when it all comes down to it.

She quickens her pace at this thought, pulling the hood of her sweatshirt over her bright red hair and tucking her hands into her pockets. Her hand curls around the bottle of pepper spray attached to her keys in her pockets. Nope. Don’t like this at all. I should’ve asked my male co-worker to walk me to my car tonight. Ugh. Stupid city nights. 

That’s when a sudden voice from the darkness pulls her out of her thoughts. It takes her a moment to find the source of the voice, but then she notices the dark-haired man simply watching her. She tucks a strand of vibrant red hair behind her ear, rearranging the hood on her sweatshirt with slight nervous energy. Even if the man is just being polite and making sure she’s going to make it home safe, one can never be too careful. Particularly not in the big city like this with so many damn creepers lurking about.

SENSE 8 STARTERS || Status: Accepting

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