[Wanda doesn't have anywhere to go. She hasn't gone to find a hotel, hasn't wanted to do that. It's easier on the streets, to be one of the invisible vagrants. When she hears the sound, she follows it, slipping down an alley to take a look out onto the street.
Shaved head. Chains. Very pale.
There are a lot of possibilities. But one word is ruled out immediately. Afraid. This one's bold, confident. He'd hide otherwise. So she emerges from the alley, hands up.
She doesn't look 'conventional' herself. Red leather jacket, somewhat tight clothes, lots of rings and necklaces, heavy eye make-up. Typical 'goth,' as far as most are concerned. But, still, she's never really cared about being subtle. He speaks, and she keeps her distance. So she wouldn't startle him too much.]
I know a couple twenty-four hour places around here.
[She isn't a Londoner. Or even form the UK. Her accent is closer to being Russian.]
I'll show you if you'll buy me a sandwich and a drink.
Wandering
Shaved head. Chains. Very pale.
There are a lot of possibilities. But one word is ruled out immediately. Afraid. This one's bold, confident. He'd hide otherwise. So she emerges from the alley, hands up.
She doesn't look 'conventional' herself. Red leather jacket, somewhat tight clothes, lots of rings and necklaces, heavy eye make-up. Typical 'goth,' as far as most are concerned. But, still, she's never really cared about being subtle. He speaks, and she keeps her distance. So she wouldn't startle him too much.]
I know a couple twenty-four hour places around here.
[She isn't a Londoner. Or even form the UK. Her accent is closer to being Russian.]
I'll show you if you'll buy me a sandwich and a drink.