by d.va » Sat Nov 02, 2013 3:00 pm
Wesley: As I was staring upward, I heard footsteps from behind. I turned to see my ol' friend Cecilia. [I may make her less than a background character soon.] "Dude, why are you out so late?" she asks me, cocking an eyebrow. I shrug. "Maybe I just like staring at the stars," I reply smugly. "Go to bed," she says as she walks away. That was how our average conversations were--short and sweet.
Yvette: I closed the door before Lola could follow me outside. Keeping my footsteps quiet, I made my way over to the latter I had perched against the house. I climbed it to the roof, where I sat in peace. I had a good vantage point from here, so I surveyed the neighbourhood with concentration.