There was no way around it: she was going to have to go back to the apartment, and soon. Her pockets were completely empty but for the little business card acquired from Kilraven the morning before and a tube of chapstick. It wasn’t like what little cash she had ferreted away in the apartment would do much good, but Hell, it was something ( Read more... )

The night had not been a good one for Bryn, nor the day before, the time lost in a haze of blood and shock, sweeping the girl up, battered and bruised, on the shores of tomorrow. Through the fetid summer night she lay crumpled in that unfrequented alley, nestled in the uncanny calm that seems to prevail in the city for a brief time in the moments ( Read more... )

Real name & age: Caledonia, 20 ( Read more... )