[ Wick sits on a swing in the middle of a quiet park, a cigarette balanced delicately between his fingers. It'd belonged to a fifteen-year-old who'd been sitting on this swing before him, but that fifteen-year-old was long since gone; he'd run home crying, clasping a bruised, swollen wrist to his chest as Wick watched him go ( Read more... )

[ It's late at night, and the murky black sky and dingy streetlights make everything look different. It's also a Saturday, and anyone who's out in the city would probably be somewhere livelier than where Tizra is right now, wandering aimlessly and alone through some residential geometric stack of dingy apartments, an organised mess of graffiti, ( Read more... )

Sasuke sat on the edge of a rock, brooding, as Uchiha did best. It really wasn't a sulky brood, wasn't something depressed, melancholy, or anything as typical as that; this was a thoughtful sort of silence, something introspective and deciphering, as if an invisible scroll laid open across his lap and he was a budding scholar. His brow had the ( Read more... )

[ Tizra's just walking home at two in the morning with a dirty shovel. It seemed like a pretty good idea at the time, and the weather's sort of nice for it. It's been raining; the soil's nice and soft, but now the sky's clear and the stars are coming out.

Perfect. ]