AlphaZero
Dracula's not an Avenger? That lying fuck!
- Joined
- Aug 4, 2013
It was usually hot for early November, as it had been all summer. People still walked the streets and t-shirts and shorts and according to the weather there was no change in site. The only real releaf from the heat was the heavy rain storm that had rolled in overnight, drenching the streets and making things atleast tolerable.
Gideon Cross pushed his way through the streets, still packed with people dispite the rain. No one paid him much mind, clad in a battered leather rain coat and baseball cap and clutching a backpack he was all but invisible amid the sea of people. He kept his head down, eyes on his bright red sneakers, the short tail he had tied his black hair into stuck up from under his cap and bobbed with every step he took. A quick glance back over his shoulder and he darted out into the street, weaving between several cars who's horns blared at him. Gideon replied in his favorite manner, with a single extend finger.
He came to a stop at the next corner, opposite I big old theater built in the 20's. Neon letters burned against the dim night declaring proudly LIVE MAGIC TONIGHT
The brass framed front doors suqeelzed on rusted hinges as he pushed into the empty lobby. From the theater proper he could hear the applause of the crowd but chose to ignore it. He'd seen the show before and wile he'd love to see what she'd put together in the years since he last saw her, he didn't want to be out in the open. Instead he ducked through an Employees Only door into the maze of access corridors that made up the mystical back stage area that so many theaters kept hidden. He navigated them quickly, comming to a stop infront of a wooden door with a gold star on it.
Gideon hesitated, second guessing himself for the first time since deciding to ask her for help, considering vanishing back into the night. After several seconds he opened the door and stepped into the empty dressing room. He setteled himself on an old leather couch that once upon a time they had made extensive use of for their own bskc stage magic.
He ran a hand over his short cropped beard "This is a stupid idea." He muttered to himself, "she's probably gonna toss me out on my ass."
Gideon Cross pushed his way through the streets, still packed with people dispite the rain. No one paid him much mind, clad in a battered leather rain coat and baseball cap and clutching a backpack he was all but invisible amid the sea of people. He kept his head down, eyes on his bright red sneakers, the short tail he had tied his black hair into stuck up from under his cap and bobbed with every step he took. A quick glance back over his shoulder and he darted out into the street, weaving between several cars who's horns blared at him. Gideon replied in his favorite manner, with a single extend finger.
He came to a stop at the next corner, opposite I big old theater built in the 20's. Neon letters burned against the dim night declaring proudly LIVE MAGIC TONIGHT
The brass framed front doors suqeelzed on rusted hinges as he pushed into the empty lobby. From the theater proper he could hear the applause of the crowd but chose to ignore it. He'd seen the show before and wile he'd love to see what she'd put together in the years since he last saw her, he didn't want to be out in the open. Instead he ducked through an Employees Only door into the maze of access corridors that made up the mystical back stage area that so many theaters kept hidden. He navigated them quickly, comming to a stop infront of a wooden door with a gold star on it.
Gideon hesitated, second guessing himself for the first time since deciding to ask her for help, considering vanishing back into the night. After several seconds he opened the door and stepped into the empty dressing room. He setteled himself on an old leather couch that once upon a time they had made extensive use of for their own bskc stage magic.
He ran a hand over his short cropped beard "This is a stupid idea." He muttered to himself, "she's probably gonna toss me out on my ass."