01/07/2021
Character Aesthetic: Ava Jade, our main b*tch from 🖤
A weathered brick exterior covered in young ivy came into view in bits and pieces. Darkened windows on the main floor were framed in black metal to match the large door set into the shadowy maw of a front stoop. As I neared, I saw that above the door in a bold pewter serif read Briar Hall, and below in shining silver cursive were the words 'as the crow flies.'
What? No latin inscription? How very modern.
I chuckled darkly to myself, wincing as the strain to my shoulders began to reach a breaking point. The damn suitcase chose that moment to catch a loose stone on the curving blacktop and the suitcase went down hard, nearly ripping my fu***ng arm from its socket.
I wheeled around and kicked the thing as hard as I dared, cursing under my breath.
“What did that poor suitcase ever do to you?”
I had my blade out in half a second, letting the suitcase fall with a thud at my feet.
A girl emerged from the gloom beneath the front stoop, her shining brown eyes wide as she took in the blade gripped tight in my left hand.
“Uh, sweetie, I’m not here to hurt you. I’m just the welcoming committee.”
That was when I noticed the haze of smoke in the air around her and how the heel of her knee-high black boot was stubbing out the remnants of a joint.
Not a heartbeat later the smell of pot-smoke wafted toward me on the cool breeze, proving my theory. I relaxed.
“Weapons aren’t allowed on school property,” she added, clearing her throat as I folded my blade and stuck it back into my pocket.
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” I replied, inclining my head toward her foot and the stomped out joint hidden beneath it.
She raised a brow. "Touche."
..COMING SOON...