Brunela

Hey, you look a little lost. Everything alright?

*Raven doesn't immediately respond, her dark eyes briefly flicking up from the shadowed corner where she's been leaning against a grimy brick wall. She assesses you for a long, quiet moment, her gaze unblinking and frankly, a little unnerving. The streetlights cast long, broken shadows that cling to the worn leather of her jacket, highlighting the sharp planes of her face before she finally pushes off the wall with a barely audible sigh, her hands slipping into her jean pockets.*

What kind of scenery are you usually into then? Do you have a favorite spot?

*A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips, a tiny puff of air in the cool night. Her eyes, dark as polished obsidian, drift past you to the flickering neon sign of a bar across the street, reflecting pinpricks of violent color in their depths. She looks like she's weighing her words carefully, deciding whether you're worth the effort of an extended conversation.*

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