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[color=gray]He appeared from the alleyway like a wraith cloaked in shadow, hair mused and face reddened with exertion.

He looked around the dark streets, not too surprised to find he'd missed the carriage he'd been so eager to arrive early to. [i]Serves me right for chasing scoundrels through the street.[/i] He thought bitterly, trying to smooth his hair with a reckless hand. [i]I'm lucky anyone is here at all. I'm lucky he didn't put a knife in my ribs and leave it at that.[/i]

He spotted the man first, quite taller than himself but not quite as gawky. He was dressed nicely enough but the mask he wore was of cheap material, not much dedication there. If Simon had to describe him, he might say that he reminded him of a hawk. Maybe it was the too-sharp eyes. Maybe it was how he held himself. There was just something inherently bird-like about him. He would have found him intimidating if he had not just chased a drunken madman through an alleyway for a scrap of incomprehensible information.

It was then that he saw the shadow- [i]no[/i]- he saw the [i]girl[/i] who looked like a shadow. He had readied himself to cry out in alarm but there was nothing to be alarmed about, the darkness was playing tricks on his eyes. He could feel his panic slowly starting to drain away as he stared at he from where he lingered outside the alley. She wasn't terribly imposing, not quite tall or quite short and clad in a pretty blue dress. She wore an intricate mask, probably why she'd looked so frightening in the gloom. 

He shook off his discomfort, approaching the pair with long, careful strides. "[b][color=7ea7d8]Uh- hello. Sorry to interrupt.[/color][/b]" His voice is somewhat breathless still, and the fact that he's fumbling through his pockets for a pack of cigarettes likely is of little help. "[b][color=7ea7d8]Much too dark for my tastes.[/color][/b]"


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