Post by Cleo Holloway on Apr 24, 2020 23:17:16 GMT
The click of the woman's heels was only a whisper against the roar of the sleepless city's streets. Engines grumbled by in a familiar rhythm, shoes falling to the pavement in a sentimental beat. A blushing sunset gave way to a dark evening sky overhead, the night's stars lost to the city's artificial glow. Like every other night, the plate was buzzing with activity, glowing neon signs acting as flypaper to patrons young and old as they searched out some relief for their day to day struggles. Cleo wasn't too proud to exclude herself from the number, well aware of the fatigue teasing its tension into the rest of her shoulders. The sunny yellow gloss of her nails caught against the azure of the city lights as she reached to adjust lay of her fur scarf over the cheery turquoise of her breezy tank top. Her eyes were forward, each step meeting the ground with purpose as she eased along with the flow of the crowd, a singular goal in mind.
Her gaze lift slightly as a cluster of heads down the way caught her eye, the drift of the crowd seeming to pool together as a congregation of strange faces turned their focus toward the luminescent glow of a television screen displayed in a shop window. Cleo lift her chin a bit, having some struggle in peeking over the mass of bodies between herself and her newfound point of interest. Painted lips pursed in a brief show of curiosity, the woman was patient enough not to push her way through, simply following along until she could snake her way into the crowd. The summer gold of her eyes were toward the large screen tv ahead, and immediately, she recognized the cool gaze of the formidable man on its display.
"Excuse me," she murmured softly, a hand pressing itself gingerly to the shoulder of a figure nearby as she worked herself nearer to the front of the cluster. Like the rest of the crowd she was mesmerized, fascinated with the unexpected appearance of their 'loving' overlord - the ever dear President Shin-Ra.
The whispers of the crowd were near silent in an effort to catch the bass of the man's voice, and as Cleo tuned her ears, her eyes searched the man's features for every sliver of dishonesty he failed to disguise. For the moment, everyone seemed to be on the edge of their seats for the curiosity, and in her own, she nearly lost sight of the world around her.
Her gaze lift slightly as a cluster of heads down the way caught her eye, the drift of the crowd seeming to pool together as a congregation of strange faces turned their focus toward the luminescent glow of a television screen displayed in a shop window. Cleo lift her chin a bit, having some struggle in peeking over the mass of bodies between herself and her newfound point of interest. Painted lips pursed in a brief show of curiosity, the woman was patient enough not to push her way through, simply following along until she could snake her way into the crowd. The summer gold of her eyes were toward the large screen tv ahead, and immediately, she recognized the cool gaze of the formidable man on its display.
"Excuse me," she murmured softly, a hand pressing itself gingerly to the shoulder of a figure nearby as she worked herself nearer to the front of the cluster. Like the rest of the crowd she was mesmerized, fascinated with the unexpected appearance of their 'loving' overlord - the ever dear President Shin-Ra.
The whispers of the crowd were near silent in an effort to catch the bass of the man's voice, and as Cleo tuned her ears, her eyes searched the man's features for every sliver of dishonesty he failed to disguise. For the moment, everyone seemed to be on the edge of their seats for the curiosity, and in her own, she nearly lost sight of the world around her.