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genessia2014-01-01 11:13 am
solar_flare) wrote in genessia2014-01-01 11:13 am
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Sunset
WHO: M. Bison, Yang Xiao Long
WHAT: Bison finally gets what he's always wanted for Christmas: a new doll! --Wait what?
WHEN: January 1, 2014 - Shortly after midnight
WHERE: Genessia City Streets
Yang's high-heeled sandals clicked as she walked, echoing in the snowy streets. All around her, she could see the snow starting to melt, Christmas decorations fading as the new year took on a fresh mantle. Apparently the city had decided it no longer needed to skew the weather to its will. A puddle scattered as she strode right through it, not caring if the hem of her dress's train got spattered with dirty water. Fireworks lit up the sky, casting shadows of pink, blue, and green over her determined face.
The radio was still clasped tightly in her hand, bearing the message that had pulled her away from the night's festivities:
Got info on M. Meet on Thistle and 13th. Let's make a deal.
Was it a trap? Most likely. It didn't matter to Yang; she'd get the information she wanted, either sweetly surrendered with honeyed words, or coughed up with a vinegar smackdown. At her sides, her fists tightened, but she didn't power up her Ember Celica gauntlets just yet.
Gold curls swung at her waist as she turned the street corner and peeked down the alley as she moved past. Nothing there... But up ahead, at the designated meeting place, someone was definitely waiting for her in the onset of evening fog and purple firework smoke.
"Got something for me?" she smiled, cocking her head as she stopped a few feet away from the shadowy figure.
WHAT: Bison finally gets what he's always wanted for Christmas: a new doll! --Wait what?
WHEN: January 1, 2014 - Shortly after midnight
WHERE: Genessia City Streets
Yang's high-heeled sandals clicked as she walked, echoing in the snowy streets. All around her, she could see the snow starting to melt, Christmas decorations fading as the new year took on a fresh mantle. Apparently the city had decided it no longer needed to skew the weather to its will. A puddle scattered as she strode right through it, not caring if the hem of her dress's train got spattered with dirty water. Fireworks lit up the sky, casting shadows of pink, blue, and green over her determined face.
The radio was still clasped tightly in her hand, bearing the message that had pulled her away from the night's festivities:
Got info on M. Meet on Thistle and 13th. Let's make a deal.
Was it a trap? Most likely. It didn't matter to Yang; she'd get the information she wanted, either sweetly surrendered with honeyed words, or coughed up with a vinegar smackdown. At her sides, her fists tightened, but she didn't power up her Ember Celica gauntlets just yet.
Gold curls swung at her waist as she turned the street corner and peeked down the alley as she moved past. Nothing there... But up ahead, at the designated meeting place, someone was definitely waiting for her in the onset of evening fog and purple firework smoke.
"Got something for me?" she smiled, cocking her head as she stopped a few feet away from the shadowy figure.