//.wandering..[Sasha]

[♥ raina.//sinclaro]

A cool wind blew around the city, the night grew darker as the streetlight started to illuminate the streets. Dank and damp, these alleyways were the most bitter part of the area, and not just only in appearance. Hookers roamed these paths, eagerly searching for clients to statify. Drug dealers were ready to find the next victim for their product, and to deprive their loyal customer even more. This wasn't this most pleasant place to be, and there were so many place worldwide that were nearly identical towards this scene. This wass upposedly the perfect setting for those who were 'troubled', they were the ones who turned to a life of scandal and sin. Or it was thought of that way. It was a common thought that only low- class, depraved people were low enough for this. But how that was wrong. Even the wealthy felt some urge to come here, to indulge in these supposedly evil deeds.


Raina wasn't usually someone you'd expect to see here froma first glance. Maybe she didn't seem so much like others in this area, but she knew what it was like. To associate with the people who could bring corruption to a family. And she knew they could be dressed to the nine's and seem so superior, yet they kept the secrets concerning matters like this. Raina remembered many of the wealthy men who were married yet they were the same ones who could be seen paying their way for sex in a back alley every other day. In her mind it seemed that riches were a facade, or a distraction for those who possessed them. Like it made them exempt from their wrongdoingd because of what they had. The only reason she thought about this and was so familiar with it because her own father was one of them.

It still disgusts her to this day to think of him. A mixture of sadness, fury, and pure hate rose up within her when she though of the relationship her family had with that man. He knew what he did was wrong, and would admit to it for the family. But the moment someone that wasn't int hat circle came by, he put on a mask of finesse, superiority, and class. Whenever she'd see this scene of her father kissing up to someone, a burning sensation rose within her throat. It was such a strong anger, that she'd feel the notion to cry. Those few moments she couldn't hold back, hot tears of anguish would roll down her cheek She could still remember that same feeling.

Her aquatic colored eys scanned the region, making sure not too people were surrounding her. Even if someone did approach quietly, she kew of tactics to defend herself. Persuading people to leave her be wasn't an option, it was the act of forcing them to leave that was the matter. A soft sigh left her lips as she leaned against a brick wall. Her slow and steady breaths streamed small clouds of air, quickly dissappearing into the atmosphere. Her held the medium length black jacket around her torso tighter, pacing three inches back and forth. She wasn't too sure what drove her to this back alley honestly. The memories it raised and theose feelings it gave here weren't very promising ones.

Her mind wandered around from various topics, leading her off into a daze of memories and thoughts. She wondered what would come next in life, what would be the next major obstacle. Each one that appeared for her was another chapter in her life. To count each section by the positive events was something she'd like to do, but wasn't quite possible. But she knew, she was much better off than others. Hell, she could be in anm identical situation as her mother.Forced into prostitution and miserable. She had heard things were better back hom in Brazil, but she couldn't gather the composure to visit.

During this subconcious amount of time, she was completely unaware of anything going on around her. Nothing too extreme, but it wasn't grabbing her attention. A sudden noise broke her away from this daze, bringing her to an alert state of mind. Her took a few small steps forward, an inquisitive look on her face. Raina wasn't to sure what it could be. Maybe it was just a animal salvaging though a garbage can, maybe it was someone trying to sneak up on her.
Is anyone there?

She inquired, her voice rang out loud and clear. A hint of her accent could possibly be detected, but not by much. For some reason, she wasn't too proud of her accent at tiems, and had found a way of manipulating her voice to conceal it a bit.

[Sasha Cole]

The smell of backstreets was even something Sasha missed, which was really a sad fact when he thought about it. It smelled like drugs, mostly tobacco and marijuana, and wasn’t Sasha supposed to be clean? Well, that he was to be truthful, except for his administered dose of Heroin once a month, just to control his withdrawal. Not to mention, he used to hate the smell of both drugs, but now it just brought back memories, both good and bad, but memories nonetheless. Even though his sense of smell was weak, too much time snorting cocaine back in the day, he could tell it was just like his old area, his old home, and how he missed it all.

Now, the moral standpoint, should he be here? The answer was obvious to anyone, no way. This could not be a good place for him to show up. He was on probation for crying out loud and this was tempting for him. Well, the drugs were at least. Though he did hate to admit it, if he had any choice at all he would still be using, but of course he didn’t. The second anyone found out he was back in jail and since legally he could have any amount of random blood tests a week if they saw fit, so he wasn’t going to risk taking anything, no matter how much he was longing for a simple fix. Continually he was reminding himself he was clean.

About being here, could you really blame him? Anyone with half a mind could tell you that he should stay out of cities period, for that would probably get him in some amount of trouble. He couldn’t help it; trouble just seemed to call him. The only thing that could be good about being here was he was away from the gang and, being the loyal member that he was, he wasn’t about to go and get back into that world anymore than he could be all the way from his home and friends. Then, once you knew of his past, which he was glad to say nobody here did as far as he knew; no one could blame him for being drawn to the back streets. He belonged here, he had always belonged here.

Slowly he paced down an alleyway, hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket. With his old instincts still strong in his head he knew exactly what was going on everywhere around him. It was just what he was good at some would say. When missing a single person around you could mean death it was only natural that people like Sasha would always know when someone was close. With that in mind it was no surprise that he knew of the fae pacing a stone’s throw in front of him, but he wasn’t going to worry about that until he had a need to.

He had just been going for a walk and by some weird twist of fate had ended up here. See, he was just drawn to places like this, but this alley was just random and he was thinking he should leave, well, he was thinking he should leave the area entirely. He was vulnerable right now, alone and armed in no way. He hated guns and it was in violation of his parole to carry a knife, but he still wasn’t too worried in that way. He could use his fists in any fight he might get in, and probably win, and if they pulled a gun well… how much was his life worth anyway?

Suddenly his foot stepped upon a hypodermic needle, shattering it under his shoe. He cursed in French, under his breath, as he heard the noise, possibly giving away his position. His head shook as a sigh laced through his lips before he just continued forward again, still cursing his lack of attention to the ground under him. He wasn’t as aware as he used to be, that much was obvious at least to him, though maybe not to others around him.

Suddenly a voice hit his ears. Slate eyes moved upwards to see the figure of the female in front of him and he sighed deeply, filling his well developed lungs with the cleansing air. He didn’t need this today; he didn’t need some prostitute pushing up against him trying to use him as a client. Why would he want that? He didn’t have that kind of money, not to mention only complete idiots would ever pay for sex and knowing the area, he just assumed it, nothing more or less. Once again he sighed. Well, may as well get this over with. Carefully he paced into the light so she could look upon his frame. With that he turned so he could lean his back against the wall behind him, one foot propped against the brick as well. His hands came from his pockets and the arms crossed against his chest. Head tilted downwards towards his torso, but he made sure his slate orbs stayed at her level. No need to take his eyes from her frame and put himself in any sort of vulnerable position.

“Did you want something?” he asked, his baritone firm, but not mean. It just showed he wasn’t going to be bossed around; maybe threatening would be a good word to use. Only a complete fool or someone overconfident in their abilities would go up against Sasha looking as he currently did, even with his marked arm being covered with the sleeve of his jacket. He gave her a questioning look as he awaited for what was to come, prepared for almost anything.

[♥ raina.//sinclaro]

The sounds continued to come closer, making her more alert of the situation. Then, the approaching male figure came into the dim light. Her eyes scanned over him, taking in his appearance. He didn't seem as if he had any sole purpose here, not for sex, drugs, or anything in between. But then again, her thought earlier had been centered around how appearances were oh-so deceiving. His intentions weren't too clear either, so she stood with a straight posture, not wanting to allow herself to be vulnerable at any standpoint. With the place they were in and the time of night, things probably were probably assumed about each other. Any other time she might have come up with the concept he was a drug dealer who frequently visits arounf this region. Matter of fact, he probably assume she was a prostitute or a drug addict. But she wouldn't go out of her way to prove him wrong. To do so just seemed stupid and quite suspicious.

Her eyes net around the same area as his, seeing some emotion at the least. Mainly an undaunted, devil -may care attitude. She could often be seen with a similar expression placed upon her face. Except hers was more mixed with sarcasm and cynicism that just pure attitude. A soft sigh left her lips, a cloud of air exiting into the cool, crisp air. She nodded her head from side to side as an answer.Nothing in particular She answered, her voice blank, yet loud enough to hear. She wouldn't know what to expect with this mysterious person. He didn't seem as if the type to give too much away, and neither was she. If there was some sort of conversation to carry on, it would most likely be quiet and consist of a few words between the two of them. That was what she expected at the most in a place like this. She'd never been one to intentionally wander around in alleys, but something sort of drove her here, something that definitely made her question her motives.

You come here for any sole purpose? She questioned, her eyebrows raising as she direction her eyes towards him. She wasn't expecting any kind of forward or truthful answer at all if he was here for a certain reason. Raina was just trying to learn more about the area, and would question people like him rather than the ones who caused the corruption. The drug dealers, hookers, those were people she never expected to come face to face with. Of course it was a possibility, and if she did happen to run into one, Raina guaranteed herself that they wouldn't admit it. Sure there were those who would gladly admit about their occupation despite the consequences of who that person might be.

A buzing noise suddenly began to sound, , making her search for the source of the noise. Her eyes then feel upon a dilapidated street light, the bulb flickering on and off. Several moths were attracted to the flourescent light streaming,even though it wouldburnout for a short period of time. Redirecting her attention to the male who stood a a yard or so away from her. An inquirign expression crossed ehr face, as she intently observed his body language and the way he carried himself. She had no idea why she did this, maybe it was due to pure boredom. She shoook that look, then looking over her should to see the rapid moving shadow of what seemed to be a prostitute. Then hearing soem more dialogure, Raina guessed she was attempting to steal money from a client without trading the necessary product.

This somewhat amused her in some way, though when she continued to contemplate it some more, it was that comical of a situation. This woman was stupidly putting her life on the line. But in the first place, if she was a prostitue she value it too much in the first place. That certain client could obviously overpower the frame of the female, and it wouldn't take that big of a strike onto her body. This was of calculating situation and other factors intrigued Raina for some unkown reason. Someone's life beign endangered was something that also struck her interest. Maybe since she'd been in that situation before.

[OOC: Sorry it sucks, I didn't have much of a muse. ]

[Sasha Cole]

Prepared for a lot, he was taken aback by such a simple and calm answer coming from her lips. This wasn’t shown, he just stood there, keeping his gaze torn between the concrete underneath him and her face, not trusting her at all and hoping her expression would give something up. Trusting anyone in this area would be a mistake unless you had known them for years or had some other reason, he had leaned that the hard way more than a few times. Most people in such areas were only out to hurt you, nothing more or less and Sasha would never be convinced of anything else at all.

Finally he did something that showed he had heard her words. His head turned to the side a bit, so he looked to her more out of the corner of his eyes. It showed that he wasn’t going to let his guard down because of such an answer, but she should know that. He wasn’t going to believe someone he hardly knew, especially when he could so easily be arrested again if something went wrong in the area. His PO would automatically assume that he had something to do with the problem and take him on violation of his parole just for being here. Hey, that’s what lying was for. He was supposedly trusted and he could most likely convince everyone he had never showed his face around these parts, but he still didn’t know why he was risking it.

She spoke again and his mind snapped back into complete reality. Eyes once again narrowed into a glare, though not one that said he wanted something, just one saying she should really mind her own business. You didn’t ask the question, that was common sense with most people. If they spoke to you replying may be a good idea, but you never asked about someone’s purpose. That just gave them an excuse to ask about yours, but since she had he thought he may as well answer, it wasn’t like he had anything to hide.

“Not that it’s any of your business, doll,” he said, keeping his eyes narrowed into a firm glare, “but no,” he pushed back from the wall, kicking away with the foot that had been resting up against it. His arms fell to his side as he started slowly pacing to the other side of the alley, keeping a firm eye upon her form. “And it’s probably about time I head out as well,” he said, only halfway to her. That was true, he had to be home by ten and it had to be nine, at the earliest. He was in a city mind you, and he could get home quickly, but he couldn’t be late. His PO would kill him if he wasn’t home on time, or arrest him for parole violation if he was in a bad mood.

Suddenly he heard arguing and let only half of his vision move over towards it, the other half stayed on the fae in front of him firmly. He heard the words, but ignored them. Not his fight and the only way he would but in was if it turned physical, and maybe not even then. The last thing you should be able to call the guy in good conscious was sexist. He thought of woman to be on exactly on an equal playing field as men, meaning a fight between one and the other was completely fair. Guys may be stronger, no one could get away from that, but woman were more flexible and agile. In his mind, it all evened out in the end.

Then, not to mention she was a prostitute. Sasha hated the simple thought of such a profession. There were better ways of getting money then selling your body. This included dancers at strip clubs as well, and the guys who went there. It was just stupidly pathetic to need to get you fix by going to something like that and any woman who would do that to herself had no self-respect, which he of course held in highest regards. He was in no way opposed to the random fling; it was just ever paying for it, for any reason at all, was just idiotic.

“You?” he asked, his full gaze turning back towards her, slate orbs still narrowed. “What's your business in such a place?” he questioned. She jut didn’t look like the type who may show up around here for no reason, but he didn’t know why. Call it instincts, for that was what this all was. She may have no reason, but she just couldn’t be the type to come here because she felt like this was where she belonged, as was the case with him.