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twiststheblade) wrote2006-06-10 01:08 am
twiststheblade) wrote2006-06-10 01:08 am
Angels: Act Two
from here
Yokohama.
Japan's biggest port city.
Hub of trade, export, and import.
Modern, classical, new and ancient. If a thing is new 'it was done first in Yokohama'.
It is late by the time the two bikes purr through the suburbs, heading for the heart of the financial district. Late, and the rain has stopped. The surfaces are slick with water, lights reflecting off anything and everything, a shifting kaleidoscope.
The buildings are an odd mix. Darkened office buildings, except for the odd window where a worker is up late into the night. Bars, restaurants, the odd shop, spill light and sound and smell out into the streets.
Eventually, Miho waves an arm, slows, and pulls over to the side of the road. She hops off, braces the bike, and smoothly uses her entire body-weight to lift it onto the stand. She pushes her visor up, and smiles.
"Well, this is it."
There are two buildings that stand out. One is rounded, almost like a tower, stabbing up into the night. Next to it, seperated by only a narrow alleyway, is a mirrored tower-block, curved frontage, glass elevators running up the outside of the building. It has an enourmous lobby, brightly lit, edged by small shops, and a few restaurants.
"That's the one we want," she says, pointing to the rounded building. "And this is the one I thought we could go across from."
She grins.
"Anyone for sushi?"
Yokohama.
Japan's biggest port city.
Hub of trade, export, and import.
Modern, classical, new and ancient. If a thing is new 'it was done first in Yokohama'.
It is late by the time the two bikes purr through the suburbs, heading for the heart of the financial district. Late, and the rain has stopped. The surfaces are slick with water, lights reflecting off anything and everything, a shifting kaleidoscope.
The buildings are an odd mix. Darkened office buildings, except for the odd window where a worker is up late into the night. Bars, restaurants, the odd shop, spill light and sound and smell out into the streets.
Eventually, Miho waves an arm, slows, and pulls over to the side of the road. She hops off, braces the bike, and smoothly uses her entire body-weight to lift it onto the stand. She pushes her visor up, and smiles.
"Well, this is it."
There are two buildings that stand out. One is rounded, almost like a tower, stabbing up into the night. Next to it, seperated by only a narrow alleyway, is a mirrored tower-block, curved frontage, glass elevators running up the outside of the building. It has an enourmous lobby, brightly lit, edged by small shops, and a few restaurants.
"That's the one we want," she says, pointing to the rounded building. "And this is the one I thought we could go across from."
She grins.
"Anyone for sushi?"
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She makes a face back at Alanna—albeit a cuter one.
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Then at Alanna.
Then at Goldy again, grins and sidles sideways until she is standing next to Alanna, innocent smile on her face. Goldy echoes her, so there is sidling in stereo, and Alanna is soon flanked by two artless expressions.
Flutters her eyelashes. Steals Alanna's balaclava with one hand, taking off her own with the other.
Then they both lean towards her and ...
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"There!" Goldy says smugly as they both pull back. She's grinning gently, and quite innocently. "Now quit your grousing and let's get these swords."
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"Right. Swords. Don't do that again, or I'll sic the Antichrist on you."
The words would carry a lot more weight if she wasn't grinning.
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"C'mon," lightly, leading the way down the corridor.
"This way."
As they disappear around the corner, Miho can be heard wondering if Adam would be more likely to object that they had kissed her, or that he hadn't been around to appreciate it for himself. . .
(Scene Four)