Bridgett
The woman in the dark hair and orange tinted glasses stopped by an alley a few blocks down. Leaning up against the wall, she waited there a moment, pulling out a compact to check her face. Tilting the compact a bit to the side, she could see the view behind her. Adjusting her hair a bit, she closed the compact. The city streets were alive and engrossed in themselves behind her as she walked toward the end of the alley. Passing by a dumpster, she felt behind it for a bag she had left earlier. Folding up her trench coat neatly, she removed her glasses and placed them aside. She pulled out a yellow long sleeve turtle neck and some flats. Removing her boots, she put on her flats and pulled the turtle neck over the dress. Then she placed her old outfit into the bag.
Seeing that the coast was still clear, she reached for a fire escape, screeching as it came down. Briefly waiting that no one had been attracted to the noise, she climbed up the stairs and faded into the depths of the slums.
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Wrestling the Kraken
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