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[ 3] Leon: Return I
Thu May 8 02:00:42 2008
To: Irae
The light drizzle that would not had hindered his path became a brooding
rain as a man of dark curling hair and average height drew up to the gates
of the red-roofed city ahead. His stained boots and equally worn cloak
indicated he'd had walked for long even without aid of a steed. The guards
at the gates did not seem to recognize him and he drifted past, the rain
drops breaking apart on the pale tan of his features.

Purposeful strides lead him up the long avenue; the night lights misted
against the burgeoning rain did not seem so strange somehow as he gained
distance along the road. People unknown walked past him, hurrying in the
rain; and as the gleam of the theatre's brilliance wallowed upon his frame,
Leon paused once more; tilting his head towards the establishment. Would
that be a person who may recognize him in this new state - perhaps they
might dwell inside. Yet as of now, he scented nothing and a uncomfortable
peace had settled like invisible dust on the Theatre.

It was none of his concern though. He continued to move, his motions
making small barely noticeable disturbances on the puddle-ridden street.
There was no need to hurry; none of them would in their right frame of mind
come after him after he chosen to depart.

The light drizzle that would not had hindered his path became a brooding
rain as a man of dark curling hair and average height drew up to the gates
of the red-roofed city ahead. His stained boots and equally worn cloak
indicated he'd had walked for long even without aid of a steed. The guards
at the gates did not seem to recognize him and he drifted past, the rain
drops breaking apart on the pale tan of his features.

Purposeful strides lead him up the long avenue; the night lights misted
against the burgeoning rain did not seem so strange somehow as he gained
distance along the road. People unknown walked past him, hurrying in the
rain; and as the gleam of the theatre's brilliance wallowed upon his frame,
Leon paused once more; tilting his head towards the establishment. Would
that be a person who may recognize him in this new state - perhaps they
might dwell inside. Yet as of now, he scented nothing and a uncomfortable
peace had settled like invisible dust on the Theatre.

It was none of his concern though. He continued to move, his motions
making small barely noticeable disturbances on the puddle-ridden street.
There was no need to hurry; none of them would in their right frame of mind
come after him after he chosen to depart.

He turned after the fountain; his destination becoming clearer now as he cut
across the intermingled shadows of the cathedral's steeples looming up the
small lane where the apothecary stood, its sign swaying gently. The man
smiled a little and without much effort, he slid a rusty key into the keyhole;
opening the door quietly.

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