It was around 10 pm on a Friday night. The sounds of the day were long since gone, replaced with the bustling secrets of the night. The city was coming alive with different kinds of activity, both safe and dangerous in their own different ways. Whatever was there poison, people mostly minded their own. Some drank until they could forget, some talked up the person next to them like it was there last night alive. But not everyone was there with a leisurely intention in mind, no, some people were there for business. And that's why Estelle found herself walking down a dark alley way at this time of night, rounding a corner as her eyes flickered across the street she had come out upon, quickly looking both ways before jogging across.
Outside of TerraSphere, her means of making money had increased. Hiding herself under the screenname 'Lune', she had begun posting her art from the banned VR game on the corners of the web. They never explicitly said they were from said game, they just had the art and a title matching to it, usually one that was a little artsy itself or made a small reference to the game for those who would understand to get. They were posted sporadically, under lots of various security measures as to not get herself caught, and were swiped up in usually maybe a couple days time. She would send them over under the pretense of just plain art, like any other package. So far, she hadn't been caught, the amount she made from the paintings were enough to keep herself afloat while she devoted her extra time to the VR game. Did she have much a life outside of it? No. Was she upset about that?... Not really.
So why was she out and about at night then was the question? Well, this request had been a little different from normally. She had posted the painting up for sale, which was a beautiful piece inspired by the river area she had come across during the expedition, The expedition... A bright light flashes through her mind, pinkish blue eyes looking back into her own as her lifeforce faded away. She squeezes her eyes shut for perhaps the millionth time since the event, tugging her hood farther over to her head as she narrowly avoids bumping into some people smoking who give her a glare in reply. Shooting her own death glare in reply, she continues forward, carefully fixing the packed painting under her arm for safety assurance. Anyways...
She had been asked to meet up. She had been hesitant at first, but the particular piece wouldn't be known to anyone except those who were with her, and even then it would be hard to pick it out. The focus of the piece being the outline of a figure reflected in the water with something dark hidden within, colours flitting about the outlines as they too were reflected in the surface. It was a little bit more of a trip than other more picturesque paintings she had made, but she loved it all the same. After some messages back and forth with the buyer, Estelle had agreed to the meet up. She wasn't entirely sure why she was saying yes and possibly throwing a wrench in her entire plan, but... Something told her it was going to be okay. And when had her intuition done her wrong before?
And so, here she was. It was a back end bar that was usually empty at this time, the odd person drinking and 2 others playing at the pool table in the corner, all dressed quite casually and probably just there to enjoy a quiet night out. She herself was dressed in a white cropped hoodie with a black tank top under it, lace decorating the top part that peaked out where her zipper lay not fully done up. On her bottoms were army green cargo pants, leaving a small gap on her mid drift, and on her feet some worn out black and white sneakers that she had been keeping up for way too long. Over all of this was a large black jacket that kept herself protect, acting as an extra cushioning for herself and for the painting under her arm.
Sliding into a booth at the back of the room, she placed her painting on the table and pushed her hood back slightly as her narrowed green eyes flickered around the vicinity. No one has approached her, not yet, and in this moment she found herself thankful to be born with the face she was given.
Tapping her fingers on the table as she rested her chin on her other hand, she waited to be approached by the one who asked her here in the first place.
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