The Way He Moves [slow updates]

1.0- Upper West

[One Last Night - Vaults]

1.0- Upper West

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The metro tends to run busy on weekends.

All of the seats and handles were filled alike with lively old couples, grumpy teenagers and whiny children grasping hold of their tired parents.

The roll of the cars along the tracks is known for being incredibly bumpy and the little maintaned upkeep inside leaves the seats and metal handles lining the cars grimy and less than pleasurable for anyone knowing the luxury of owning a personal vehicle. For Dylan, however, the metro was his best bet if not walking.

He brushed a few strands of brunette hair out of his eyes as he checked the address on the rubbish cell phone screen again. It was situated just outside of the downtown district in an abandoned apartment complex that had never been renovated after a devastating fire.

Swaying to the movement of the rails, Dylan watched as the night sky enveloped their car like a patchwork quilt. The stars were barely visible above the tall high-rises and glowing skyscrapers. The roads below looked like dozens of strip lights and the fog easily mixed with the pollution to produce a murky effect within the thriving city.

"Upper West, Downtown District please approach the car doors. Please wait until the car has come to a complete stop before disembarking. Enjoy your evening and we hope to see you again."

Dylan stepped onto the platform and pulled his hood further over his face before following the mob of city dwellers toward the end of the stairs down.

He paced quickly down the old stone streets passing expensive cars and townhouses before turning into an alley towards the neighborhood more popular with students of the local community college. It seemed like a complete switch with the aplenty of battered old Hondas and Ford trucks among trashed yards with yellowed grass, much of the paneled exterior from the old apartments faded with the lack of maintenance.

At the end of the street a house stood much older than the others looking less that welcoming. A small crowd of teens stood just outside the porch seeming to be speaking with hushed tones, hands fidgeting in their coat pockets. A drug exchange no doubt.

Dylan nodded towards their glaring orbs before hurrying to the front door. A young woman sat at a bench nearby and she watched him intently while letting out a huff of smoke from her cigarette. Her eyes were a vivid purple and seemed to own a unique fiery spark as they studied the boy standing at the door.

"You here for the party kid?"

Dylan nodded and turned to face her.

"My friend already got here and I'm just checking in on him."

She nodded with intelligence briefly flashing through her eyes. Her hair looked black as the night and it seemed to flow like a waterfall when she stood up. Her cigarette glowed as she took a final hit before snubbing it out between her fingers. Dylan repressed himself from letting out a shudder.

"Here, lemme walk you- I'm heading over anyway."

"It's not in the building?"

The girl laughed loudly and snorted before taking her leave down the porch steps.

"In there honey? Even poor kids have got some pride y'know."

Dylan hummed but still didn't catch on to what she was saying.