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This park is between two factories and two skyscrapers. It is roughly 10 feet by 10 feet. It houses a few homeless people. The walls are grey, and there is no pretty scenery.

According to urban legend, the police once burned someone pretending to be a witch here as an example to others.

Roleplay!

Frost yawned and rubbed her eyes, surprised that the midday sun had only just woken her. The air was crisp, and a few leaves had fallen in Frost's hair while she slept.

Robertson walked into Witch's Park after having spent the last couple hours in a brothel. He saw a few homeless people and snorted.

Frost got up, and adjusted the symbol on her collar. Today it was the symbol for 'waiting for the next meeting'. Another member would go around and give signals to the rest to tell them when to meet. Frost was getting ready to go try and find something to eat when she saw a familiar face.

Robertson didn't like the fact these homeless people were here. Unlike the rest of the Council (or most thereof, he would not have them made an example of in public. "Howdy," he called to the sleepy girl.

Frost knew by his clothes and how he was looking at her that the man was a Council Member. "Hello, sir." She smiled, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible.

"It's a pretty day, isn't it?" he asked, looking directly at her. He winked and moved to the edge of the park. "Why are you not in school?"

"I...I don't have parents..." Frost said, doing her best to look like an innocent homeless girl.

"No excuse for truancy. School is mandatory for anyone between the ages of 8 and 16. Do you need an escort?" Robertson said, a smile on his face.

"I think I can manage." Frost said, slightly annoyed for this setback. "Do I need supplies?"

"You need to show up," Roberston said. "You should take advantage of what's given to you." He stepped closer.

"Yes, sir!" Frost said, trying to sound enthusiastic. She decided that going to school for the rest of the day could be interesting...and she could find out some useful info on what parents actually tell their kids about the Council.

Robertson nodded. "Go along, or I'll take you there myself." He made as if about to go along, but he was waiting to fully leave until he saw that frost was going to school.

Frost got up, gathered her few belongings, and headed to the school where students usually went during the day. It surprised her that nobody had ever stopped to tell her that she should be in school. Frost guessed it took a Council Member to complain about those things.

Robertson was satisfied and then left to head back to his chambers for a long sleep.

((We done here, so we can get back to Thana and Devon Nyx?))

((Yes))

((Kay. I post first?))

((Kk))

((I've posted))

Cally walked around the park. She had closed down the bakery for the day, as she hadn't been feeling well.

Kora had been grafittying a drawing of a witch on the side of the park when she heard footsteps. Her eyes widened, and she tried to hide the paint cans.

Cally looked the girl trying to hide her paint. She was dropping them everywhere. "That's not winking out to well, huh?"

Kora nodded nervously, eyes wide. She bounced from foot to foot, ready to bolt at the first sign Cally wasn't trustworthy.

((Winking? I meant working. Silly autocorrect.))

Cally glanced the paint cans. "Art isn't really my expertise. Unless frosting a cake counts."

((I figured, so I ignored the error. Also, would you like to help me set up my new roleplay group?))

Kora nodded nervously, biting her lip. She picked up a couple cans of paint and finished her work. Beside it, she sprayed, "Her ghost lives on."

((I'd love to, but I might not be able to do a bunch right now.))

"Looks pretty good," Cally said looking at it. "But I don't pay much attention to graffiti."

((Oh, okay.))

Kora nodded, still prepared to flee.

"But I don't suppose you pay much attention to cake," Cally said. "So we're even."

Kora shrugged. "Cake's alright."

Cally smiled. "Even."

Kora smiled nervously and picked up her pain can. She finished the painting.

"I'm Cally," She said. "By the way."

"Mason," Kora said, deciding to use her last name as opposed to her first.

"Nice to meet you," Cally said, turning to continue her walk.

"And you," Kora said. She began putting the bottles of spray paint back into her belt.

Cally looked at the graffiti. "You're pretty good."

Kora smiled genuinely and nodded.

Cally glanced over at Kora. "You don't talk much."

"I talk," Kora protested. "I'm a teacher."

"Wonderful," Cally said. "I'm a baker."

"I gathered," Kora said.

"I'm obvious," Cally said.

Kora nodded at the Resistance thread on her collar and raised an eyebrow. "No shit."

Cally blushed and hid the thread.

Kora continued raising her eyebrows nonetheless. "It's really rather impressive."

"Thank you," Cally muttered. "I do try."

"I'm not a spy," Kora reassured the other girl.

"Good," Cally said. "Because I can totally trust you're word on that."

"Spies don't run from the Police because of graffiti," Kora pointed out.