Keta
Elena and Sasha had engaged in some sort of banter over something or another, Keta wasn't paying much attention. She was staring blankly at her hands, hoping to get home alive.
"I'll be leaving now, good bye, and thank you again Elena." Keta mumbled. She then stood up and pushed her way to where she remembered the door being. She didn't know if Elena or Sasha heard her parting words but she didn't really mind.
Keta finally made it out of the club in one peice after much pushing through the crowded club. No one seemed to be able to think enough to bother her at this point. It was very late and most of the population of Strys was holed up somewhere, intoxicated, or engaging in some similarly reckless behavior.
The night is Strys was a pleasant time, if you could believe that. With all the magicians and stringers it would seem as if the streets would be a near deadly place at night, but by late they would all be in some club trying to sell or home brewing new potions for the next night.
Strys had become slightly run down, or at least in the places Keta ended up frequenting, and even more run down in the 'neighborhood' Keta's apartment stood. The city used to be a beautiful place, filled with love for the art and love for life. Now all the beauty and love resided in the Garden of Misplaced Desires. Keta would never dare set foot in there.
As Keta turned another street corner, she came slightly closer to her home. Only two more streets would she have to live down before she had to deal with surviving the night in her apartment.
Suddenly, a strong hand was on Keta's shoulder. "Hello there." a voice said.
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That can be anyone, though preferably someone who isn't entirely creepy. Keta has had enough creepy and dangerous for the night.
