Vaka had been just a normal girl until a bus ride in the downtown core of Toronto. She had been standing in the bus, waiting for her stop on just another Wednesday morning. Alike many times while riding the bus on a busy April day, people brush by one another, apologizing for long grazes or inappropriate ones. And so when a distincticvly male hand brushed hers she was not shocked by the touch. Alas, this would have been normal but after that simple touch that place on her hand felt more alive. Later on in her day as she sat at the Mac in one of her schools many labs she started to have visions of a mans face and she could smell the definitive musk of him as if they had been embracing. She was visited by visions of a Toronto from almost a century ago as she rode the trolly home, what ever had happened, it has all be caused by this man whose hand briefly touched hers that morning.
Anthony was your stereotypical tattoo artist's apprentice, covered in poorly delivered ink that trailed around well designed pieces, done by his mentors and others who had visited their shop. On another calming bus ride after a night being kept awake by the sounds of neighbors dogs barking and ideas being transferred to page, the bus ride felt as if her had found heaven. His hand accidentally brushed that of a girl who he saw was fidgeting and biting her lower lip, he towered over her but at the same time she was far from a short girl, one if time had allowed he would have imagined what kind of tattoos hid behind her hoodie. As he climbed the stairs to the open loft where the tattoo shop was, he was followed by the distinct smell of campfire, one so relaxing and alluring it stopped him dead in his tracks. As he tattooed and orange carefully, he could not stop thinking of how she thoughtfully bit her lower lip and how she disembarked the bus so gracefully, how her hair looked so soft. As he thought of her during the day, Anthony would smell the camp fire the more he thought of her, unsure of what to make of the whole situation, just wishing to have an answer of some kind.
One prophecy.Two different people. One shared past. Two worlds apart. A secret destiny for the two of them, but only if they can find each other before time runs out.
I am looking for some one to play Anthony's character. If your posts could be one well written paragraph, I would be a very happy girl, and the more you post the more I try to. No text talk unless your character is texting some one, and a functioning ability to use grammar and spell check are appreciated (unless you are using your phone to post). Pm me if interested please. And all things are negotiable.
This is an old plot of mine from another account (which I lost the password to).
There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.