Date: November sixth, 1879
Weather Conditions: A cool, crisp day though the blustery wind has a sharp bite. The leaves that still cling onto the tree branches are brown and lifeless, on the verge of falling off. Temperature conditions: about 54 degrees F, or 12 degrees C. Low humidity, a the sky is the color of faded denim, though it is steadily getting darker. Sunset had already passed so it was considered "twilight".
Time: Around 6:00 PM, or 18:00
-Caroline-
The petite woman brushed her warm brown hair out of her face, the thick ringlets instantly springing back to their original position despite her efforts. She huffed, and attempted to tie her hair back, which partially succeeded. Caroline decided to leave her hair alone and instead send a few last loaves of bread into the oven. At sunrise she would head back to the bakery and take them out, and hopefully they hadn't burned yet. Oversleeping could cost Caroline a few meals, so she always made sure she got up with the sun.
Caroline proceeded to clean up the mess in the bakery and walk out the door into the chilly air. Winter was well on its way. She locked the door and hurried down the cobblestone street, and a moment later she was at her small two-room cottage. She unlocked that door and slipped in gratefully, starting a fire in the main room and shutting all the windows. Caroline let out a heavy sigh when she realized she still needed to make something for dinner.
-Greta-
Greta Vasquez strolled at a leisurely pace through the quaint little streets that twisted through the village. What a tiny place, she thought to herself. I can't believe the hunters chose this village to conceal their headquarters in
Greta stopped for a moment, taking in the scene. All around her, various people of all shapes and sizes (but all with fair skin) closed their businesses and started to head home. Some gave Greta surprised looks, which she brushed off. Her darker shade of skin would obviously attract attention in London, and even more so in the sleepy town of Ispwich. As long as they didn't outright ogle at her, Greta was fine.
-Alex-
Alexander Moriaty gazed out the window as night set in. The carriage driver, another hunter, quickly urged the horses faster through the forest on the uneven terrain. The small dirt path was not really a road, and they were struggling to maintain their footing. However, the carriage driver knew what came out after the sun set. He was just as anxious as Alex, and just as rushed to arrive at Kingsley Manor. The trees on all sides surrounding them wasn't exactly lending to the visibility either.
Weather Conditions: A cool, crisp day though the blustery wind has a sharp bite. The leaves that still cling onto the tree branches are brown and lifeless, on the verge of falling off. Temperature conditions: about 54 degrees F, or 12 degrees C. Low humidity, a the sky is the color of faded denim, though it is steadily getting darker. Sunset had already passed so it was considered "twilight".
Time: Around 6:00 PM, or 18:00
-Caroline-
The petite woman brushed her warm brown hair out of her face, the thick ringlets instantly springing back to their original position despite her efforts. She huffed, and attempted to tie her hair back, which partially succeeded. Caroline decided to leave her hair alone and instead send a few last loaves of bread into the oven. At sunrise she would head back to the bakery and take them out, and hopefully they hadn't burned yet. Oversleeping could cost Caroline a few meals, so she always made sure she got up with the sun.
Caroline proceeded to clean up the mess in the bakery and walk out the door into the chilly air. Winter was well on its way. She locked the door and hurried down the cobblestone street, and a moment later she was at her small two-room cottage. She unlocked that door and slipped in gratefully, starting a fire in the main room and shutting all the windows. Caroline let out a heavy sigh when she realized she still needed to make something for dinner.
-Greta-
Greta Vasquez strolled at a leisurely pace through the quaint little streets that twisted through the village. What a tiny place, she thought to herself. I can't believe the hunters chose this village to conceal their headquarters in
Greta stopped for a moment, taking in the scene. All around her, various people of all shapes and sizes (but all with fair skin) closed their businesses and started to head home. Some gave Greta surprised looks, which she brushed off. Her darker shade of skin would obviously attract attention in London, and even more so in the sleepy town of Ispwich. As long as they didn't outright ogle at her, Greta was fine.
-Alex-
Alexander Moriaty gazed out the window as night set in. The carriage driver, another hunter, quickly urged the horses faster through the forest on the uneven terrain. The small dirt path was not really a road, and they were struggling to maintain their footing. However, the carriage driver knew what came out after the sun set. He was just as anxious as Alex, and just as rushed to arrive at Kingsley Manor. The trees on all sides surrounding them wasn't exactly lending to the visibility either.