It was a tenebrous night with delicate rain, glistening the pavement. Dim orange street lights only illuminated the street. In the under-shine of one was a figure clad in a blood-red cotton tracksuit and a navy-blue waterproof body warmer with his hands tucked firmly in the side pockets. The hooded figure had loitered for more than ten minutes now, occupying himself by pacing and twisting and turning, directionless. Twenty mor minutes ticked by and the rain now plashee and splashed violently. Small rivers of puddle gurgled into the drain. Scraping his heel the red-hooded figure irritably scrapped his heel against the moist pavement and proceeded down the street. Half way down the street the figure heard loud footsteps plashing nearer, so his head twisted. In the tenebrosity a grey-hooded jogging figure with blue jeans slowed to a stride with his hands tucked in his front pocket. "Sorry I'm late" he breathed. "Had some business to take care off" the fierce rain continued to plash against the ground, there was no reply. "So..." he prolonged "where is everybody?"
"I don't know" replied the red-hooded figure, sniffing hhis nose "probably the shops" he wiped his nose with the side of his finger.
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