- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- Online Availability
- 8:00 AM - 4:00 PM
- Writing Levels
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Political intrigue, fantasy, futuristic, sci fi lite, superheroes, historical fiction, alternate universes. Smittings of romance, but only as side plot.
Delilah Buress
Delilah followed silently, considering her options as they made their way down the stairs. When they arrived in the parking lot, she had every intention of bidding Fisher goodbye and getting as far from the mess as she could. Her mind itched with anxiety, with the dreadful notion of what had happened and all she wanted was to run. To flee. To hide and never come out of it. There was no part of her that didn't pang with painful guilt... and the last thing she wanted was to think about it.
But then Fisher held out the keys and glancing down to his leg, Delilah swore, pinching the bridge of her nose. She didn't even have a license... she'd never needed one, and the few times she had driven, she hadn't taken to it enough to bother. The beauty of a city was that driving just wasn't necessary... and she didn't need anything else tying her to one place.
Frowning, she reached out and snatched the keys, "Get in..." And moving around to the other side, she slipped behind the wheel. Her hands fell to the leather and gripped it, and breathing in deep, she stared up at the ruined corner of the hospital. Solomon... Always Solomon. Turning the engine over, she buckled in and glanced to Fisher.
"My apartment isn't far. You can get it patched up, but then you have to go..."