She gripped the scrap of paper tight, chewing at her own bottom lip, her amber eye flicked around the somewhat run-down street. She found the apartmenr complex she was looking for and she swallowed hard, dripping the end of her jaw-length bangs that swept down one side of her face, obscuring the right side of her face from view, and she tugged at it softly, not enough to cause any sort of pain, just to keep her grounded in reality. She looked down at herself, straightened the leather jacket which was far, far too hot for the weather, but which was by no means the reason for her sweating. She wiped a hand across her forehead, her bangs being pushed from her face momentarily, showing the bright, icy blue, blinded eye. She let her fingers trail over her markings, the grey tearstain which marked her past, the feyline markins that were ever present, all across her body, marking her true lucain form.
She took a deep, calming breath, thumbing the strap of her satchel, feeling it's soft weight loop around her torso, the bag itself giving a comforting weight against her left hip. She pulled the jacket further around herself and stepped into the complex, shouldering open the door. She was pleasantly surprised to find that it was a fairly clean space, no graffiti to be seen, though there was a general dirt build-up. She looked again at the scrap of paper in her palm. "Third floor, room sixty-six." Akkia murmured to herself, beginning to climb the stairs. She found the room, and she glanced at the scrap of paper again. Yep, there was no mistaking it. 'Ernestine Solomon - Private Investigator and Exorcist'. She read over the sign a few more times before sighting softly. What, exactly was she getting herself in to? She shook those thoughts for her head, this was for her daughter. She knocked forcefully on the door, leaning back slightly and biting her bottom lip, crossing her arms and tappig out an impatient and fearful beat on her leathered arm.
She took a deep, calming breath, thumbing the strap of her satchel, feeling it's soft weight loop around her torso, the bag itself giving a comforting weight against her left hip. She pulled the jacket further around herself and stepped into the complex, shouldering open the door. She was pleasantly surprised to find that it was a fairly clean space, no graffiti to be seen, though there was a general dirt build-up. She looked again at the scrap of paper in her palm. "Third floor, room sixty-six." Akkia murmured to herself, beginning to climb the stairs. She found the room, and she glanced at the scrap of paper again. Yep, there was no mistaking it. 'Ernestine Solomon - Private Investigator and Exorcist'. She read over the sign a few more times before sighting softly. What, exactly was she getting herself in to? She shook those thoughts for her head, this was for her daughter. She knocked forcefully on the door, leaning back slightly and biting her bottom lip, crossing her arms and tappig out an impatient and fearful beat on her leathered arm.