Dark Times (open)

By the looks of the moon, Simion guessed it was about ten after midnight. Simion was rather bored, seeing as it was a week day and there wasn't much to do at night. The library was doing some sort of late night sleepover, one that they did every year, so he wasn't able to go there tonight. Simion also didn't have any money if he wanted to go see a movie or anything like that, he saved his money to buy blood from the butcher. He leaned against a wall of a buildings on one of the main street wondering what he'd be able to do tonight.

Echo skipped down the darkened street; whistled a small tune with her hands in her pocket. She was wearing an oversized, navy blue down jacket, which fell down past her knees, and which arms were much longer than the girl's who was wearing it. Everything seemed like a silhouette, casting black shadows upon a dimly street lamp lit road. She didn't really care for what time it is; it's not like she needed much sleep nowadays anyway. She turned onto the main road, which seemed mostly uninhabited save for the occasional car that flew past every once in a while. It was only now that she realized that there was a faint teal glow escaping from her (purposely) oversized jacket, the 'purpose' being to hide the glow in the first place. She let out an exasperated huff. At least there wasn't really anyone to notice her in the first place.

Simion was just leaning there counting the drops as they fell from a pipe. That was until he noticed a faint glow coming from further down the street. Simion saw what seemed like a little girl in an oversized jacket with a faint glow coming from it. He didn't really care what was causing the glow but rather why she was out so late. Simion began to approach her, waiting until the cars crossed. A dim light came from a street light so he walked through it before stopping at the edge of the light and looked at the girl. "You're out pretty late." He stated.

Echo blinked and cocked her head when she saw a stranger approach her. In quite a dramatic way - appearing in a street light's glow as a shadow before being made out as a person. She stopped skipping, but didn't stop moving - bouncing on the balls of her feet to her heels. Shoving her hands in her pockets, the girl replied in a sing-songy voice, "Hmm? Oh yeah, I must not have realized the time. Speaking of, what time is it?" The question was aimed more at herself, despite her asking it aloud. And, despite the time, she seemed to be fully awake and eager to do anything.