Liz Sherman (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
walking_napalm) wrote2009-06-05 01:06 am
walking_napalm) wrote2009-06-05 01:06 am
B.P.R.D. headquarters
Liz doesn't smoke very often. She used to go through a whole lot of cigarettes (fireproof and with lungs that seem to be pretty inured to smoke -- why not?), but she fell out of the habit while at Bellamie, and never went back to her old dizzying heights of smoke and chemical inhalation afterward.
Once in a while, though, she'll find an old pack or feel the itch. Tonight, it was the latter, and the roof's as good a place as any to do some thinking. Her back resting against concrete and her knees drawn up, she has a lit cigarette balanced loosely between her pointer and middle fingers, her forearm resting on her knees. It's a nice night; the stars aren't all that visible (they never are, in Trenton), but Liz has a sweater and half a pack of cigarettes. She's comfortable.
Once in a while, though, she'll find an old pack or feel the itch. Tonight, it was the latter, and the roof's as good a place as any to do some thinking. Her back resting against concrete and her knees drawn up, she has a lit cigarette balanced loosely between her pointer and middle fingers, her forearm resting on her knees. It's a nice night; the stars aren't all that visible (they never are, in Trenton), but Liz has a sweater and half a pack of cigarettes. She's comfortable.