08-05-2006, 03:25 PM
Corey Blake looked at his watch and sighed. She was late again. He was 23, and working for the Garshama Sun as a photographer. He had a lot of ambition; he dreamed of becoming a professional photographer one day. As well as working for the paper, he also took freelance commissions.
He was waiting for Miraka by the entrance to the tube. He wasn't worried for her; she could look after herself, as he could. Corey wasn't quite human; he was half naga and had much better reflexes and senses than a human. This helped him with his work, as well making him feel more secure about not falling victim to the mysterious killer that stalked the city.