As sprawling as the city was, it didn't take long to get to the edges of the city's limits, where nature reserves made it almost possible to forget the concrete and smoke of the city. Where, for just a while, one could forget the cold, harsh reality that people provided, and instead focus on the life that thrived just a few steps away. Red knew these areas as well as he knew the streets of Boston. The darker side of Northstone was mapped like the back of his hand, but these trails were carved in the back of his mind. Here, his thoughts were free to blaze trails, the soles of his shoes muddy with stories.
Bundled up in scarves and hands wrapped in holed gloves stuffed in pockets, Red had made his way to his favorite escape and found it almost devoid of human life. The cold bit, but Red didn't mind. The woods were always comforting, and, because of the cold, the winter forest was quiet and still, and peaceful. The frozen ground crunched underneath his feet, and patches of snow could be seen where the tree cover was sparse.
Red was his own boss, and he hardly worked a typical nine-to-five job. Instead, he had devoted the day to spend out there, though he was, of course, there on business. Some folks needed absolute privacy to purchase the goods that Red sold, and Red, of course, didn't mind. The time spent in the woods was an added bonus to the extra money he could charge for an out of the way drop-off.
His standard meeting spot was marked by a charcoaled log that had fallen during a lightning strike. A large boulder sat nearby, and red perched himself upon it before reaching into his coat and pulling out a small bundle wrapped in brown paper. It was the less treacherous of the two packages he carried. He unfolded the paper and lifted a cheese sandwich to his mouth and took a large bite out of it.
A few bites and an apple later, Red glanced at his watch, which indicated that it was twenty minutes past the time he was supposed to meet his customer. He'd wait for ten minutes more, but a filling sensation at the base of his torso told him that he had other business to take care of.
Red stood and walked to the nearest tree, stuffing the remains of his sandwich wrapper into his pocket. His pants were fastened with a column of buttons, which he undid, bracing himself for the cold that would soon greet him. Warm golden liquid fell onto the frozen ground, making a splattering sound as it bounced off of the leaves that it hit. They went from a frosted brown to a darkened red as they melted. The cold air and the hot urine were juxtaposed against Red's body. He shook the last few drops off before buttoning his pants again, and only a split second later did he notice a pair of eyes framed by dark hair.TAG @MORGAN CONNOLLY