Annie stood on the street, slightly in the shadows, staring down at the scrap of paper Fion had given her the day before with instructions on where to be in order to get a 'ride' to the rally. If someone passed her now, they never would have figured her for a, apparantly, famous reporter. She had abandoned her usual fedora, boots and trenchcoat for something a bit less conspicuous: a free-flowing wrap skirt of deep blue that hung about to her knees and belted about the waste with a sash paired with a well fitted green long sleeved shirt. Her hair hung long against her face, partially held back with a scarf, and her sandaled feet almost looked dainty. It was a stark contrast to her usual clothing choices. Some would have called her downright attractive--maybe if they squinted and cocked their heads to the side.

She paced a bit, crossing her arms over her chest, and hoped to the gods whomever showed up as an 'escort' wouldn't ask her any questions requiring secret answers she didn't know.

Nannis was a tall woman. Very tall. A lot of her male colleagues were slightly intimidated by that, but it didn't bother her. She wore dark clothes tonight, black pants, black top, black hair wrap and black bandanna around her nose and mouth. Only her hazel eyes showed. She stalked through the street, seeing an attractive woman waiting in the street, pacing. Looking down at the paper in her hands, Nannis nodded to herself. Annie November.

Walking upto the woman, Nannis pulled out a thick blindfold.

"Miss November?"

Annie thought she heard someone say her name. She looked around but saw nobody before realizing she had another shadow. And this new shadow was casting a shadow. She froze, turned and looked up...and looked up...and looked up. A pair of hazel eyes seemed to be floating in the darkness. "Shadows with talking eyes that know my name? This is new."

Nannis raised an eyebrow. The pretty journalist's reply was unexpected. Usually they screamed, cried...sometimes they ran. Clearing her throat she waved the blindfold in front of her.

"I'm from the Party. Your escort. You have to wear this, for secrecy. Turn around please."

Annie eyed the blindfold swinging before her face, looking back up at the tall walkin big black cat. She turned around, quipping "Oh sure, no problem. I understand. You want I should close my eyes and walk backwards on one foot too, just in case?"

Scarlet had been away for a while and had only recently started about town again. Her family would be back soon anyway, in a few weeks at the most. She had not actually left Vienda, but more of needed a vacation. A few days ago she figured her attitude from being abandoned had gotten the best of her and ruined all her chances with Fion.

Suddenly she perked up with a smile after seeing Annie. However as she was about to run up to her, she heard Annie talking to someone and heard, 'I'm from the Party. Your escort. You have to wear this, for secrecy. Turn around please.' She figured Annie would join the resistance, but this had slowed down Scarlet's welcome back.

In a way, she was interested in what was going on, but knew the resistance, or 'Party' as it was now being called, would not want her hearing. Not wanting to be seen, Scarlet sat down and listened for if the person near Annie would leave or not. Annie's business was her business and she didn't care what the 'Party' was up to. Luckily it was dark out.

Nannis narrowed her eyes, fiddling with a green band on her wrist. What was it Fion always said, thats right. She counted. To ten. Taking a deep breath, she put a hand on Annie's shoulder.

"Don't." Was all she said. Quickly, she wrapped the woman's eyes in the thick black material and tied it a little too tightly at the back of her head. Taking her hand, Nannis led Annie away, looking around for spys. She couldn't shake the feeling she was being watched, but no one was visible. Scowling under her bandanna, she pulled the journalist along behind her.

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Scarlet remained only close enough to watch the girl taking Annie away. She figured this person knew she was there, so she would not be able to meet up with Annie.

Giving up on the idea, as she didn't want to be mistaken for spying on the resistance, she backed away. Besides, it wasn't like she didn't know where Annie lived.