Post by Stacey on May 23, 2009 17:50:24 GMT -5
The night was warm, a lot warmer than it has been. It was summer now, so it was hot in the day. Mabey that`s a reason why assassins faored the night over the day. It was easier to hide, easier to startle people, and it was cooler.
Loud voices and booming laughter emerged from the pub as she passed it. They were busy tonight, and no one was spilling from the doors out to the street.
Stacey smiled. This was her kind of night. A long cut leaked blood over her cheek, but she hardly noticed it. It wasn`t like she hadn`t had worse, no matter what others thought. With her quick pace, she reached the doors of the assassin`s guild.
Her eyes were dark green as she stepped over the threshold. She immediatly felt eyes on her, and heard faint whispers. She glanced around quickly before weaving between the tables to a table in a corner. She pulled out a long dagger and set it on the table carefully. She thought the whispers became more insistent after that. She leaned back and crossed her arms.
The man was dead. His blood that stained the knife proved that. She looked down at it, waiting. She had been ehre often enough before to know that someone would come to her soon enough.
The blood on the knife was dark, fresh. It almost made her smile again as she though about it. She didn`t seem to remember the long cut. The blood that ran down her cheek was warm, and also fresh. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw people glancing at her then looking down quickly.
She heard a chair scrape against the floor, then footsteps. She kept her eyes down as a figure appraoched her, her expression and real mood was almost bored.
Loud voices and booming laughter emerged from the pub as she passed it. They were busy tonight, and no one was spilling from the doors out to the street.
Stacey smiled. This was her kind of night. A long cut leaked blood over her cheek, but she hardly noticed it. It wasn`t like she hadn`t had worse, no matter what others thought. With her quick pace, she reached the doors of the assassin`s guild.
Her eyes were dark green as she stepped over the threshold. She immediatly felt eyes on her, and heard faint whispers. She glanced around quickly before weaving between the tables to a table in a corner. She pulled out a long dagger and set it on the table carefully. She thought the whispers became more insistent after that. She leaned back and crossed her arms.
The man was dead. His blood that stained the knife proved that. She looked down at it, waiting. She had been ehre often enough before to know that someone would come to her soon enough.
The blood on the knife was dark, fresh. It almost made her smile again as she though about it. She didn`t seem to remember the long cut. The blood that ran down her cheek was warm, and also fresh. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw people glancing at her then looking down quickly.
She heard a chair scrape against the floor, then footsteps. She kept her eyes down as a figure appraoched her, her expression and real mood was almost bored.
