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Post by Stacey on Apr 10, 2009 23:29:34 GMT -5
The sun cast orange and pink across the sky as it set, the sun itself being a bright scarlet. Stacey stood with her back leaning against a house, just a random house. Her eyes were a soft brown and her clothes were simple and loose. She appeared to be just a normal person that happened to be resting.
Only certain people would know that she had numerous weapons on her. While she had no intention of using them, she was too insecure not to have blades handy. She was an assassin after all. And an unwelcome one at that.
Stacey was extremely confused. Her unity with the Assassin Guild had left her feeling like a new student going to a school that spoke a different laguage. In addition, her encounter with Grim, the King of Thieves, had left her extrememly angry and feeling betrayed. Why, she didn`t really know, that was part of the confusing part.
She also felt controlled. The little work she had done with the assassins had given her more information than she cared to know. The eyes she felt on her everywhere she went, even now she could sense different sets of eyes on her. She didn`t look to see where the eyes came from. The trust she had with everyone in Celesta was balanced on the edge of a very sharp knife.
Most of all, she felt alone. She knew only a handfull of people and all of those people were at least twice her age. She almost wished she knew someone her own age, but she didn`t mind the company of adults. At the moment she would enjoy any company.
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Post by natalie on Apr 11, 2009 23:24:07 GMT -5
Natalie was on her way home, wearing a tight tank top and form fitting jeans that accented her curves wonderfully. She didn’t have any weapons hidden on her body at the time; she could handle herself quite well without them should the need arise. At the time, all the gear she had on her was in a cute little rucksack Natalie was carrying over her right shoulder. She was almost home when she glanced over at a young girl she had noticed leaning against a house.
Natalie slowed to a stop and looked directly at the girl for a moment before confirming to herself that she was who she thought she may have been. Natalie had heard of the girl; news had spread through the appropriate channels to keep an eye out, but Natalie wasn’t on duty, as it could be called.
The girl looked lonely, which was something Natalie could relate with, but had no idea how to solve. Natalie started again to walk; there was no reason why she should be the one who would have to console the little thing; she was likely the least equipped to do so anyways. Natalie slowed to a stop again and again, looked directly over at the girl before curling the left side of her lip up in a self-dejecting expression. What had she told herself? That she would persevere; that she would press on and keep a stiff upper lip about her vein weaknesses, that she would learn to casually socialize. This girl must be some cosmic challenge for Natalie.
Natalie turned and walked towards the young girl and forced a perfect smile. She had always known how to smile after all. “Why,” Natalie started awkwardly, “so glum?” she finished then grimaced lightly, managing to conceal most of her self-disappointment in her lack of fluency. Obviously, Natalie needed some work at this.
Looking over at the young girl, Natalie tried to follow suit and leaned against the wall of the house in exactly the same manner the girl was doing. In order to do so, Natalie had to lower her rucksack and let it hang with her arm at her side. Natalie didn’t know what else to say, so she hoped the girl would respond.
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Post by Stacey on Apr 12, 2009 19:33:51 GMT -5
Movement in her side vision was the only thing that made Stacey lok up. She saw a woman walking, and the way she held herself said that she was either an assassin or a thief. Only those such people would walk around with such confidence.
She saw the woman stop and looked back to the ground. It was natural for her to be able to lie and appear normal, so she didn`t worry about being suspected. She was being talked about, after all-- that she knew. And this woman may or may not attack her, even though it didn`t look like she would.
She watched her go and stop, go and stop, then go and stop again from under her thick eye lashes. She looked up as the woman stood beside her. Her eyes were purple as she looked the woman over. She definatly didn`t have any weapons on her bodice.
"What is there to be so happy about?" Sh replied softly.
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Post by natalie on Apr 14, 2009 0:58:49 GMT -5
Natalie groaned quietly through her closed lips, muffling the sound; she had been hoping for an easier task. Life was rather dull after all, and Natalie wasn’t good with childlike cheer to begin with. Natalie almost wished she had kept walking instead of stopping to talk to the young girl. That would have been a failure though, and Natalie simply could not allow herself to fail so easily. She hoped though, that this wasn’t one of those pathetic cases of self loathing that always made Natalie roll her eyes and wish the feeble person would give up on life entirely and finish the job. “It’s sunny out?” Natalie gave a weak first attempt at something to be happy about. She didn’t honestly know what the girl’s problem was, so the chore of cheering her up was going to be even harder than it otherwise could have been; Natalie felt she should have expected that; it couldn’t have just been easy.
“You’re in Celesta.” The awkward assassin tried again, this time grinning a little with a glimmer of hope that rose up inside her chest at the idea she had gotten. Natalie loved the City Celesta. “That’s pretty cool, I mean, I hear you’re not from around here and the city Celesta is pretty amazing.” Natalie finished with a faint smile and a slightly raised brow as if waiting for a sign of her success. Somehow she hoped it would have been adequate but somehow knew it wouldn’t be.
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Post by Stacey on Apr 22, 2009 19:24:09 GMT -5
Stacey smiled as the other groaned. She could feel something coming from the woman, but she didn`t know what. "Yes. I`m new around here, I guess you could say." New enough to make the King of Theives want to strangle her, or to rape her then torture her to death.
The second seemed more likely.
"And it is sunny." She stated, looking up to the bright, almost blinding sunlight that was kind of reflected on the pale stone of the roads.
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