Post by Kella on Jul 10, 2009 15:58:44 GMT -5
Sixty-nine, Seventy, what a peculiar woman, seventy-two, I do wonder how she got herself employed, seventy-six, seventy-seven.
As Sheera stood, she mused. Really, she could have managed splendidly without the precise directions, but she would humor the woman. Sheera, no stranger to insanity, began to question the woman's state of mind. Even so, it wasn't particularly relevant. For Sheera saw Ty as only a tool, just as Ty certainly saw Sheera. It really was a win-win situation. Sheera was quite fond of those.
Sheera's cloak swirled about her ankles as she walked, a smoky escort. However, few eyes turned upon her. She was like a shadow, movements perfectly silent. A few looked up, for the living-dead Nagai were a somewhat peculiar sight to see. Sheera watched from behind her uneven curtain of hair, sharp grey eyes cutting right through to whatever she turned her eyes upon.
Despite her silent step, Sheera bore herself erect and proud. Being raised noble tends to have a certain... effect on your bearing. But Sheera had left that world behind, gone off to strike a fortune. It had been both her best decision and her worst mistake. Such was the nature of life.
The hot air of the Cantina rushed from her lungs as Sheera stepped out onto the streets of Corellia. Her eyes locked upon Ty's form, which was indeed facing away. Sheera made a show of adjusting her cloak before she stepped forward, still silent as a shadow. The only way Ty would know of her presence was by sight.
The street was semi-crowded, and Sheera focused on a far-off spot, looking distracted. She walked forward as if she were simply crossing the street, but her path brought her a little too close to Ty. They brushed shoulders, and for a moment, Sheera's cloak swirled across her hand. Looking ahead as if nothing had happened, She continued walking.
However, there was good reason for Sheera's ever-so-slight smile. Her fingers were curled carefully about a smooth letter, the paper soft beneath her touch. Such simple package for the poison which was certainly contained within.
Secretly, Sheera had not known if she'd be able to perform the pick-up as subtly as she had. Collision held a higher rate of success, but it was more... noticeable. Though Sheera had belonged to a Noble family, it was not the only life she'd led. There had been many outlets for her teenage... rebellion. Some still more permanent than others. Sheera absentmindedly ran a hand across her scar...
~
Three hours separated Sheera and the next public transport to Coruscant. The ticket-salesman had hardly paid her a thought, and Sheera liked it that way. She would use those three hours well, and Sheera drifted back to her residence, gathering what would be needed. A stone to sharpen her knives, several changes of cloths, a few gadgets, and a single photograph. It was all she owned, and all she needed. Whether she was coming back or not, her land-lord would surely replace her quickly. Sheera did not mind. She was a phantom, she came and left as she pleased, only a hazy ghost in memory. And soon she would be on Coruscant, and all of Corellia would forget her. Again.
ooc// Where would you like me to take this next? I can have Sheera go to the temple, and attempt to make a delivery. What sort of obstacles will be in her way, or do you just want me to write all the way through to the delivery of the letter? I can work with whatever, so just let me know. //
As Sheera stood, she mused. Really, she could have managed splendidly without the precise directions, but she would humor the woman. Sheera, no stranger to insanity, began to question the woman's state of mind. Even so, it wasn't particularly relevant. For Sheera saw Ty as only a tool, just as Ty certainly saw Sheera. It really was a win-win situation. Sheera was quite fond of those.
Sheera's cloak swirled about her ankles as she walked, a smoky escort. However, few eyes turned upon her. She was like a shadow, movements perfectly silent. A few looked up, for the living-dead Nagai were a somewhat peculiar sight to see. Sheera watched from behind her uneven curtain of hair, sharp grey eyes cutting right through to whatever she turned her eyes upon.
Despite her silent step, Sheera bore herself erect and proud. Being raised noble tends to have a certain... effect on your bearing. But Sheera had left that world behind, gone off to strike a fortune. It had been both her best decision and her worst mistake. Such was the nature of life.
The hot air of the Cantina rushed from her lungs as Sheera stepped out onto the streets of Corellia. Her eyes locked upon Ty's form, which was indeed facing away. Sheera made a show of adjusting her cloak before she stepped forward, still silent as a shadow. The only way Ty would know of her presence was by sight.
The street was semi-crowded, and Sheera focused on a far-off spot, looking distracted. She walked forward as if she were simply crossing the street, but her path brought her a little too close to Ty. They brushed shoulders, and for a moment, Sheera's cloak swirled across her hand. Looking ahead as if nothing had happened, She continued walking.
However, there was good reason for Sheera's ever-so-slight smile. Her fingers were curled carefully about a smooth letter, the paper soft beneath her touch. Such simple package for the poison which was certainly contained within.
Secretly, Sheera had not known if she'd be able to perform the pick-up as subtly as she had. Collision held a higher rate of success, but it was more... noticeable. Though Sheera had belonged to a Noble family, it was not the only life she'd led. There had been many outlets for her teenage... rebellion. Some still more permanent than others. Sheera absentmindedly ran a hand across her scar...
~
Three hours separated Sheera and the next public transport to Coruscant. The ticket-salesman had hardly paid her a thought, and Sheera liked it that way. She would use those three hours well, and Sheera drifted back to her residence, gathering what would be needed. A stone to sharpen her knives, several changes of cloths, a few gadgets, and a single photograph. It was all she owned, and all she needed. Whether she was coming back or not, her land-lord would surely replace her quickly. Sheera did not mind. She was a phantom, she came and left as she pleased, only a hazy ghost in memory. And soon she would be on Coruscant, and all of Corellia would forget her. Again.
ooc// Where would you like me to take this next? I can have Sheera go to the temple, and attempt to make a delivery. What sort of obstacles will be in her way, or do you just want me to write all the way through to the delivery of the letter? I can work with whatever, so just let me know. //