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cyclicality2015-01-25 06:17 pm
motheroffaces) wrote in cyclicality2015-01-25 06:17 pm
Open!
A. It's too cold to be outside, or she would most certainly be out. It's snowing outside the library, the flakes drifting down beyond the pane, and the woman perched in the windowsill doesn't seem to be anywhere near dressed for the weather. Her robes are light, more ornamental than practical -- some relics of a bygone era. Dark hair is impossibly long, spilling down the sill and nearly to the floor, left loose and undecorated. In her lap is a pad, and she appears to be attempting to draw . . . though it's hard to say, watching her, that she even knows how to hold a pencil. She keeps shifting her fingers, trying to find something that looks comfortable, and the scrawl that she's producing doesn't look much like anything at all.
You'll either find her trying at this or casting down her pencil in disgust, staring out at the falling snow. For anyone spiritually-inclined, she's exuding an enormous amount of spiritual presence; for anyone else, she's merely a woman -- though one who looks very out of place.
B. Sounds like the triads are at it again. They seem to have cornered a tall, pale woman in the nearby alley. Her dark eyes spear them, her voice raised in demand. Whatever she says, however, is lost on the triad members, who smirk. One sparks fire into his hands, ready to move.
The woman answers with no bending. Perhaps she doesn't have any at all.
You'll either find her trying at this or casting down her pencil in disgust, staring out at the falling snow. For anyone spiritually-inclined, she's exuding an enormous amount of spiritual presence; for anyone else, she's merely a woman -- though one who looks very out of place.
B. Sounds like the triads are at it again. They seem to have cornered a tall, pale woman in the nearby alley. Her dark eyes spear them, her voice raised in demand. Whatever she says, however, is lost on the triad members, who smirk. One sparks fire into his hands, ready to move.
The woman answers with no bending. Perhaps she doesn't have any at all.
Sorry for the wait!
The group is primed, interested in a fight, probably bored. It was likely more from boredom than anything else that they cornered the woman, who they'd demanded a "sidewalk tax" from.
So it's with full-out grins that they turn on Jackie, teeth gleaming. "You going to pay instead?"
No worries!
"It looks like I left them in my other pants. Maybe I can pay you later?"
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Because they aren't laughing. And surely this guy, wandering in and demanding from them, can't be that inept.
Like them, the woman is watching him, faintly bemused, as though curious where he will take this all next -- as though he is more a curiosity than a savior.
"Look." Water flows from the flask of one, curling around his form. "You don't look worth much to begin with. I suggest you just get out of here. Before we change our minds."
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"N-no. Leave the lady alone....oh-oh....or else."
Spirits, why did he just say that?
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