Seeking another's vengeance (open)

[carmen]

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"Those who plot the destruction of others often perish in the attempt" - Thomas Moore
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What a shame that somebodies life must end on such a gloomy day. Carmen didn't spend much of her time contemplating her own death, it was something she knew was many many years away. But if she had ever thought about it, she had always hoped in the least it would be a beautiful summers day. he trees would be green, the air would be light and breezy. She couldn't think of a worse setting than here.

Odantton was a place she knew only from passing, she had never took the time to inspect the place closer. It seemed pretty much like a run down dump, which was a lot coming from a person who had been raised in the gloomy walls of Vala. It wasn't anything other than business that brought her here today. This contract had proved a little complicated. Somebody wanted somebody dead, which was pretty simple. But then the somebody she had intended to kill had offered her twice the price to return back and kill the person who had hired her. So naturally she went wherever the money was. Loyalty or emotion didn't factor into her job. If a job needed doing and a person had the funds, she'd do it.

Rain! Did it ever stop? She couldn't even imagine what this part of the world looked like without a black cloud hovering over it. It may even pass for a pleasant little town if it wasn't for all the shifty looking characters. She had learned from experience that in places like this you kept your purse tight to your chest and your shoe laces tied tight in case you needed to run. The one positive of this job specifically was that because Odantton seemed rife with crime, perhaps hers would go unnoticed until she was long gone.

Her face and hair was dirty from two days travel and no wash. The dirt was building up under her fingernails and she looked tired. She hadn't really stopped to rest, but this was all part of a plan. Carmen knew that being able to fool your audience was one of the main factors when it came to completing a contract. If this man believed she had killed his enemy and was back to collect her reward after a long and hard journey, he was more likely to go somebody more private with her where she could complete the grisly deed.

She stood in the market place. The hustle and bustle of haggling customers surrounded her. Loud shouts or people selling their wares filled the air. She had dressed with the intention of looking as less threatening as possible. It was a sorry excuse, but people would judge a book by it's cover and if you appeared as an innocent bystander, people would take you as one. She wore a loose fitting blouse that may have once been white but now was flecked with mud. A floaty red and crinkled gypsy skirt showed off a pair of tanned legs. Her daggers were concealed in the arch of her back. Small gold hooped earrings graced her ears giving off the impression of a random Bohemian wanderer, perhaps a person who would read your palm or tell your future.

She glared at a nearby man as he approached her, he wasn't who she was looking for. By the look in his eyes something told her he assumed her more than just a citizen. "Keep walking old man" she hissed with an edge of venom. "The whores are in the tavern" she folded her arms as a barrier before her. She tapped her foot impatiently on the damp ground, her light eyes moved from face to face. She would simply greet him and invite him for a quiet drink and hire out one of the rooms for them to chat further about'payment'...then she would strike. The gold coins lined her pocket, the blood money for the death of the man who had originally hired her. The gold would keep her warm for a number of nights to come.

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Words: 676
Tagged: Open
Notes: Open to one other person, you can play the guy I'm meant to kill (obviously I wont be, we can have a scuffle tho), perhaps one of his associates or just jump in with any random idea.