Post by Elaine Anncroft on Sept 29, 2014 14:26:52 GMT
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Elaine watched quietly from the shadows, her green eyes casting cat-like reflections. The orange haired man stumbled his way through the street, raising his voice to the stars. Elaine cringed, his singing wasn't like that of the talented street performers. She stared at the glass pane in the building next to her waiting on it to shatter. The singing stopped as the man sagged against a light post. Drunken idiots. The dark green of Elaine's skirts swished in the small breeze. The silver flash of a set of twin daggers peeked from between the folds. Hands pulled up the hood of a cropped jacket shielding the face from prying eyes. She slinked out sticking close to the perimeter of the building. The man looked up and squinted his eyes at the figure trying to discern who it was. A sly smile spread across his lips. "Well what's this? An alley cat come to check out the fish in the pond?" His speech was slurred. Alley cat? "If I am the alley cat? Does that make your the street rat?" Elaine wasn't in the mood to joke. She wanted to get this over with and move on. The man's smile slowly flattened. Elaine reached down and silently unsheathed her daggers. The man's eyes widened and his mouth gaped open. Slurred words tried to crawl their way out but none could quite make it. He kicked back away from her. His boots slipped on the mud. "You killed for greed, I am just returning the favor." Elaine darted forward pressing the dagger against his throat. A thin line of blood seeped against the edge. "Only I kill for justice." Before he could cry out Elaine cut across his neck. Blood spilled out over his shirt and Elaine sadly watched the light die from his eyes. Leaning down she wiped her daggers off on his trouser leg. A gold pocket watch grinned at her from his inside jacket pocket. The bulge of a wallet also peered from the pocket. She reached down with nimble fingers and pulled it out. Checking its contents she appeared satisfied and tucked it away in the folds of her jacket. "Time to leave." Turning on her heel she began her solemn walk back to the Theater District.