A Penny for My Thoughts?
Sept 24, 2014 17:41:24 GMT
Caitlin Cockfoster, Stephen Leland, and 1 more like this
Post by Elaine Anncroft on Sept 24, 2014 17:41:24 GMT
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Elaine walked down the busiest street she had ever seen in her life. Besides the hustle of the Merchant's District (which is usually a organized system of negotiators and buyers paying to much for their items) this place had a peculiar air to it. Music and laughter constantly drifted from the windows and open doors of the shops and clubs. Almost every twenty feet she would encounter a juggler or street performer of some kind. Showing off their talents to dazzle and amaze a crowd of young children and the parents they dragged along with them. She would stop at a few here and there but she mostly watched from afar. Preferring not to get very close, pickpockets are common in crowds. "You seem like a woman who enjoys the finer things in life!" A booming voice from behind startled her. Elaine turned timidly. "I am unsure of to whom you speak good sir?" She put on her best voice. Educated and proper, her actual tone was a bit more rustic. "Why it is to you dear girl! A pretty one such as yourself shouldn't be wandering the streets alone." Elaine looked around. She wasn't feeling too good about this man. He was much too kind to her, being as someone he just met.
"I am not alone." She bluffed, hoping he would take the bait and leave. "Then allow me to help you find your friends?" The man grabbed her wrist before she could decline his offer. "Let me go. Now." Elaine reached for one of the twin daggers enfolded in her skirt. The man refused to let her loose. He forced her arm to entwine with his and they went walking down the street away from the major crowds. Her dagger slipped from her grasp as she was walking. Its weight bounced against her hip. She could cause a scene and was down-right willing to. She opened her mouth and took a breath but a sharp poke in the side with a knife silenced her. "No, no dear. We won't be having that."
"Bite me." She fired back. Every insult imaginable was rolling around in her head. Irritated and desperate she cast hopeful glances at the humans and Anders walking by. It was the middle of the day and that blade pressed to her back had to be hidden well to prevent reflections. Her brain was on full speed to find a loophole in this situation before she ran out of street and more importantly....people.
Elaine walked down the busiest street she had ever seen in her life. Besides the hustle of the Merchant's District (which is usually a organized system of negotiators and buyers paying to much for their items) this place had a peculiar air to it. Music and laughter constantly drifted from the windows and open doors of the shops and clubs. Almost every twenty feet she would encounter a juggler or street performer of some kind. Showing off their talents to dazzle and amaze a crowd of young children and the parents they dragged along with them. She would stop at a few here and there but she mostly watched from afar. Preferring not to get very close, pickpockets are common in crowds. "You seem like a woman who enjoys the finer things in life!" A booming voice from behind startled her. Elaine turned timidly. "I am unsure of to whom you speak good sir?" She put on her best voice. Educated and proper, her actual tone was a bit more rustic. "Why it is to you dear girl! A pretty one such as yourself shouldn't be wandering the streets alone." Elaine looked around. She wasn't feeling too good about this man. He was much too kind to her, being as someone he just met.
"I am not alone." She bluffed, hoping he would take the bait and leave. "Then allow me to help you find your friends?" The man grabbed her wrist before she could decline his offer. "Let me go. Now." Elaine reached for one of the twin daggers enfolded in her skirt. The man refused to let her loose. He forced her arm to entwine with his and they went walking down the street away from the major crowds. Her dagger slipped from her grasp as she was walking. Its weight bounced against her hip. She could cause a scene and was down-right willing to. She opened her mouth and took a breath but a sharp poke in the side with a knife silenced her. "No, no dear. We won't be having that."
"Bite me." She fired back. Every insult imaginable was rolling around in her head. Irritated and desperate she cast hopeful glances at the humans and Anders walking by. It was the middle of the day and that blade pressed to her back had to be hidden well to prevent reflections. Her brain was on full speed to find a loophole in this situation before she ran out of street and more importantly....people.