06-06-2018, 08:34 AM
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SOMEBODY SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORROR-
YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT!
[W]iskerSOMEBODY SHOWED YOU ALL OF THE HORROR-
YOU WEREN'T BORN WITH IT!
[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;color: #E0EEEE;"] Silver eyes watched the room from the little alcove Argus has claimed for them self. Their pale White hair standing out in the shadows, her skin color a bright contrast to better magnify it. She could no longer call upon the pale reflection she had in her youth, no longer pull her hand back and let black locks fall between her fingers. Now her hair was white, her knuckles were scarred and her eyes were a careful set of cast iron silver. Different, different different. It made her feel a little out of sorts in the empty spaces of the room, the sleek texuto ironed out meant to hide her bandaged chest- Argus' breathing careful and slow, could easily be explained by a sensitivity to perfumes.
If there was one thing Argus could count on it was the higher class lavishing themselves, hiding their disgusting stench of sin that seemed to come off most of them in waves. But Argus could see through the fauxity just fine without her nose. Sensitive as it was wouldn't help much in this situation anyway. Argus was not normally on the scene of parties like this. More interested in meeting her clients and her clients similar in avoidance such extravagant luxuries. But Argus has been paid- will be paid a Handsome sum of money just for showing up and keeping an eye on the boss. Both being discrete patron while keeping an eye out, an ear out. Blending into a crowd was just part of the job. Until the boss arrived she would need to come up with a barrier to keep other's away from her and fast.
The room was slowly growing to fit the amount of occupants, and already the conversations were starting. Bright joyful laughs and chubby gafauls falling from rich mouths made the Mercenary sick, even as her body carefully hid the disgust she could not help the frown that smeared her expression as she surveyed the room, a careful glass of Iced Vodka held to her lips to slowly drink. When the door opened her eyes snapped to attention. Bright eyes watching as a composed young heir step into the room with earnest eyes and a fragility set in his legs. Her first impression was 'they'll eat him alive'. A room filled with sharks Jacob looked like a bleeding wound, spiking curiosity and interest to stir into open eyes and wrap around silver tongues to take. It was with practiced ease she glided out of the corner she set herself in, the corners of the wall forsakeing her to the light of the room as she looked up and smiled at the other.
Scarred chin and Tux carefully set, Argus looked like a guy in his prime, long white hair set into a rats tail at the base of her skull she allowed anyone to think as they wish of her. Guy, girl- it was another facade to her clever disguise, but she couldn't cover the worry in her actions. While she was looking for a barrier to stop from suffering through conversation with someone boring, he looked like someone who needed guiding. If anything they could help each other out. " I'm a little new to these kind of parties, I have to say i feel a little outclassed here." Pleasantries, if not the honest truth, stated as a conversation started. Offering the other a person to hide behind from the truly disgusting fellows that had seemed to gather within the hall already.
If there was one thing Argus could count on it was the higher class lavishing themselves, hiding their disgusting stench of sin that seemed to come off most of them in waves. But Argus could see through the fauxity just fine without her nose. Sensitive as it was wouldn't help much in this situation anyway. Argus was not normally on the scene of parties like this. More interested in meeting her clients and her clients similar in avoidance such extravagant luxuries. But Argus has been paid- will be paid a Handsome sum of money just for showing up and keeping an eye on the boss. Both being discrete patron while keeping an eye out, an ear out. Blending into a crowd was just part of the job. Until the boss arrived she would need to come up with a barrier to keep other's away from her and fast.
The room was slowly growing to fit the amount of occupants, and already the conversations were starting. Bright joyful laughs and chubby gafauls falling from rich mouths made the Mercenary sick, even as her body carefully hid the disgust she could not help the frown that smeared her expression as she surveyed the room, a careful glass of Iced Vodka held to her lips to slowly drink. When the door opened her eyes snapped to attention. Bright eyes watching as a composed young heir step into the room with earnest eyes and a fragility set in his legs. Her first impression was 'they'll eat him alive'. A room filled with sharks Jacob looked like a bleeding wound, spiking curiosity and interest to stir into open eyes and wrap around silver tongues to take. It was with practiced ease she glided out of the corner she set herself in, the corners of the wall forsakeing her to the light of the room as she looked up and smiled at the other.
Scarred chin and Tux carefully set, Argus looked like a guy in his prime, long white hair set into a rats tail at the base of her skull she allowed anyone to think as they wish of her. Guy, girl- it was another facade to her clever disguise, but she couldn't cover the worry in her actions. While she was looking for a barrier to stop from suffering through conversation with someone boring, he looked like someone who needed guiding. If anything they could help each other out. " I'm a little new to these kind of parties, I have to say i feel a little outclassed here." Pleasantries, if not the honest truth, stated as a conversation started. Offering the other a person to hide behind from the truly disgusting fellows that had seemed to gather within the hall already.