Post by Stern on Aug 28, 2012 18:28:50 GMT -6
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i42.tinypic.com/25q6pkz.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 550px;height:700px;] "Talking~!" 'Thinking~!' "Listenin'~!" Acting~! A dance? What was the point of going to a stupid dance, especially if she hadn't even checked in with Lorelei yet. Well, there would be time for that, or she might see the other woman at the dance. After all, rumors had come to her (rather sensitive) ears about some sort of Imum involvement. Today, though, she wasn't looking to take over the operation, or even take part in it. No, if things went right, few people would know that she was there, and even fewer would be able to connect her to the person that had left a few months previously. She stopped in a department store along the way from the dock to the party, and slipped into a back bathroom, where she quickly set about pulling on the sleek black gown that she had carried with her through her journeys. After shaking out her velvet cloak and fastening it again, she brushed out her long, blonde hair and then reached up and pinned her feathers into the golden locks. Glancing at her reflection in the mirror, she nodded once, then picked up the small bag that held various supplies, including her pokeballs and some choice items. Setting it onto the counter, she reached up and pulled the cowl of her cloak up onto her head, sending her pale features into shadow. She ran a hand along the seam of the cloak, feeling the comforting weight of various small daggers and throwing knives, then picked up her purse and walked out of the door. Without a word to anyone in the department store, she swept back onto the street, heading towards her first destination. Knowing there would be security at the front entrance, she looped around the back, preferring to come in without any fanfare. She slipped inside easily and glanced around the large ballroom before spotting a dark corner with a table in it. She skirted the dance floor, preferring to stay inconspicuous, and reached the table without incident. She sat down, her back to the corner, facing the ballroom at large, her face still shrouded in shadow. |