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Post by -Blackfire- on Aug 1, 2008 20:21:51 GMT
Blackfire glanced around at the petty theives and criminals-in-hiding in disgust. They were all so simple, especially when compared to her, not that she was vain or anything. With an annoyed 'tch' noise, the alien girl lay a blanket down on a seat before sitting on it to contemplate a plan forming in her mind.
If this place was to be her hide out, she probably could find some hired-help. Like a couple of thugs. She had certain goals to achieve, and certain people to bring down. Of course, to dirty her hands on most of the people in this pitiful city was, ridiculous. Without realizing it, the girl leaned her head against the wall and began to fiddle with a strand of black hair. In truth she was aggravated that she could not act straight away, but acting now would be rash, she had to keep telling herself that.
A man walked past her and looked her up and down, judging one on sight. That was what happened here. Anger was being barely suppressed in the exiled Temaraian, but soon she could let loose. With a swift movement she stood and made her way through the dark passages, lighting a bolt around her hand to provide sufficient light for sight. Still she was, yet again, gaining the strange stares from other 'residents'.
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