Rewind in a Tankard {Open}
Dec 9, 2012 1:22:45 GMT -6
Post by penelo on Dec 9, 2012 1:22:45 GMT -6
There were Imperials in her city again. Judging from what she had gleaned by listening to the gossip flowing in the streets, they had never left. Once she had reached the bizarre but apparently correct conclusion that she had gone back in time she had spent five minutes throwing up in horror and another twenty crying hysterically. They'd been through so much and it was all wiped out by the arrival of those curious creatures that had overrun her not a week past. She had blood on her hands that would never come off and nothing to show for it. Sometimes it felt as though she had simply dreamed the events she had been through but she still had her magick, magick she wouldn't have if she hadn't done the hard work to get it.
The blonde had fallen back into her old ways as a disguise, though she'd kept some of her old (new?) habits that she had learned after the Rebellion. She didn't spend as much time at Migelo's for a start, knowing that there was more money to be made by smiling coyly and twisting her form for the amusement of people in the street or the Sandsea. The old her would have been horrified at the idea of showing off her body for money, would have flinched away from the leers that accompanied the coin but the old her was a child and probably wouldn't have survived much longer than she had if life hadn't intervened and fixed her up.
Penelo had little time for the so called 'innocence of youth' nowadays and wasn't that just hilarious? There was a time when she had reveled in it, had fiercely protected the innocence of the children that littered Lowtown and now she had to stop herself from snapping and telling them all to stop being fools and that if they wanted their supper they'd have to dance for it, like she did. But that wasn't fair. She could acknowledge that much, as drunken soldiers jeered at her from their tables and clinked their tankards to the music and she imagined how satisfying it would be to flick her wrist and send flames licking up their faces. No, it wouldn't be fair to make children do this and so she did it day and night instead.
Finishing up her set, the blonde bowed and smiled tightly before scooping up her take for the night and setting herself up at the bar. She earned enough for food just dancing in the market place; her dances in the Sandsea were to earn the money for her to drink until she forgot how ashamed the eyes made her feel. Tomaj at least seemed to notice there was something different about her; he wouldn't refuse to serve her for a start. She drowned half a tankard of Bhujerban Madhu before she had fully gotten settled and grimaced as it burned on the way down. By closing she'd have drunk enough to forget why she didn't want to do this.
The blonde had fallen back into her old ways as a disguise, though she'd kept some of her old (new?) habits that she had learned after the Rebellion. She didn't spend as much time at Migelo's for a start, knowing that there was more money to be made by smiling coyly and twisting her form for the amusement of people in the street or the Sandsea. The old her would have been horrified at the idea of showing off her body for money, would have flinched away from the leers that accompanied the coin but the old her was a child and probably wouldn't have survived much longer than she had if life hadn't intervened and fixed her up.
Penelo had little time for the so called 'innocence of youth' nowadays and wasn't that just hilarious? There was a time when she had reveled in it, had fiercely protected the innocence of the children that littered Lowtown and now she had to stop herself from snapping and telling them all to stop being fools and that if they wanted their supper they'd have to dance for it, like she did. But that wasn't fair. She could acknowledge that much, as drunken soldiers jeered at her from their tables and clinked their tankards to the music and she imagined how satisfying it would be to flick her wrist and send flames licking up their faces. No, it wouldn't be fair to make children do this and so she did it day and night instead.
Finishing up her set, the blonde bowed and smiled tightly before scooping up her take for the night and setting herself up at the bar. She earned enough for food just dancing in the market place; her dances in the Sandsea were to earn the money for her to drink until she forgot how ashamed the eyes made her feel. Tomaj at least seemed to notice there was something different about her; he wouldn't refuse to serve her for a start. She drowned half a tankard of Bhujerban Madhu before she had fully gotten settled and grimaced as it burned on the way down. By closing she'd have drunk enough to forget why she didn't want to do this.