Kiara O'Neill (murderbysong) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-02-26 17:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-05 |
Step up to me
Who: Bartleby (okay, technically a zombie NPC) and Kiara
Where: The park
When: 11:30 p.m.
No matter what else was going on, Kiara's business came first. She was in a new location and there was not a chance that she was going to start out by earning a bad reputation. Which was why not long after eleven she found herself sitting cross-legged on top of a picnic table in the more wooded area of the park. Her cell was on the table next to her in case this new contact called and canceled. Which had better not happen or he was never going to do business with her again. Of any sort. His first strike was already drawn just because he was a male and she was a siren. It was pretty much natural for her to look at him on a completely different rung because he was one of the ones who existed to keep her alive. Not that she actually intended on killing him if he turned out to do good business. She would not have built a very good company if she had killed off half the clientele, now would she?
Sighing, Kiara toyed with her clover charm while she waited, humming a quiet Irish tune to herself. She hated waiting for people and was already starting to fidget. It was getting to that point where she was tempted to just shift into her bird form and fly around until she saw someone approaching and then go back. Not because he was late so much as just because she was not a patient person. No, then whoever it is would already know there's something different about me. She could handle broadcasting her knowledge in blood magic because that drew in a solid half of the people she dealt with.
Like this one, perhaps.