Who: Reileen Kawahara & open What: shopping Where: New Orleans When: Friday afternoon Warnings: tbd Status: open, in progress
Reileen moved through the streets of old New Orleans as if she belonged there. She'd braided her long hair back and pinned it into place, and stolen a nice dress off a clothesline of a rich looking town home in the center of town. It had taken get a bit to get into it herself but she managed. She left her own boots on, with a knife strapped to her thigh.She'd cut a slit into the skirts so she could access it easily.
She'd learned enough to make blending in easy. A basket over her arm indicated she was shopping for the household, and she moved with purpose. She'd melted into the role of upper tier servant, knowing full well her features didn't lend themselves to much else currently. An hour into her trek she was finding the accent easier, and was comfortable enough to start shopping.
By the time mid afternoon rolled around she'd procured wine for Garin, fresh bread and roast chicken for her own lunch, among other items. Things were going great until a rough looking sailor tried to force her into an alley. She left him bleeding in the dust, only to run into someone from Madison Valley while she dabbed blood off her knuckles. A few splatters had gotten on her dress, too. Shame, really.