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gunsforhire2015-12-17 09:34 pm
spectre_de_la_mort) wrote in gunsforhire2015-12-17 09:34 pm
Log: Crossed Paths
Who: Louisiana (Original), Open
What: Moving out and about.
Where: Market District (Weapons, Helmet, Market Stalls, etc. Pick your poison)
When: Thursday 12/17 Afternoon
Warnings: N/A (Will Change if Necessary)
It has been roughly two months since she decided to return back to the city and so far there wasn't much that was keeping her interests for long. The mercenary had all but melted back into the shadows for the time being, leaving the safe house that her and Maine had laid mutual claim to in order to do shopping and jobs when necessary.
Other than that her sociability had taken a hit as much as Delta's face had a while ago. It was rather clear most people would've been better off without her return. Though as if she cared about it to be honest. It was much easier to avoid people than to try and put on a front all the time.
However it was one of those days where it would be wise to move around the city. It wouldn't do her any good to stay locked away on her data tablet for the afternoon. This energy had to be used in a suitable fashion and besides might as well maybe poke around for Christmas presents.
There was the weapons shop as well as the helmet one. She could always poke around those to see if they got any new mods in as well as anything that might seem suitable to the few she'd be willing to spend credits on. Maybe even wander among the fresh market to pick up things for the week since she owed Maine a lot in terms of food. That and well keeping her sane after things fell apart for the both of them. Certainly needed to make up for that nonsense even if the both of them tried to play off as being alright with what happened.
The last thing she had on her mind was also the one who soon followed her back from Armonia. He already caused so much shit that he should've stayed where he was. However new clients that were willing to pay more without knowing better had drawn the asshole over plus more free reign in a non-Control oriented city did have its allure. No that trash can didn't need to be fussed over. Focus.
There were better things that could be done with her time now.
What: Moving out and about.
Where: Market District (Weapons, Helmet, Market Stalls, etc. Pick your poison)
When: Thursday 12/17 Afternoon
Warnings: N/A (Will Change if Necessary)
It has been roughly two months since she decided to return back to the city and so far there wasn't much that was keeping her interests for long. The mercenary had all but melted back into the shadows for the time being, leaving the safe house that her and Maine had laid mutual claim to in order to do shopping and jobs when necessary.
Other than that her sociability had taken a hit as much as Delta's face had a while ago. It was rather clear most people would've been better off without her return. Though as if she cared about it to be honest. It was much easier to avoid people than to try and put on a front all the time.
However it was one of those days where it would be wise to move around the city. It wouldn't do her any good to stay locked away on her data tablet for the afternoon. This energy had to be used in a suitable fashion and besides might as well maybe poke around for Christmas presents.
There was the weapons shop as well as the helmet one. She could always poke around those to see if they got any new mods in as well as anything that might seem suitable to the few she'd be willing to spend credits on. Maybe even wander among the fresh market to pick up things for the week since she owed Maine a lot in terms of food. That and well keeping her sane after things fell apart for the both of them. Certainly needed to make up for that nonsense even if the both of them tried to play off as being alright with what happened.
The last thing she had on her mind was also the one who soon followed her back from Armonia. He already caused so much shit that he should've stayed where he was. However new clients that were willing to pay more without knowing better had drawn the asshole over plus more free reign in a non-Control oriented city did have its allure. No that trash can didn't need to be fussed over. Focus.
There were better things that could be done with her time now.