Karameida
Sometimes a Dream, Sometimes a Nightmare
- Joined
- Jun 15, 2011
The light flickered weakly inside the crowded bar and heavy clouds of smoke drifted through the building obscuring everything inside the grimy bar, the smell of cheap alcohol and sweat was so heavy you could almost taste it coating your tongue. Voices murmured lowly throughout the place with the occasional burst of laughter from some corner. Sitting at a table alone sat a woman who looked as if she might've belonged to the red light district. She sat back in a relaxed position, one arm folded under her chest and the other holding onto her kiseru, smoke drifting from her mouth and mixing with what was already circulating. The ornaments in her hair, glinted in the dull light and tingling ever so slightly when she moved.
Her eyes lazily drifted over the faces of the patrons seeking out the one that she was to be meeting with and wondered if the ronin she had sent word to would make it.
The womans name was Hitomi and though she could be mistaken for a geisha she was in actuality a spy and very good at her work however, she belonged to no organization, group, had no loyalties or ties with anyone and answered to no one. She chose assignments based on difficulty as well as and more importantly, how much money she would make from it. She thought over the events that had brought her here now; her last assignment she had over-heard something she had not expected, the information was far more valuable than what she had been offered and so had opted against giving the information up to her client. She considered once more, what she was doing and looked over her plan one more time, assuring herself this was the best course she let out a small breath. Rolling her shoulders, she shook her head slightly and placed the mouth piece of the Kiseru between her slightly parted lips and inhaled, the embers in the bowl burning brightly as she did so.
Her eyes lazily drifted over the faces of the patrons seeking out the one that she was to be meeting with and wondered if the ronin she had sent word to would make it.
The womans name was Hitomi and though she could be mistaken for a geisha she was in actuality a spy and very good at her work however, she belonged to no organization, group, had no loyalties or ties with anyone and answered to no one. She chose assignments based on difficulty as well as and more importantly, how much money she would make from it. She thought over the events that had brought her here now; her last assignment she had over-heard something she had not expected, the information was far more valuable than what she had been offered and so had opted against giving the information up to her client. She considered once more, what she was doing and looked over her plan one more time, assuring herself this was the best course she let out a small breath. Rolling her shoulders, she shook her head slightly and placed the mouth piece of the Kiseru between her slightly parted lips and inhaled, the embers in the bowl burning brightly as she did so.