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Post by Clairabella Corinth on Jan 2, 2013 3:26:51 GMT -5
April 19th 2523
(Several days after the events at The Final Bout) Clairabella had made herself a decent amount of money off the betting a few nights ago but it was still all she had to her name at that point. She needed to make herself a bit more money something that could get her set with enough to buy her own ship eventually. Of course for now she just needed to focus on getting herself a permanant place to stay here on Pesephone. She didn't mind the drifting life style but it definatly had its hardships. She had found herself just the job to put her in a situation that she could afford to pay for most things she would need and maybe even a bit more, but it was questionable. Not the kind of job you would look back on and think you did right by the world by doing it. Was that really what she wanted lingering in her past. For now though she hadn't accepted it instead being given forty-eight hours to make up her mind. That mean for now she would take some time to think about it and what better place to think then a market place she figure. She had been wondering through the market buying anything that struck her fancy along the way. No praticular destination in mind just passing the time and giving the mind a rest for worry. |
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Post by Cassandra Rivera on Jan 5, 2013 20:00:38 GMT -5
Persephone. The perfect place to settle while waiting for clients. Anyone who wished to see her could come here, or if necessary, Cassandra could pay for passage off-world rather easily. Plus, the Persephone social scene was a bit on the glorious side. No matter how many years she spent dressing up and maintaining her angelic appearance, Cassandra never got past feeling like a princess when she got a new dress.
Alas, today, Cassandra was not looking for a dress. She had her clothes handmade, and at the moment, she didn't need any new clothes. What she did need was to resupply her skin and body care kit. She was running low on moisturizing lotion, scented oils, massage oils, and a few different varieties of soap. She wandered through the crowded marketplace, enjoying the day, when something across the street caught her eye. A vendor was selling his entire stock of incense for half what he would usually charge. Not knowing why but eager to take advantage, Cassandra quickly changed course and moved in the direction of the vendor's stall.
Focused on her goal, Cassandra didn't realize that there was someone in her path. She collided head-on with a young woman she didn't recognize. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she apologized hastily, reaching out to steady the woman she'd run into. "I was in such a hurry, I just didn't see- are you alright? I'm so sorry!"
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Post by Clairabella Corinth on Jan 6, 2013 13:27:14 GMT -5
Clair was strolling in the market heading to a vendor who had his wares at a good price. She may have been the rough and tumble type, the bruise on her cheek only showing that more, but she still was a lady as well and couldn't help but seek out some of those female comforts.
The vendor she was heading for had facial products that might help her cover the bruise. Before she arrived at the booth though she was bumped by another woman. "No, no I'm sorry, I should have been payi..." Her words were stopped and her face had a look of amazement on it. SHe had never met or even seen in person a real companion before. Not that she knew for sure this lady was a compainion but she had always heard they were hard to miss and this woman truely fit that bill. "I.. I should have been more careful."
Clair laughed at her own reaction and recovered herself back to the right state of mind. "No its no problem, I think we both got a bit excited about the market is all." Clair blushed a little bit when she thought about the bruise on her cheek. That must have looked so odd to the companion from her prim and proper world a woman would never look like Clair did.
Clair turned her head a slight bit in an effort to hide the bruise from her. It would be an interesting story to some but one of this womans status would not under stand that she figured. 'Well you see I went to the bar a few nights ago and got the in the ring and fought a man till he knocked me out, but the knock out was only for like a second. No big deal.' Yeah that would make perfect sense to most people right?
She smiled at the woman and stepped out of the way. Her mind had completely forgotten what it was worried about only moments ago and was now on to something new.
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Post by Daeran Winters on Jan 6, 2013 15:19:15 GMT -5
Further down the line from where the women had met, only a few vendor stalls down, a loud crash and some yelling came out. Five men had surrounded Daeran, who had just thrown a sixth man into a stall.
"One chance, walk away while you still can." he said as he eyed every man in the circle. They collectively laughed.
Daeran's eyes narrowed as he quickly moved forward, grabbing the first man's arm and spinning, flipping the guy over his back. As the man hit the ground, Daeran stepped on his face and twisted, breaking his arm. The man screamed out it pain at his friends. "Gah! He broke my ruttin' arm. Get him, gorrammit!"
As if on cue, the other four men acted. The first caught an elbow to the right ear, but managed to land a heavy blow to Daeran's hip. Daeran turned the man just so he could get him in a triangle choke, and spun around, the man's legs flailing out towards his other friends. Neither got hit, but Daeran let go, flinging the man into another stall. Daeran flipped out a gun from his holster and spun it around as he uppercutted one of the men right under the jaw with the handle of the weapon. He finished the spin and tripped the last of the men. As he hit the ground he quickly turned, a gun pointing at Daeran, and Daeran's gun pointed at him. A standoff.
Or so it seemed. Daeran heard one of the other men get up and approach loudly from behind. Quickly spinning as a shot went off, Daeran got mostly out of the way, the bullet grazing his left arm then entering through the oncoming man's chest.
Daeran kicked the gun from the shooter's hand and quickly put a bullet of his own in the man's head.
He holstered the gun as another man approached from behind. Daeran obviously did not see the man coming.
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Post by Cassandra Rivera on Jan 9, 2013 11:39:30 GMT -5
Smiling, Cassandra adjusted her wraparound skirt so that it hung properly once more. She was glad to hear and see that her accidental acquaintance seemed fine. Inwardly, she sighed with relief- on some worlds, the higher-class noble ladies didn't have much liking for Companions. It was a case-by-case basis, usually, whether a lady felt a kindred spirit in a Companion or saw her as a rival.
"I suppose this is what happens in a crowded place like this," Cassandra remarked lightly. "With so many people, it's a wonder we don't run into them every other moment." She laughed, her voice ringing like the tinkling of bells. Her smile faded, though, when she took a closer look at the woman's face.
"I hope you don't find me rude," she said carefully, "But what in the world has happened to you, dear?" She reached out and very lightly brushed the woman's cheek with her fingertips, trying not to make it sting. "You're so lovely, why would you have such marks as these?" Behind her back, Cassandra crossed her fingers in her free hand, hoping past hope that it wasn't what she thought it was. In this universe, there were plenty of tough women, but there were also those who let men take advantage of them. Who could tell which variety this woman was?
Suddenly she whipped round, as some sort of commotion caught her attention from farther down the aisle. Cassandra's hand instantly went to the chopsticks in her hair, where she kept needle-like hidden blades, for self-defense. However, her heart sank when she heard gunshots. Cassandra did not like guns. Sweat broke out on her forehead. Not guns. Please, anything but guns.
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Post by Clairabella Corinth on Jan 9, 2013 12:12:45 GMT -5
After getting herself back in order from seeing the companion for the first time she smiled at her as she began to talk to her. Clairabella found it amazing even the way she talked. She laughed a little at eh comment about bumbipng peole every moment. Honestly it was true, it was hard to walk in the market with out bumping people all the time.
When her question came about her face Clair blushed just a little bit. "No it's not what you think. I.. well.. it's sort of hard to explain as well. I guess the best way to put it is just be straight out with it. I was in the Final Bout and got in to the ring." It normally wouldn't be something she hesitated to say but with it being a companion it was a little different. She felt a little embarraces now for some reason.
Maybe it was just that it made her feel less then classy when she was around the companion. She didn't have to worry about it for long though, as there were gunshots fired after that. It wasn't unheard of out here in the markets though it was an easy way to draw attention from the feds in they happened to be in the area. Most cetianly it would draw someones attention. If it wasn't the fed's it would be one of the crime bosses on Persephone. Clair didn't know much about the crime bosses out here but she had heard that this planet had it's fair share.
Maybe that is what drew her here, it would mean in the end a chance to prove herself in one way or another. She saw the campanions reaction to the noise and stepped around her in the direction of the noise putting herself between her and the noise. Bella's hand dropped to her side pulling her jacket back, allowing her hand to rest on her side arm. If it was a crazed person with a gun she was going to put a stop to it if she had to.
"It's alright." Was all she said as she watched on for what it was. It took her a moment to calm down from the noise but she couldn't make out where exactly it had been. Clair turned to face the woman she had just met, hand still on her weapon. "I'm not sure where that came from but it seems it has stopped." She said a little uneasy. The best thing to do in these situations was try to keep people calm though.
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Post by Daeran Winters on Jan 9, 2013 19:13:19 GMT -5
Daeran came walking, with a slight limp, around the corner from where the fight had happened. He was not walking as if trying to get away, but was walking casually, as if nothing had happened. Aside from the limp, that is, he had come out of that fight nearly unscathed, but he knew deep down he could do better. The first guy got in a good shot, and he admitted to himself that he got a little bit lucky with the guy with the gun.
He rounded the corner just in time to hear the woman say "I'm not sure where that came from but it seems it has stopped."
"It has stopped," he said to her, narrowing his eyes when he noticed the bruise on her face. Then he noticed the companion behind her. He did not like the amount of discomfort he read on her face, specifically from the sweat on her brow.
"Are you ok?" he asked the companion.
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Post by Cassandra Rivera on Jan 10, 2013 11:00:29 GMT -5
Not that she would have ever admitted it, Cassandra was much relieved when her new companion stepped forward. That made sense, as she had mentioned her experiences at The Final Bout. It was famous for its rough-and-tumble clientele. A respectable lady like Cassandra would never show her face there.
She breathed a sigh of relief when the commotion died down. One of the men involved had more or less approached them, to confirm the other young lady's suspicions. "That's good to hear," Cassandra murmured. "And yes. I'm fine, thank you." That was a downright lie, but one didn't go around telling every person you met about your personal business. Even the Companion's Guild didn't know about Cassandra's issues with guns, why should she tell complete strangers?
Cassandra lifted the shawl draped across her arms up to her shoulders. "I should think a lady wouldn't need a bodyguard simply to visit the market here, but I'm beginning to rethink that. Persephone is much more violent than I was told," she said drily.
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Post by Clairabella Corinth on Jan 10, 2013 13:35:41 GMT -5
Bella didn't stand down her guarded positon just yet. One of the men involved in the incident was now standing there in front of her telling them it was alright, but she wasn't fully trusting just yet. "Yeah we are fine." She replied to him. It was her nature to protect people when she was put in that position and that is what she was reacting and doing.
"Persephone does seem to have its dangers, not like back home at all." She said to the companion. She wasn't to sure what to do at this point being faced by the shooter himself. Would he do it again or was he really just going to go on his way like nothing had happened. All she knew was that she would take caution in the situation until there wasn't a risk of threat then she would go about her way and finish what she was trying to do before she went and met with the next person she was supposed to. After that it would be off to Onas to talk to him about the job she was working on setting up.
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Post by Daeran Winters on Jan 10, 2013 19:34:56 GMT -5
Daeran didn't blame the women for being a on edge and untrusting. He realized that he had just come up to them out of nowhere.
"Yes, Persephone is a rough place sometimes," he agreed. "I apologize if I've alarmed you, that was not my intention."
He knew he wasn't on the wrong side of the fight, but that the women had no idea of knowing that. He had no clue of how to assure them that he acted in self defense. He realized that nothing he could say would put them at ease. He was about to walk away when something caught his attention. For whatever reason, it didn't register before that the companion was who she was. He looked at her nostalgically.
"You're a companion?" he stated as much as he asked.
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Post by Cassandra Rivera on Jan 11, 2013 12:37:11 GMT -5
Cassandra sized up her new acquaintances. The young lady seemed like a dear, nothing to worry about. A tad rambunctious, perhaps, but that was appealing in its own way. The man, on the other hand, seemed to reek of danger. He could have been anyone, and with him slinging guns around, Cassandra didn't have any immediate interest in getting to know him further.
"Yes, licensed by the Companion's Guild," she answered him. "Cassandra Rivera, at your service." She extended her hand for a delicate handshake, should he so desire. The way he was looking at her was slightly unnerving, but Cassandra was always one to be polite, even when she was uncomfortable.
"And where is home for you?" she asked the other young woman, in a slight attempt to change the subject. "Are you from one of the quieter core planets, or from out beyond the black?" Truly, she was very curious. Cassandra had traveled many places in her six years as a Companion, but traveling didn't have the same feeling as having a real home. Her real home was so much different from most others, that learning about the way other people lived was always a source of interest.
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Post by Daeran Winters on Jan 11, 2013 16:37:54 GMT -5
He politely shook her hand, careful not to squeeze too tight.
"Daeran." he responded as he pulled his hand back. "I apologize if I've made you uncomfortable, either of you. I can understand why you would be, but I assure you I acted in self defense."
He knew that statement wouldn't mean a gorramn thing to them, so he looked away momentarily. He looked back as he heard Cassandra begin speaking to the other woman again. Knowing he was completely out of place here, and slightly, if not more, unwelcome, he turned and began walking away.
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Post by Clairabella Corinth on Jan 14, 2013 13:47:03 GMT -5
Clairabella felt a little relieved that the man had walked away. SHe had feared he might continue to try something even if he was only the one defending himself. Not to mention if the Feds did come she wouldn't want him near her, then she would end up getting picked up with him. That was the last thing she needed right now.
Once he had walked off Cassandra had asked her about where she was from. "Yeah this is a long way from home for me. I'm from New Canaan, you ever been there?" She asked as she set out a sigh of relief. Then her mind went back to her face she needed to find something for it. "How about you where are you from?"
She took a step forward toward the counter that was selling the products she would need, but at the same time keeping her attention on her new aquantance. "I have been in the core for a few months now so it is still pretty new to me." She explained as she began to look through the products. She thought maybe the campanion would be able to help her find something for it, she was never the type to waste time wearing make-up so she didn't know much about it really.
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Post by Vladamir Kelchkoff on Feb 25, 2014 15:50:40 GMT -5
Vladimir was browsing the marketplace looking for a few supplies to stock up on at his temporary home place on Persephone. As he was strolling the isles, un deterred and uninterested in the recent gunshots, he overheard someone saying something about New Canaan. "[/b] Oh how I'd like a job on that planet. Always was one of my favorites[/b]". It was true too, in all of his travels Vladamir had been on one of his most loved planets to visit was New Canaan. He never could figure why he decided to settle on Persephone. He glanced around and saw a man limping, who he assumed was the shooter. As a caution, Vlad pulled back his long coat and adjusted his two holstered pistols, and continued to search for foodstuffs for his house.
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