Post by sasha on Jul 30, 2017 10:49:39 GMT -5
Perhaps this was an awful idea.
Sasha could still hear the words she'd spoken to Amelia over the phone echoing through her mind: I’m an acquaintance of Weylin von Wolfenstein, he’s advised me to meet up with you. My god, if this woman had called him to confirm whether or not he’s ever heard of Alexandra Ryurik.. Well, if she knew that the student was lying she hadn’t shown it on the phone. There had been no received text messages or missed calls so far, and the meeting was in about ten minutes, right down the street in a nice lounge bar which was situated on the right side. The place had wide, black couches and tables of glass. The lights were slightly dimmed, but the music wasn’t too loud. One could have a decent conversation during a nice drink without having to worry about the table next to you hearing all of the things you were spilling. Besides, half of the people occupying the place had come there for other business than eavesdropping. Of that she was pretty sure.
Stopping about two dozen feet away from the entrance, Alexandra nervously gazed around her. A part of her expected cops to arrive at the scene and arrest her without even blinking an eye – if Amelia had called the man, he might have noticed that someone had been in his house not too long ago .. and then..
The green eyed Quincy bit her bottom lip to hide her nerves. Her fingers played with the round ring of her bag, the one with MK on it. She slowly exhaled and tried to think of something else. There was already a backup plan; with the help of a friend she had managed to get a hold on the information of the former king’s official meeting with Amelia. Worst case, she would have to use that as evidence to prove her ‘innocence’ and explain how she had gotten the woman’s number. It was legit, nobody had to know about her or her fellow thief. She wouldn’t tell, not about him. Never telling on friends was something she took pretty serious.
Deeply inhaling she shook her head slightly from side to side as if trying to sober up. The fresh air helped, but not enough. Neither did the fumbling, so she silently let go of the ring. It slipped from between her fingers as if trying to escape her grasp, she almost laughed from the stress which had her all tensed.
It was silly that she was so scared. Besides, it was too late to turn back now.
Hence, a couple of seconds later, the young woman entered the bar in hopes to find the mysterious woman of which she only had a vague description. While the door fell into place Sasha’s eyes were sucked to a certain Quincy in the spacious room – as if her mere presence caused everything to shrink in size. Including the nervous brunette.
“Good evening,” she managed with her heart beating in her throat. The steps she had taken toward the seated woman had her feeling dizzy; she wasn’t even sure why she had so willingly walked into a possible jail sentence.
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Sasha could still hear the words she'd spoken to Amelia over the phone echoing through her mind: I’m an acquaintance of Weylin von Wolfenstein, he’s advised me to meet up with you. My god, if this woman had called him to confirm whether or not he’s ever heard of Alexandra Ryurik.. Well, if she knew that the student was lying she hadn’t shown it on the phone. There had been no received text messages or missed calls so far, and the meeting was in about ten minutes, right down the street in a nice lounge bar which was situated on the right side. The place had wide, black couches and tables of glass. The lights were slightly dimmed, but the music wasn’t too loud. One could have a decent conversation during a nice drink without having to worry about the table next to you hearing all of the things you were spilling. Besides, half of the people occupying the place had come there for other business than eavesdropping. Of that she was pretty sure.
Stopping about two dozen feet away from the entrance, Alexandra nervously gazed around her. A part of her expected cops to arrive at the scene and arrest her without even blinking an eye – if Amelia had called the man, he might have noticed that someone had been in his house not too long ago .. and then..
The green eyed Quincy bit her bottom lip to hide her nerves. Her fingers played with the round ring of her bag, the one with MK on it. She slowly exhaled and tried to think of something else. There was already a backup plan; with the help of a friend she had managed to get a hold on the information of the former king’s official meeting with Amelia. Worst case, she would have to use that as evidence to prove her ‘innocence’ and explain how she had gotten the woman’s number. It was legit, nobody had to know about her or her fellow thief. She wouldn’t tell, not about him. Never telling on friends was something she took pretty serious.
Deeply inhaling she shook her head slightly from side to side as if trying to sober up. The fresh air helped, but not enough. Neither did the fumbling, so she silently let go of the ring. It slipped from between her fingers as if trying to escape her grasp, she almost laughed from the stress which had her all tensed.
It was silly that she was so scared. Besides, it was too late to turn back now.
Hence, a couple of seconds later, the young woman entered the bar in hopes to find the mysterious woman of which she only had a vague description. While the door fell into place Sasha’s eyes were sucked to a certain Quincy in the spacious room – as if her mere presence caused everything to shrink in size. Including the nervous brunette.
“Good evening,” she managed with her heart beating in her throat. The steps she had taken toward the seated woman had her feeling dizzy; she wasn’t even sure why she had so willingly walked into a possible jail sentence.
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