When: 19th August 2022 Where: Obsidian City Who: Open
“Useless,” Nadia huffed under her breath, watching from a distance as her shipmates were seconds away from being caught, oblivious to the fact that the owner of the stock they were attempting to steal from behind a shop was arriving at any moment. She wasn’t involved in this - at least she shouldn’t have to be, and she didn’t enjoy blatant stealing the way those she surrounded herself with did. What she did enjoy was the chase. The thrill, the trickery. She was part fae, after all - it was expected of her. And given it was expected of her, she was going to use it to her advantage and thrive. The owner of the case was getting out of his car, yet they still hadn’t noticed. She knew it was time for her to jump in, as a good captain should. She had half a mind to let them get caught, however that would end up just as badly for her.
Shaking her hair out of it’s loosely held braids, letting the black curls cascade down her back, she slipped her trusty knife from her pocket to her sleeve (just in case), tucked her headphones into her ears, and made her way up the road, inconspicuous as ever. Of course, every step, every glance, it was all perfectly timed. She looked like a normal human girl. Neither tricky fae or ruthless pirate, of which she was both. No, to this man she was simply an ordinary girl out for a walk in the sunlight. A clumsy one, at that, as she tripped and landed right in his arms, an embarrassed look on her face. “Oh,” she breathed, looking up at him from under her lashes. “I’m sorry – my head was completely in the clouds. Thank you.”
And just like that, the man was under her spell. He didn’t notice his belongings being taken right from under his nose. No, he was too busy flirting back with the girl he’d just saved from landing face first in the street. Just as she’d wanted. Her actions, thank god, had alerted the other pirates to hurry up and out of the corner of her eye she saw them scurrying off with their scores, some of which she would certainly be taking for herself after this.
Eager to get away from the man, and his bad breath, she placed a hand flirtatiously, reluctantly, on his arm. “Oh my, I just got completely distracted, I’m running late for work.” She offered him a small smile, but she was already starting off down the street. “I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.” She made it sound like a promise. Which it was -- to rob the idiot blind.
She walked with haste, after all he was about to find all his new stock gone, and she barely made it around the next corner before she found someone blocking her path. “Excuse me.” Politely, yet firm.
