Logs:AU - Wicked Ways
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| RL Date: 12 February, 2013 |
| Who: Taikrin |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: In an alternate reality, life for Taikrin goes on in the only way she knows how. |
| Where: Backwater Mine Country, Bitra Hold |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Milani/Mentions, Tiriana/Mentions, K'del/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: What if Tiriana had insisted that the dirty convicts weren't going anywhere near her eggs? What then for Taikrin, who had nowhere else to go and knew no other life to live? |
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| Traveling would be so much easier with a dragon. The thought had occurred to Taikrin, off and on, in the time since she'd been summarily expelled from the Weyr after finishing her labor sentence. She hadn't been all that surprised that that bitch of a Weyrwoman had turned her out, after all-- who would want filthy convicts like herself around their precious little dragons, anyways? She suspected the Weyrleader and his Headwoman mate had felt badly for her: they'd given her some marks and travel clothes and a backpack to carry her meager possessions, since her still-healing broken arm made travel so cumbersome. That hadn't stopped her from filching three gem-set rings, two mark pouches, and a very fine dagger before she set off up the road for Greenfields. Zuman hadn't been all that keen to take her back on, since she was a known and recorded quantity to the authorities now. He'd reluctantly sent her traveling on further still, to a man in Bitra who needed someone with a strong back and few scruples. So now she worked in a quarry by day and ran 'special errands' by night in the surrounding little towns. It wasn't so bad; Ganner had been released not long after she had, and the older man had traveled with her all the way to Bitra. He'd been so intent on trying to convince her to apply to a trade, as old as she was. To get some learning-- to at least learn to ride. To make something of herself. Well, Taikrin had made something of herself alright. Nobody was faster with a knife than she was, and few people as deadly. Ganner had eventually given up and traveled down south, on the rumor of 'clean living and decent work'. He'd tried to get her to come with him, but at that point her new boss had already started her on wetwork and she was flush with the marks her new lifestyle could provide. She'd sent him off, this man who'd protected her back and honor and her life, with vague promises and shiftless reassurances. And he'd left. And so she was alone in this filthy backwater bar filled with miners and laborers and gamblers. That's fine. That's how she liked it, anyways. A crew only got you in trouble-- a crew only got you caught. It was safer to work alone. "Come on, you gonna order or what? Holding up the line, here, mine-rat." The voice, thick with decades of coal dust and annoyance both, shook Taikrin out of her reverie. Distracted, she orderd her beer from the seedy bartender and stepped aside with a mocking half-bow. "After you." She caught only a glimpse of his face -- familiar, so familiar, but from where? -- because out of nowhere a hand was on her shoulder and whirling her around and straight into the fist belonging to another familiar face. The first ugly advanced on her, cracking his knuckles while his buddy held her upright. "Didn't we tell you to stay the FUCK out of here, you degenerate whore? You and your kind ain't welcome around these parts!" "Well," Taikrin began, spitting blood onto the floor around a cocky grin. "Reckon it's hard ter say, yeah? Couldn't hear much what with havin' yer woman's legs wrapped around my head and all." "Fucking filthy SLUT!" There was another fist flying at Taikrin's face, but this time she was ready for it. A heel kicked up backwards took care ugly #2's future children while she ducked downwards and away. Ugly #1 ended up planting his fist into his buddy, which sent him stumbling backwards into a heavy-set miner on a stool at the bar. He roared his displeasure, and within moments the filthy barroom had descended into total chaos. In this midst of it all, Taikrin managed to squirm her way off into an unnoticed corner. Taking a much-abused handkerchief out of her pocket, she dabbed at the blood leaking from her split lip and grinned a ghastly grin. That hadn't gone so poorly. Now to take the marks she'd just pickpocketted and-- That was strange. Such a strange feeling. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she reached down to scratch the sudden itch on her stomach, and knicked her fingers on two inches of steel instead. Bewildered, she looked up-- and straight into the coldly satisifed eyes of the man from the bar. The man who'd called her mine-rat. "That's for what you did to my brother, you filthy mine-rat. Go between and stay lost." It was so hard to wipe off his spittle from her cheek. When had that happened? And how had she gotten on the floor, anyways? She had all these marks, she had to go. Someone was waiting for her. She couldn't just sit here on this dirty floor. Where had all this blood come from? It was going to be a pain to get it out of her nice going out clothes. Maybe they would wait, the one who was waiting. She was just a little sleepy. Just a little nap, then she could go meet him (him?). Surely he'd wait just a little longer. Just... a little... longer.
CommentsK'del (K'del (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 12 Feb 2013 08:20:09 GMT. < Oh, Taikrin. ._. Good thing K'del won over Tiriana, in that instance.
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The itch. Szadath. Waiting.
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Taikrin! Noooo! ;^;
And yet, without Szadath, I can't imagine a more fitting end for our wonderful convict.
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People get you caught... but they watch your back. :(
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K'del (K'del (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 12 Feb 2013 08:20:09 GMT.
< Oh, Taikrin. ._.
Good thing K'del won over Tiriana, in that instance.
Varied (Varied (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 12 Feb 2013 08:22:17 GMT.
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The itch. Szadath. Waiting.
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 12 Feb 2013 08:54:33 GMT.
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Taikrin! Noooo! ;^;
And yet, without Szadath, I can't imagine a more fitting end for our wonderful convict.
Brieli (Brieli (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 12 Feb 2013 16:10:35 GMT.
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People get you caught... but they watch your back. :(
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