Yet another heist...
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<closed> Yet another heist...
Nemora was walking through the higher city streets. It was the end of the month and she felt like getting some extra cash to celebrate a random holiday. More like, she was bored. The higher city streets always had something eye catching and worth fencing for some good cold cash. As she walked past several jewelry shops, she knew where she would be returning when night fell.
She didn't dress as if she belonged in the neighborhood, but as long as the 'cops' didn't stop her, she would be fine. Looking back on her life, she didn't exactly regret where she was now, but she wasn't exactly happy either. Then again, she already forgotten the feeling of happiness, having had other negative feelings over shadow it instead. Her life had not been an easy one, but it certainly wasn't the worst either. She didn't fear death, but she also didn't yearn for it. It was a feeling of indifference, a feeling she held for many things that happened in life.
Even after leaving the captain and his army, she had no where to go and no one to turn to. the people she once knew from a life long ago no longer existed, or had moved on. Still, she knew getting the...small bit of blackmail to ensure her freedom was better than a living a life of deceit as an undercover operative was worth it. She had no regrets about leaving.
As she left the higher streets and entered the lower streets, her mind once again took a walk down memory lane. Some things were just too hard to forget. Maybe the bar would help make things better...
bar (Washing it away...)
She didn't dress as if she belonged in the neighborhood, but as long as the 'cops' didn't stop her, she would be fine. Looking back on her life, she didn't exactly regret where she was now, but she wasn't exactly happy either. Then again, she already forgotten the feeling of happiness, having had other negative feelings over shadow it instead. Her life had not been an easy one, but it certainly wasn't the worst either. She didn't fear death, but she also didn't yearn for it. It was a feeling of indifference, a feeling she held for many things that happened in life.
Even after leaving the captain and his army, she had no where to go and no one to turn to. the people she once knew from a life long ago no longer existed, or had moved on. Still, she knew getting the...small bit of blackmail to ensure her freedom was better than a living a life of deceit as an undercover operative was worth it. She had no regrets about leaving.
As she left the higher streets and entered the lower streets, her mind once again took a walk down memory lane. Some things were just too hard to forget. Maybe the bar would help make things better...
bar (Washing it away...)
shadowwithin- Waking Up
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Age : 35
Registration date : 2007-12-06
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