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Months had passed her by in a blur or rather a fog. In all her long years of life, she had never met with a problem she couldn’t overcome. Never come across an impasse she couldn’t cross, and yet, such a thing had happened. In a sense, she found it comically funny. Of course the humor of it all eluded her. Even now, as she dragged herself into the foyer of the Rishi Casino and Resort, home to her one night stand and one-time business partner, Jack Tamblyn. It was strange to stand in a place she once revelled in and despised. Now, as she crossed the threshold and felt the cooling blast of recycled, artificial air all she felt was revulsion and a little self-pity. Mostly revulsion. A grimace followed by an unnatural frown crossed her visage as she stood there, miffed. Why had she come? Was it to see Jack? To possibly explore something that could be between them?
Even as she thought of such things she couldn’t believe it. Long ago she had cast off any notion of romance or the fantasies that sprang from them. Pausing from her thoughts, she sighed heavily and brought a well manicured hand to her head in order to scratch a particularly irritating knot. Bah! This is bantha poodoo. She then frowned and scruched her face up in a manner of mock courage. Whatever her reasons for being there, she would uncover them. This she vowed as she made her way closer to the concierge desk further into the lobby. As she slunk between the gawking tourists, the rich, the corrupt, the political, she felt herself melt away. In a sense, it was as if she were returned. For the first time in months, she felt almost like her old self. As she passed by several tourists, the males among them turn to gaze upon her in all her fabricated beauty and charm.
They watch her slither passed them, watched her forced smile and she watched them swoon. Even as she felt like she did, it still brought her a measure of satisfaction to know she still had that indefinable quality. It brought a deliciously evil smirk to her lips that scared them off. She felt herself wanting pout, but could not muster the energy to do so. Even as she passed by a floor length mirror, she barely stopped to glance upon herself. Still in that moment, she saw herself properly done up - well, to the untrained eye that is. To the observant eye, they’d spot chinks in her armor. It was less polished, the veneer was gone. Still, she supposed it would suffice.
Approaching the counter, she stopped and smiled as someone approached. They made small-talk, quaint, but also annoying. It was funny how a few months could make people forget. “I’m here to see Jack Tamblyn,” she said when the female employee fell silent. After the pause came a quizzical look followed by uncertainty. Xora’s eyes narrowed at the young woman. She frowned. The help sure weren’t helpful. She thought of many and more spiteful, hurtful things to say to the woman, instead she just frowned. Hard.
“Its business, alright?” her hand thrummed atop the countertop impatiently. Another lengthy pause passed between them. She sighed exasperatedly. “Shoo! Go!” Her eyes rolled as the woman disappeared. Help! Always useless, unfortunately necessary.
(Sorry. Not my best. I'm rusty, I guess. >.>)
Even as she thought of such things she couldn’t believe it. Long ago she had cast off any notion of romance or the fantasies that sprang from them. Pausing from her thoughts, she sighed heavily and brought a well manicured hand to her head in order to scratch a particularly irritating knot. Bah! This is bantha poodoo. She then frowned and scruched her face up in a manner of mock courage. Whatever her reasons for being there, she would uncover them. This she vowed as she made her way closer to the concierge desk further into the lobby. As she slunk between the gawking tourists, the rich, the corrupt, the political, she felt herself melt away. In a sense, it was as if she were returned. For the first time in months, she felt almost like her old self. As she passed by several tourists, the males among them turn to gaze upon her in all her fabricated beauty and charm.
They watch her slither passed them, watched her forced smile and she watched them swoon. Even as she felt like she did, it still brought her a measure of satisfaction to know she still had that indefinable quality. It brought a deliciously evil smirk to her lips that scared them off. She felt herself wanting pout, but could not muster the energy to do so. Even as she passed by a floor length mirror, she barely stopped to glance upon herself. Still in that moment, she saw herself properly done up - well, to the untrained eye that is. To the observant eye, they’d spot chinks in her armor. It was less polished, the veneer was gone. Still, she supposed it would suffice.
Approaching the counter, she stopped and smiled as someone approached. They made small-talk, quaint, but also annoying. It was funny how a few months could make people forget. “I’m here to see Jack Tamblyn,” she said when the female employee fell silent. After the pause came a quizzical look followed by uncertainty. Xora’s eyes narrowed at the young woman. She frowned. The help sure weren’t helpful. She thought of many and more spiteful, hurtful things to say to the woman, instead she just frowned. Hard.
“Its business, alright?” her hand thrummed atop the countertop impatiently. Another lengthy pause passed between them. She sighed exasperatedly. “Shoo! Go!” Her eyes rolled as the woman disappeared. Help! Always useless, unfortunately necessary.
(Sorry. Not my best. I'm rusty, I guess. >.>)