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[wont_be_me]

WHO: Carla & You
WHAT: Carla doing Carla things
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Kirkwall & Gallows
NOTES: Carla is a jerk.

BOOK

Who makes the best soap in this disgusting town. CMM

DAY

She doesn't look like a Rifter. Quickly enough, she's replaced all of the clothing she arrived in, folded them up and placed them inside trunk in the room she only sometimes visits back on the Gallows island. No longer the spaceship mechanic in black leather and chrome, she's now in much softer browns, a warm fur vest, linen shirts. She is immaculately cleaned and groomed for such a work-ready appearance, and might've faired a little better impersonating a Lady but... Really, there was always time for that. It also wouldn't have been the first time, so the thrill and novelty might've been worn off the game.

For now, this look suits her purposes. She's able to wheedle her way into odd jobs for odd prizes and rewards. Sometimes it's money, sometimes its tobacco, sometimes a pretty knife, sometimes a promise for later. She's always appreciated the facts of bartering. It was a lesson she'd learned for herself, in spite of her father's promises that money ruled everything. (Maybe she didn't find it that entertaining to feign to be an upper class woman... because she was one.) That had been Jorge's game. This is hers. The give and take of influence, promises, secrets. If she happens to accrue a bit of money along the way, so be it.

[ Wanna do some trading let's go. ]

READING UP

She probably took that book from the library. Her respect for how difficult any one of the books might be to replace should it be damaged is... non-existent. What does she care? She's wandering around with her nose in it, idly sidestepping obstacles without really glancing up. Until she finally does bump into something that isn't moving. She hits it with the book.

"Get out of my way."

NIGHT

The taverns are beginning to dislike it when she shows up. No one has quite gone so far as to ban her out, as she doesn't come every night, but every time she comes... Her games of cards turn sour, her flirtations messy. She pits the drunks against one another for the fun of it. There are certain patrons who appreciate the show of it all, but it's certainly not everyone's favorite.

She also doesn't drink. She's the sober demon in the room plying the inebriated with her petty games. Stealing their women and husbands, and their coin, without really giving back much of anything to anyone...

[ Flesh out as you like. Wildcardy for various 'at the bar' things. ]

NIGHT PART 2

It's also not terribly unusual for someone she's irritated to follow her out at the end of the night. A few blocks from the front door and they're calling out to her: Hey, bitch!

She turns amiably, familiar with the beckoning.

[ Flesh out as you like! Intervene, help, observe, etc. ]

WILDCARD

[ She's around. Let's do a thing. ]

Comments

night.

[eruit]

Hanzo does not spend as much time in the taverns as he used to; what they could offer him clouds his mind and there are plans for him to consider, things for him to do, a place in Tevinter for him to reclaim. He comes briefly, now, to refill a bottle he carries at his hip, to listen in and peek at conversation, to do something with his time and his energy other than wallow and plot.

He watches from the side, head tilted, eyes flicking over her before he breathes out. When he finds her alone for a moment, he speaks quietly.

"You should be careful."

[wont_be_me]

The woman finishes removing the shell from a peanut and puts it in her mouth, eyebrows raised. Unlike everyone else who just tosses the shells to the barroom floor, she is carefully collecting them inside of an empty cup.

"Is that a threat?"

If it is, she certainly doesn't seem threatened by it.

[eruit]

Hanzo tilts his head, watching for a little longer, before he shakes his head. He is trying to do his best, here - trying to help, which feels uncomfortable for him. He imagines it must appear just as awkward and on edge to this stranger.

"No. Simply a suggestion."

Eyes flicking over her, he motions to the bar.

"Have another drink."

[wont_be_me]

"I don't," she answers blandly, starting to pull apart another peanut shell in her clean and finely manicured fingers. "I could list off the effects alcohols have on your organs, but it would bore you."

Which really, was the point when she did such things. Being an eidetic, who remembered everything she ever read, gave her the very irritating ability to rattle off tedious information at great length.

"They also make you slow and stupid."

[eruit]

"I did not say that it would be alcohol. They have water here too." Though he cannot promise that it is the healthiest of waters, given the situation in Kirkwall and the nature of the docks, but it is at least something. The gourd at his side hangs heavy, but he says nothing, from settling on his face.

There was a time where he had slaves to do this for him. How far removed he is from Tevinter now.

"Taking advantage of people who are mindless will not bring you friends."

[wont_be_me]

"Do I look lonely?" there's something viciously mocking in the way she says this, in the way she looks directly in to his face and smiles. "Do I look like I could use a friend to comfort me?"

She molds her expression into mournfulness for just a moment, someone nervous about reaching out to others, so here she was sitting in this bar, feeling a fool all alone in her corner with her peanuts. Then she rolls her eyes and turns back to them, breaking the nuts open is at least keeping her hands busy.

"And your water's filthy, I'm going to guess no one here cares much about parasites. The beer's safer in that regard."

[eruit]

Hanzo pauses for a moment, settling briefly before he breathes out. Hanging around a bar is not something he is entirely comfortable with, and he feels sharply on edge before he breathes out; this is not what he is comfortable with, but at least he has made the attempt.

He plucks the gourd from his hip and takes a sip before he breathes out.

"So you will continue to do this?"

[wont_be_me]

"Yeah, unless you're taking me home."

She doesn't even bother to look at him or flirt with that one. Her total dismissal that he has it in him is implied.

[eruit]

"That is not my intention. I have no desire -"

He feels like there's a pinch in his nose and he frowns, shaking his head before he puts his gourd away.

"They will remove you soon."

[wont_be_me]

She turns her head slightly, eyes narrow with challenging amusement. No desire. Clearly old man.

"What a tragedy that would be."

[eruit]

His lips thin, just a little, giving her a surly look before he breathes out and shakes his head.

"You will run out of places to spend your time."

[wont_be_me]

"By the time they kick me out I'll be bored of this game anyway," she answers languidly. Like she's been here and done this before. Like there were a million little bars, dives, and dens that she's riddled and roasted until they told her she couldn't come back. Only a couple of them ended up on fire.