Post by Evylyn on Oct 19, 2007 22:55:09 GMT -5
Evylyn kept to herself as she observed each man before her. All of them looked to be bums and men that came to the bar every chance that they got, so she wouldn't feel pity when she spied on their emotions and thoughts. The more she used the power, the more she discovered about it. She was slowly able to read out a thought or two, but that action was very rare.
Her hand smacked the table and created a loud noise, making one of the fat bums jump in surprise, his eyes wide with fear. Evylyn snickered for once, glad at what her results were. She had used her power to see who had been bluffing, and it caused her to win plenty of much needed cash. "Sorry boys, but this money is mine," she sternly replied, pulling the coins closer toward her.
While carefully eyeing each man, she gently dropped each coin into the tattered pockets of the blue cloak that she was wearing. It looked as if it was about to fall apart, and she greatly needed a new one and soon. Without wasting anymore time, she stood up and quickly left the table where she had played poker, not bothering to say another word to the baffled men.
Once she had arrived in the city again, she walked over to a rather large cart which had piles of clothes set up everywhere. Her eyes soon caught a black cloak that looked somewhat like a trench coat; it had a rather large collar, had a v-neck cut, and it had large buttons that ran down the middle. It seemed as if it was made just for her. The cloak hugged her sides and was not too tight and not too loose. Since her legs were long for her figure and race, the cloak reached above her knees. She also needed shoes but sadly, the only ones available were...heels.
Evylyn gulped as she looked at herself in the mirror, giving mean glares to the whistling men that were walking by. Her new look was obviously favored by men, but it kind of made her look like a professional assassin, which she was not one bit.
Now that she had, for lack of a better word, decent clothes, she didn't know what to do next. This new look gave her a small sense of confidence, but she still didn't believe the annoying whistles and looks that the passing men gave her. It still felt like they were only lying. "Those filthy liars..." she sneered to herself, pushing money into the merchant's hands to pay for her clothes. "I'll also have that, oh and that too," she said, pointing at random objects like water canteens and small knives. She still didn't have a decent weapon, but why would she need one if she wasn't going to kill...yet?
Her hand smacked the table and created a loud noise, making one of the fat bums jump in surprise, his eyes wide with fear. Evylyn snickered for once, glad at what her results were. She had used her power to see who had been bluffing, and it caused her to win plenty of much needed cash. "Sorry boys, but this money is mine," she sternly replied, pulling the coins closer toward her.
While carefully eyeing each man, she gently dropped each coin into the tattered pockets of the blue cloak that she was wearing. It looked as if it was about to fall apart, and she greatly needed a new one and soon. Without wasting anymore time, she stood up and quickly left the table where she had played poker, not bothering to say another word to the baffled men.
Once she had arrived in the city again, she walked over to a rather large cart which had piles of clothes set up everywhere. Her eyes soon caught a black cloak that looked somewhat like a trench coat; it had a rather large collar, had a v-neck cut, and it had large buttons that ran down the middle. It seemed as if it was made just for her. The cloak hugged her sides and was not too tight and not too loose. Since her legs were long for her figure and race, the cloak reached above her knees. She also needed shoes but sadly, the only ones available were...heels.
Evylyn gulped as she looked at herself in the mirror, giving mean glares to the whistling men that were walking by. Her new look was obviously favored by men, but it kind of made her look like a professional assassin, which she was not one bit.
Now that she had, for lack of a better word, decent clothes, she didn't know what to do next. This new look gave her a small sense of confidence, but she still didn't believe the annoying whistles and looks that the passing men gave her. It still felt like they were only lying. "Those filthy liars..." she sneered to herself, pushing money into the merchant's hands to pay for her clothes. "I'll also have that, oh and that too," she said, pointing at random objects like water canteens and small knives. She still didn't have a decent weapon, but why would she need one if she wasn't going to kill...yet?