||The Practical||Gory Gorim (Nikki)||
Feb 3, 2009 17:45:03 GMT -5
Post by +Unk the Ninja+ on Feb 3, 2009 17:45:03 GMT -5
The morning was bright, sunny, and Or'nri was in place. First street. February the 3rd. He had a large trench coat on, black, and strapped to his back was a small quiver of arrows and a relatively small bow. It was impossible to see them from the outside. They were designed to be small and easy to conceal.
Or'nri checked his watch, not that Nikki was late. He strolled down the street, staring a few people down, until he was given a wide berth. Eventually, when he found what he was looking for, he stopped.
It was a shop. A clothing shop, to be precise. Anybody within the vicinity (and most people were giving this weird stranger a berth of about 40 feet) would see a man looking at clothes. A fine shirt hung loosely off a manikin, and this was what Or'nri examined.
He grinned delightfully. Practicals were sooo much fun. Any time now, Nikki was due...
Or'nri checked his watch, not that Nikki was late. He strolled down the street, staring a few people down, until he was given a wide berth. Eventually, when he found what he was looking for, he stopped.
It was a shop. A clothing shop, to be precise. Anybody within the vicinity (and most people were giving this weird stranger a berth of about 40 feet) would see a man looking at clothes. A fine shirt hung loosely off a manikin, and this was what Or'nri examined.
He grinned delightfully. Practicals were sooo much fun. Any time now, Nikki was due...
