Post by Samantha "Sniper" Wolfe on Oct 7, 2012 19:41:22 GMT -5
...tick...
...tick...
...tick...
The sound resonated in her hears and she wasn't quite sure why. She'd been through many worlds, seen many things in her travels. But always there was a feeling of impending doom, as if time was running out. After awhile she learned to tune it out, to walk on and put one foot in front of the other with the appearance of the cocky gait she'd adopted since leaving Esthar and wandering the world. It was her outward appearance that many stared and glanced at, as Samantha Wolfe never really got to know many people beyond her surrogate father, as Sam never really got close with anyone. Not because it wasn't in her nature, but because...well, she never really tried.
She could talk and chat with the best of them, keeping a conversation going with anyone of any class just as easily as she could fix the most complicated of machinery. The ability was there, along with the look many found exotic; dark, tanned skin with long purple-ish black hair, a runners body with more muscles than your average female, yet none of it took away from her femininity. Her slightly glowing eyes put many off, that was her thinking, as the mako her father infused into her in the repair of her left arm illuminated her yellow orbs. But whatever the reason, Samantha Wolfe always felt like what she was looking for was right around the corner, though every time she looked it was just another everyday scene. She didn't rush, despite this feeling, and learned that if she felt that anxious feeling to ignore it, to suppress it. She looked odd enough as it was, she didn't want to attract more attention than necessary.
Luca was a big place with many people. Strange people, that was her thinking, but she really paid it no mind. It's been months since she looked in awe at anything other than landscape or cities, the people being a bore to her. She did like the dress, or lack there of. The ladies were plentiful, and the girls that had the bravery to stop and talk to Sam would often coo about her eyes. The gaggle she escaped half an hour ago were relentless, and Sam barely avoided a run in with them a second time. Okay, so maybe it was a small world. Something. She walked the city in a bored manner, still takin gin the sights before checking into a room at a inn called 'The Curvy Waif'. In her room she deposited most of her gear, only taking her weapons and gil along as she went back out a few hours later to enjoy whatever passed as a night life in the city of Luca.
As it turned out, to her surprise, it was quite enjoyable. The people were friendly, if not a bit overly touchy, and if Sam thought that the amount of people that were attracted to her eyes during the day was abundant, the amount at night, when they truly stuck out, became almost problematic. It was this that led the young girl to a more secluded part of town, her breath catching as she slowed her running. No one was chasing her, though, but the ticking that had always been present since her time in Esthar was getting louder, more persistent.
...tick...
...tick...
...tick...
Mako infused eyes closed, the glow disappearing for a moment as the woman rubbed her eyes with the palm of her hand in a show of slight distress. It was a habit she'd had since she was a child, and one that continued to give away her feelings about any given situation. The ticking noise set her on edge now, the feeling of despair becoming solid, almost tangible. Sam slammed her back against the wall of a nearby alley and sank down, gulping huge breaths of fresh air though it never seemed to be enough. She thought back to her life since her father, thought back to how she's lived her life. The only real contact she had were with the various women she'd met along the way who she'd eyed and conquered, and with the various mechanics and tinkerers that she'd met who needed help and were willing to pay. Both sets of people hardly spoke, hardly needed to, and action was the only thing they required. Sam knew she could provide both in spades and often did.
It was the sound of someone muttering that made the tall girl look up from her brooding, as well as something else. She couldn't quite place a finger on it, but...there was something different about how the world was now as to how it was mere moments ago. Quickly the dark skinned woman stood up, brushing off her rear absentmindedly before she peered around from the alley she was in and up and down the mostly empty street. A few lights here and there were on, some party-goers dotted the sidewalk, drunkenly stumbling along. It was still early by Luca standards, though Sam didn't know that. Instead she paid more attention to the familiar sound of someone tinkering with...something, and like a moth to the flame Sam followed that sweet music.
The woman she found was stunning, tall and blond with a lithe, toned body that only someone like Sam could appreciate. She was a fighter, this one, with a blue catsuit covering up all the important bits but leaving just enough for Sam's rather overactive mind to fill in the blanks. And fill those blanks it did, with the brunette leaning against the door to the garage the other woman was in, her head tilted sideways as she took in those week long legs and unconsciously licked her lips. She loved the female form in all ways, but the legs had to be her favorite part.
“Workin' hard, luv?” Sam rasped out, her whiskey-on-the-rocks voice a bit huskier than normal thanks to disuse and the liquor she'd drank earlier that happened to burn the back of her throat. “Ah'm pretty good with tha mechanics of all sorts, savvy? Kind of'a gift, ah guess.”
Then the woman turned to look at Sam, and it was then that the gunslinger noticed what was different.
...
The ticking had stopped.
...tick...
...tick...
The sound resonated in her hears and she wasn't quite sure why. She'd been through many worlds, seen many things in her travels. But always there was a feeling of impending doom, as if time was running out. After awhile she learned to tune it out, to walk on and put one foot in front of the other with the appearance of the cocky gait she'd adopted since leaving Esthar and wandering the world. It was her outward appearance that many stared and glanced at, as Samantha Wolfe never really got to know many people beyond her surrogate father, as Sam never really got close with anyone. Not because it wasn't in her nature, but because...well, she never really tried.
She could talk and chat with the best of them, keeping a conversation going with anyone of any class just as easily as she could fix the most complicated of machinery. The ability was there, along with the look many found exotic; dark, tanned skin with long purple-ish black hair, a runners body with more muscles than your average female, yet none of it took away from her femininity. Her slightly glowing eyes put many off, that was her thinking, as the mako her father infused into her in the repair of her left arm illuminated her yellow orbs. But whatever the reason, Samantha Wolfe always felt like what she was looking for was right around the corner, though every time she looked it was just another everyday scene. She didn't rush, despite this feeling, and learned that if she felt that anxious feeling to ignore it, to suppress it. She looked odd enough as it was, she didn't want to attract more attention than necessary.
Luca was a big place with many people. Strange people, that was her thinking, but she really paid it no mind. It's been months since she looked in awe at anything other than landscape or cities, the people being a bore to her. She did like the dress, or lack there of. The ladies were plentiful, and the girls that had the bravery to stop and talk to Sam would often coo about her eyes. The gaggle she escaped half an hour ago were relentless, and Sam barely avoided a run in with them a second time. Okay, so maybe it was a small world. Something. She walked the city in a bored manner, still takin gin the sights before checking into a room at a inn called 'The Curvy Waif'. In her room she deposited most of her gear, only taking her weapons and gil along as she went back out a few hours later to enjoy whatever passed as a night life in the city of Luca.
As it turned out, to her surprise, it was quite enjoyable. The people were friendly, if not a bit overly touchy, and if Sam thought that the amount of people that were attracted to her eyes during the day was abundant, the amount at night, when they truly stuck out, became almost problematic. It was this that led the young girl to a more secluded part of town, her breath catching as she slowed her running. No one was chasing her, though, but the ticking that had always been present since her time in Esthar was getting louder, more persistent.
...tick...
...tick...
...tick...
Mako infused eyes closed, the glow disappearing for a moment as the woman rubbed her eyes with the palm of her hand in a show of slight distress. It was a habit she'd had since she was a child, and one that continued to give away her feelings about any given situation. The ticking noise set her on edge now, the feeling of despair becoming solid, almost tangible. Sam slammed her back against the wall of a nearby alley and sank down, gulping huge breaths of fresh air though it never seemed to be enough. She thought back to her life since her father, thought back to how she's lived her life. The only real contact she had were with the various women she'd met along the way who she'd eyed and conquered, and with the various mechanics and tinkerers that she'd met who needed help and were willing to pay. Both sets of people hardly spoke, hardly needed to, and action was the only thing they required. Sam knew she could provide both in spades and often did.
It was the sound of someone muttering that made the tall girl look up from her brooding, as well as something else. She couldn't quite place a finger on it, but...there was something different about how the world was now as to how it was mere moments ago. Quickly the dark skinned woman stood up, brushing off her rear absentmindedly before she peered around from the alley she was in and up and down the mostly empty street. A few lights here and there were on, some party-goers dotted the sidewalk, drunkenly stumbling along. It was still early by Luca standards, though Sam didn't know that. Instead she paid more attention to the familiar sound of someone tinkering with...something, and like a moth to the flame Sam followed that sweet music.
The woman she found was stunning, tall and blond with a lithe, toned body that only someone like Sam could appreciate. She was a fighter, this one, with a blue catsuit covering up all the important bits but leaving just enough for Sam's rather overactive mind to fill in the blanks. And fill those blanks it did, with the brunette leaning against the door to the garage the other woman was in, her head tilted sideways as she took in those week long legs and unconsciously licked her lips. She loved the female form in all ways, but the legs had to be her favorite part.
“Workin' hard, luv?” Sam rasped out, her whiskey-on-the-rocks voice a bit huskier than normal thanks to disuse and the liquor she'd drank earlier that happened to burn the back of her throat. “Ah'm pretty good with tha mechanics of all sorts, savvy? Kind of'a gift, ah guess.”
Then the woman turned to look at Sam, and it was then that the gunslinger noticed what was different.
...
The ticking had stopped.