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Pandorica "Pandora" Jillet Keeva
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Falling...
Falling....
Falling.....
She could feel her feet hitting the ground silver eyes glancing back and forth as she found the tavern. Sure it was down the road...the old man was full of it, wasn't he? Her thoughts mocked her as she pushed open the door. Orbs peering at the bar she disregarded the others that were around. Most people thought of her as cold, but it was simply how she was trained.The man standing at the bar met her with an equally old gaze.
Taking a seat she sighed softly and brushed her ruby red hair from her porcelain exposed shoulder. A blade fastened to her right hip. Leather seemed to clad her frame and heeled boots adorned her feet. If looks could kill...I still can't believe that someone said that to me. Tracing a circle on the countertop she glared behind the bar."What is your strongest drink?" Her voice sounded like a melody when she spoke.
Why am I always....
Falling.....
Falling....
Falling...
(OOC: If I'm not allowed to post please let me know. I didn't see an interest check)