Atamita
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The streets of Antares was no place for someone as vulnerable as herself. She was a fish out of water with no way of living or thriving in Antares. Instead, she was rather what made of what causes it thrive with her dress and demeanor signaling to all with clean appearance that she's loaded.
She is, just with weight instead of money now. Her heavy luggage was hers to carry now that her hired bodyguard was gone. She could only leave it in her hand constantly as the greedy eyes around her saw luggage.
She continues to walk around with her ticket clutched in her hand looking for the infamous Leviathan that will take her home but maybe just maybe... She doesn't have to and just run far, far away on it. Far away from here also and she knows it by how unfamiliar and unaccustomed she is to the darkness, the burnt smell, and the dirt of this place.
Her distaste of Antares would soon be replaced by a more pressing matterโ a goddamn fresh pair of hands that were not her own but is now tugging on her luggage.
She screams. Her free hand smacking the head of the thief with each smack bringing a new expression of pain on the thief. Though, it might be the different decibels her shrills were ringing at in his ears causing his pain. The thief still does not relent as he continues to tug on her item. Her nails claw at him and her nails seems to be scratching out the dirt on his skin rather than any blood. Still, she fights the thief shrieking and while bashing him without a pause.
"HELP, SOMEBODY, HELP!" she screams, forgetting that this is Antares.
Goddammit! Things like this is why I don't step foot into Cascades anymore! Too much acceptance of this crap!
"YOU CAN ROB SOMEONE BETTER THAN ME!" her voice attempts to enunciate but it all comes out as a strangle of notes. The thief's ears perk at this as a momentary look of confusion don on his face before it reverts back to pain from the screams and smacking.
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