04-15-2014, 06:47 PM
Here is something that 99.9% of people who have ever and will ever know Kali will never learn. Kali's hair is a natural and very curly brown. She straightens it and dyes it every night for her appearance's sake, but when she was embraced it was in no way the unnatural red that you see from her in modern nights. This hair is curled around her head as her eyes snap open, wide with the panic that they usually are upon waking. Her nightmares haunt her each day and it's never the most welcome of awakenings, but she makes do. Rubbing images of--well, let's not get into that--out of her eyes, she sits up and she looks around.
Something is odd about this, she realizes as she looks at her clock. She knows sunrise and sunset times; she needs to know them, to plan her meetings. She never wakes up this early. She isn't a late sleeper, but still...
Tonight, the hair is forgotten as the first thing she covers. She doesn't bother to get dressed even as she pads her way around the home that is NOT her apartment and not her businesses, checking with people. She gets the word from, and this just seems wrong. Why would they possibly be waking up soo--
"Dammit," she says suddenly, as a thought occurs to her. "God motherfucking dammit son of a puta en botas de cuero futu-i pizda ma-tii..." This string of profanity--which runs through English, Spanish and Romani--lasts well over a couple minutes, uninterrupted. She's a very creative swearer.
Once it's done, she calms down. Heads to get ready for the night. (Luckily, she had extra time for this whole rant thanks to waking up early.) And just before she works her way through her hair, she drops off a text message to a certain Lasombra from her "business" phone. It has comes up as "Madame Kwan's Korean Dog Grooming and Restaraunt Delivery" for anyone who might look up the number.
Rose and shone while it was nearly shining. Have a bad feeling. You?
Something is odd about this, she realizes as she looks at her clock. She knows sunrise and sunset times; she needs to know them, to plan her meetings. She never wakes up this early. She isn't a late sleeper, but still...
Tonight, the hair is forgotten as the first thing she covers. She doesn't bother to get dressed even as she pads her way around the home that is NOT her apartment and not her businesses, checking with people. She gets the word from, and this just seems wrong. Why would they possibly be waking up soo--
"Dammit," she says suddenly, as a thought occurs to her. "God motherfucking dammit son of a puta en botas de cuero futu-i pizda ma-tii..." This string of profanity--which runs through English, Spanish and Romani--lasts well over a couple minutes, uninterrupted. She's a very creative swearer.
Once it's done, she calms down. Heads to get ready for the night. (Luckily, she had extra time for this whole rant thanks to waking up early.) And just before she works her way through her hair, she drops off a text message to a certain Lasombra from her "business" phone. It has comes up as "Madame Kwan's Korean Dog Grooming and Restaraunt Delivery" for anyone who might look up the number.
Rose and shone while it was nearly shining. Have a bad feeling. You?
"The anger of a good man is not a problem. Good men have too many rules."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."