Post by Elizaveta Héderváry on Oct 9, 2010 22:16:13 GMT -5
There came a time in every mercenary's life that they were stuck in a rut, unfortunately for Sorin that time was now. Sitting in this smokey and loud German bar the dark haired Romanian frowned at the few remaining coins she had and placed her finger on one, moving it in small circles with a sigh. Luckily for her, you did not have to pay to just sit in a bar, but Sorin could only look enviously at the other men drinking happily, granted a bar maid had given 'him' a free drink and a flirtatious; ah, the joys of looking like a man.
Unfortunately, her 'gentlemanly charm' or 'boyish good looks' would not give her a free place to stay.
Sorin sighed and propped her elbow up on the table, dumping her chin in her palm, still looking at the money spread out in front of her, like she was waiting for it to quadruple suddenly in value. Now, of coarse, there were alternative ways of getting money, selling some of her possessions or pawning them off. There were two problems with that route: the first was that she had nothing to value to pawn off, everything that would be was back in the manor. The second was something from her upper-class upbringing forbade her to sink to such a low level as pawning her possessions off to some shaggy man in an alleyway. She could almost hear her father berating her for even thinking of it.
"Honestly, Sorin! I raised you well enough to know not to do something so foolish as pawn something off!"
How ironic that whenever her conscious scolded her it sounded like her father.
The golden eyed girl sighed again and took of her newsboy cap, lifting her head and ruffling her dark locks with both hands. Sorin looked to the still half-full glass of beer left for her and scrunched her nose in disgust, she honestly didn't get the appeal of German beer. Maybe it was just her, but the drink left a bad taste in her mouth and had left her licking her teeth for several minutes. Again, her upbringing might have something to do with her dislike.
"You are just distracting yourself now." Sorin told herself sternly, scooping her shallow funds off the well-worn dark wood table and into her hand and placing them in her pocket. It looked like she would be sleeping on the streets tonight, the idea alone made her back and neck feel sore. She would face that when the time came, for the time being she was glad to have a roof over her head.
Unfortunately, her 'gentlemanly charm' or 'boyish good looks' would not give her a free place to stay.
Sorin sighed and propped her elbow up on the table, dumping her chin in her palm, still looking at the money spread out in front of her, like she was waiting for it to quadruple suddenly in value. Now, of coarse, there were alternative ways of getting money, selling some of her possessions or pawning them off. There were two problems with that route: the first was that she had nothing to value to pawn off, everything that would be was back in the manor. The second was something from her upper-class upbringing forbade her to sink to such a low level as pawning her possessions off to some shaggy man in an alleyway. She could almost hear her father berating her for even thinking of it.
"Honestly, Sorin! I raised you well enough to know not to do something so foolish as pawn something off!"
How ironic that whenever her conscious scolded her it sounded like her father.
The golden eyed girl sighed again and took of her newsboy cap, lifting her head and ruffling her dark locks with both hands. Sorin looked to the still half-full glass of beer left for her and scrunched her nose in disgust, she honestly didn't get the appeal of German beer. Maybe it was just her, but the drink left a bad taste in her mouth and had left her licking her teeth for several minutes. Again, her upbringing might have something to do with her dislike.
"You are just distracting yourself now." Sorin told herself sternly, scooping her shallow funds off the well-worn dark wood table and into her hand and placing them in her pocket. It looked like she would be sleeping on the streets tonight, the idea alone made her back and neck feel sore. She would face that when the time came, for the time being she was glad to have a roof over her head.