Cora Passek
An Angel with a Shotgun
Corellia - The local Home Improvement Shopping Super Store
Life certainly had changed in the last few months. Not that she was complaining too much, it had after all put things back into crystal clear perspective. Between being kicked from what had been her home for nothing more than mistaken identity and working back to her roots, with vengeance close to her black little heart, it was time to get back to work once more. No more distractions.
The recent events were not without consequence. Not that she'd ever admit it, but those hard times had also woken something inside her, though she was hardly aware. The Force and everything to do with it, Cora could only consider as voodoo magic. Nothing to worry on. Not a thing to fear, or so she tried to tell herself. None the less Cora was left with a growing darkness in her mind. One that she refused to acknowledge. Never would she be force sensitive, no matter what happened.
Just an ordinary day, and an ordinary blonde shopping, or so it seemed on the surface. Though, there was hardly a thing about Cora that was ordinary. Wandering slowly between daunting shelves of flowers, leafy green plants, flesh eating plants locked behind sturdy doors and numerous varieties of pots from floor to ceiling, she walked looking for one particular section within the plant department.
A few minutes of wandering left her standing before a wall of bags filled with assorted varieties of fertilizer. Her eyes moved slowly across the options presented, debating the chemical properties of a good two dozen options. "Last time I was here, they never had this many choices..." She grumbled aloud, slightly annoyed as she flipped bags over, looking for just the right ratio of seemingly innocent substances. Her lips twisted in concentration looking for just the right combination that was bound to make someone's day go to hell in a hand-basket.
For a rare change, feeling somewhat safe on Corellia, Cora wasn't watching every move of those around her. Right now, she was solely focused on the task at hand. Leaning down, she finally spotted what she'd been looking for. "Knew they'd never ditch the good stuff." Spoken softly too herself. She only paused for a brief moment to calculate how much she needed exactly, and how many trips would be required to avoid any suspicion being drawn to such purchases.
Idly, she counted what was present on the shelf right then. Maybe will have to wait a day or two for them to restock. Never carry enough for what is needed. If only such a thing as Terrorists R Us existed. Wouldn't that make life so much easier? For the moment the aisle had been empty, and honestly she expected it to stay that way. After all no one was that into gardening these days.
[member="Valik"]
Life certainly had changed in the last few months. Not that she was complaining too much, it had after all put things back into crystal clear perspective. Between being kicked from what had been her home for nothing more than mistaken identity and working back to her roots, with vengeance close to her black little heart, it was time to get back to work once more. No more distractions.
The recent events were not without consequence. Not that she'd ever admit it, but those hard times had also woken something inside her, though she was hardly aware. The Force and everything to do with it, Cora could only consider as voodoo magic. Nothing to worry on. Not a thing to fear, or so she tried to tell herself. None the less Cora was left with a growing darkness in her mind. One that she refused to acknowledge. Never would she be force sensitive, no matter what happened.
Just an ordinary day, and an ordinary blonde shopping, or so it seemed on the surface. Though, there was hardly a thing about Cora that was ordinary. Wandering slowly between daunting shelves of flowers, leafy green plants, flesh eating plants locked behind sturdy doors and numerous varieties of pots from floor to ceiling, she walked looking for one particular section within the plant department.
A few minutes of wandering left her standing before a wall of bags filled with assorted varieties of fertilizer. Her eyes moved slowly across the options presented, debating the chemical properties of a good two dozen options. "Last time I was here, they never had this many choices..." She grumbled aloud, slightly annoyed as she flipped bags over, looking for just the right ratio of seemingly innocent substances. Her lips twisted in concentration looking for just the right combination that was bound to make someone's day go to hell in a hand-basket.
For a rare change, feeling somewhat safe on Corellia, Cora wasn't watching every move of those around her. Right now, she was solely focused on the task at hand. Leaning down, she finally spotted what she'd been looking for. "Knew they'd never ditch the good stuff." Spoken softly too herself. She only paused for a brief moment to calculate how much she needed exactly, and how many trips would be required to avoid any suspicion being drawn to such purchases.
Idly, she counted what was present on the shelf right then. Maybe will have to wait a day or two for them to restock. Never carry enough for what is needed. If only such a thing as Terrorists R Us existed. Wouldn't that make life so much easier? For the moment the aisle had been empty, and honestly she expected it to stay that way. After all no one was that into gardening these days.
[member="Valik"]