Location: Denon, District 7 -
Seven Corners.
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The hum of District 7's bright neon world filled her ears as she began one of her regular walks; departing her small apartment on the second-floor of a run-down, slummy complex off a back road, barely acknowledging the toughs standing silent watch. She paid them well enough to keep the local gangs off her turf, but generally ignored them - like she ignored the trio of tattooed teens sitting in an alcove and drinking from nondescript cans to the right of the entrance to the complex. Evening had fallen, but this city never slept... and that was how she liked it.
Denon was a wild frontier; like Coruscant in so many ways, but truly
different in all the ways that mattered. Instead of hailing a cab, the raven-haired Shadowrunner seemed entirely in her element; taking to the streets & blending into the crush like any other Discreet. Rather than adopting the classy appearance of "The Donna", this Ivory seemed more like a being born & raised in the harsh reality of a Galaxy out to eat everyone alive; a pair of knee-high leather boots with steel-capped toes protected her feet from the trash and puddles of toxic water which littered the ground, and her long, muscular legs had been coated in black leather pants which accentuated every feminine curve of her body. A mottled grey & white fur coat covered her torso, and beneath it, she wore a purple tank-top; the tattoos upon her chest prominently displayed. In a holster, tucked against her ribs, she carried a fancy blaster which
Marcella Fiora
had made for her: The FDS-IS Shatter Pistol, an immensely destructive (and immensely discreet) tool built for a singular purpose. Her black hair had been pulled back & braided, with the left side of her head completely shaved. Her demeanor, typically classy & reserved, had entirely changed.
Though she still wore the Signet Ring of The Black Hand, this woman was the total opposite of everything "The Donna" stood for.
This woman was a child of the Streets. A Criminal, a Merc, a Rebel.
Here, on Denon, Ivory was a Shadowrunner.
As she drifted through Seven Corners, she would make occasional stops; meeting what appeared to be random acquaintances outside of a bar, or poking her head into a shop to give a holler to whomever was working the counter. At one point, she accepted an open bottle of liquor from a duo of heavily-augmented, bald-headed men standing outside of a closed-up, gated shop, taking a swig from the bottle... then, appearing to make as-if she were about to leave with it, before one of the men stopped her. They shared a laugh and she handed it back, clapping the big man on a shoulder before she departed with a wave. She seemed entirely unafraid of life on the streets; as-if she were in her element.
Her friends in the District 7 Cell of Darkwire had helped initiate her into daily life on these mean streets, but after months in the Organization, she considered this massive Urban Sprawl her home-away-from-home.
Daiya
had helped her by introducing her to a few friends, pointing out safe-zones & warning her against others. She'd traveled these streets enough that she knew them by memory.
"Yo, chica!" A dark-skinned human approached her on a street-corner, calling out to her loud enough to be heard across the street. Ivory swiveled on her heel, hands tucked casually in the pockets of her jacket, angling her chin upward in greeting.
"Snaps. Whaddup, choom?" "Yo. Got them tickets you wanted." A grin blossomed on her face, and she nodded.. huddling with the street-kid in a dark corner to exchange hard credits for a data-pad... the switch made quickly. After a quiet conversation, they parted ways - but not before Ivory openly slugged him in the shoulder.
"Tell Maav I'll be by to see him." She said, to-which her dark-skinned friend flashed a knowing grin.
"Oh, he'll love that shit. Motherfucker'll be up all night with a blaster in his hand."
Ivory laughed, the sound musical & genuine.
"Yeah. He'll need more than that. Owes me twelve, the prick."
Then, she was back on the prowl.
To one familiar with the layout of 7-Corners, her slow circuit on-foot seemed to be taking her toward Cheeskar's End - a neighborhood in the district known for its Casinos, Clubs, Bars, and Restaurants. One could only guess what business she had in such a place...