05-27-2013, 08:00 PM
Looking for friends. Feel free to jump in.
She laughed softly, the bartender glanced at the outsider briefly. The freelancer sat on the corner of the bar, where it met the wall, from here she had a good view of the door and the many booths hugging the wall, only thing behind her was the bathroom door. Under the poor illumination most of her features where hidden.
Dayayra was having fun with one of her silly observations. Despite travelling quite a bit around Sirius she never found a place that DID NOT have a bar... And she never a place where she was not an outsider.
One thing she always had to deal with back in Canaria was her affiliations. Her dad was a Zoner and she was born on Canaria, that would label her a Zoner. Only problem is that she did not look at all like one of them, her mom was a settler from Crete and it might be that the harsh conditions made her genes just as resistant or something... She looked more like her mom than anything else.
"Tu sabe una cosa?" Her mom would sometimes jokingly say. "I think I got myself pregnant 'cause I can't see your pa's contribution here."
When she started escorting trades around the omega system they would sometimes hear a joke about her being a Corsair, a pirate. Most of the time she would not even get a job because of her looks. Curly brown hair, brown eyes and brown skin with a tint of... She looked at her bare forearms for a second. Red? Either she would get her 'escort service' offers denied or get a counter offer for another type of 'escort service'. She was short and had wide hips that made her walk a certain way and enough meat on the right places, that was about the only benefit of having that gene pool.
Amongst the Zoners she was the pirate. And now that she moved from the borderworlds to liberty she was the Zoner.
Still, she made a name for herself as a freelancer, danced on both sides of the law, never getting herself to committed, made herself a few enemies but also a few friends. But never really found a place to fit in, not fully at least.
USI was the best thing that had happened to her and it was all thanks to Thomas Cromwell, the next best thing that had happened to her, but the first would not had happened without the second.
A sip of whiskey made her focus on what she was thinking to begin with. She felt the familiar feeling of someone looking at her and looked up, the barman quickly turned away. He had tried mixing her drink with something called cola which tasted horrible and when she asked for the undiluted thing he looked at her like if she was crazy or something.
She was twenty three years old and had twenty five years of experience, she knew how to handle it, on top of that she drunk almost everyday. She felt the urge to sit on that stool and drink until closing time just to show him.
Another sip brought her back to her line of thought.
Security Officer with USI, the first real job she had if she ever officially had one, the first place she felt like she belonged to. Freelancing was now a part time thing that paid quite well but was also quite dangerous. Working for USI was relatively safer but more constant and reliable.
She felt good there, she got along with her colleagues, they where all good guys and treated her like on of their own. Roxx, Clovis, Jack, Thomas... Roxx... Clovis... That is where the list ended. Most everyone else at Trenton treated her like what she was, an outsider. Some made not so subtle hints showing how much they did not trust her. And some... She had to try real hard to not smash a bottle on their heads.
She reckoned it would be the same anywhere, she could not speak whatever they spoke in Gallia, she was not well liked in Brettonia, Rheinlanders where kind enough to try and speak english but those thick accents and big mustaches scared her.
And Crete? Who would wanna go there? Well, maybe one day her freelancing gig would take her there, she was still in good terms with the Corsairs, so maybe she could someday escort someone crazy enough to go to Crete and have a look for herself.
She brought the glass to her mouth and sucked on nothing but air.
She laughed softly, the bartender glanced at the outsider briefly. The freelancer sat on the corner of the bar, where it met the wall, from here she had a good view of the door and the many booths hugging the wall, only thing behind her was the bathroom door. Under the poor illumination most of her features where hidden.
Dayayra was having fun with one of her silly observations. Despite travelling quite a bit around Sirius she never found a place that DID NOT have a bar... And she never a place where she was not an outsider.
One thing she always had to deal with back in Canaria was her affiliations. Her dad was a Zoner and she was born on Canaria, that would label her a Zoner. Only problem is that she did not look at all like one of them, her mom was a settler from Crete and it might be that the harsh conditions made her genes just as resistant or something... She looked more like her mom than anything else.
"Tu sabe una cosa?" Her mom would sometimes jokingly say. "I think I got myself pregnant 'cause I can't see your pa's contribution here."
When she started escorting trades around the omega system they would sometimes hear a joke about her being a Corsair, a pirate. Most of the time she would not even get a job because of her looks. Curly brown hair, brown eyes and brown skin with a tint of... She looked at her bare forearms for a second. Red? Either she would get her 'escort service' offers denied or get a counter offer for another type of 'escort service'. She was short and had wide hips that made her walk a certain way and enough meat on the right places, that was about the only benefit of having that gene pool.
Amongst the Zoners she was the pirate. And now that she moved from the borderworlds to liberty she was the Zoner.
Still, she made a name for herself as a freelancer, danced on both sides of the law, never getting herself to committed, made herself a few enemies but also a few friends. But never really found a place to fit in, not fully at least.
USI was the best thing that had happened to her and it was all thanks to Thomas Cromwell, the next best thing that had happened to her, but the first would not had happened without the second.
A sip of whiskey made her focus on what she was thinking to begin with. She felt the familiar feeling of someone looking at her and looked up, the barman quickly turned away. He had tried mixing her drink with something called cola which tasted horrible and when she asked for the undiluted thing he looked at her like if she was crazy or something.
She was twenty three years old and had twenty five years of experience, she knew how to handle it, on top of that she drunk almost everyday. She felt the urge to sit on that stool and drink until closing time just to show him.
Another sip brought her back to her line of thought.
Security Officer with USI, the first real job she had if she ever officially had one, the first place she felt like she belonged to. Freelancing was now a part time thing that paid quite well but was also quite dangerous. Working for USI was relatively safer but more constant and reliable.
She felt good there, she got along with her colleagues, they where all good guys and treated her like on of their own. Roxx, Clovis, Jack, Thomas... Roxx... Clovis... That is where the list ended. Most everyone else at Trenton treated her like what she was, an outsider. Some made not so subtle hints showing how much they did not trust her. And some... She had to try real hard to not smash a bottle on their heads.
She reckoned it would be the same anywhere, she could not speak whatever they spoke in Gallia, she was not well liked in Brettonia, Rheinlanders where kind enough to try and speak english but those thick accents and big mustaches scared her.
And Crete? Who would wanna go there? Well, maybe one day her freelancing gig would take her there, she was still in good terms with the Corsairs, so maybe she could someday escort someone crazy enough to go to Crete and have a look for herself.
She brought the glass to her mouth and sucked on nothing but air.