Nervous Ninny | Open

An uncomfortable tug here or there at the skirt, as if she could make it longer, and a slight bite on her lip as she did it, gave off the impression that the girl was not wearing something she would have picked out for herself. An uncomfortable fiddling with her glasses, perhaps to keep her hands off her skirt, showed off the pet mark around her wrist, the one that hung from a delicate charm bracelet. The mark that hung there proclaimed the girl as belonging to one Ariette DeMarco. The woman who was known for lending out her “pets” to the Monarch.

The woman who technically didn’t even exist. Neither did the human girl who seemed oh so uncomfortable in what she was wearing. If Shi could have smirked, dammit she would have. But she was way too damn good at holding up whatever illusion she was currently rocking, whatever persona was currently hiding her true face as the Informant of the city. Too. Damn. Good.

But there was a reason Vin kept her around, why she was one of only two females that the man trusted on his council when he notoriously hated listening to the “gentler” gender.

The glasses kept anyone from noticing the way that her eyes shone back in the swirling lights of the club, they just assumed that it was the glasses flashing back. Though, the blue contacts did nearly the same thing as well. The leather skirt, bandeau, and vest she was rocking had come from one of her many closets. Each one carefully separated so that way no one could see her wearing one thing in different personas. She hadn’t been a spy for over two hundred years for nothing. She knew her shit. Her hair was yanked back in a severe French twist, to disguise the very long length of it—it was easier to do more with it when it was long—and temporarily a dark blonde in color.

And she had a pretty damn fresh bite mark on her neck, clearly visible. No one needed to know that it was from her lover from a few minutes ago and not from a vamp that she belonged to taking a crack.

She was hanging out in the middle floor of Indulgence because that was where shit happened! She was currently wearing Gekek, her human persona because who noticed a human milling about? People would say whatever they wanted to. And the Gekek persona that she had developed for herself was so shy, well, she would just fade away into the background, letting Shi get the information she needed and wanted so badly. She enjoyed playing this sort of game and did it often.

The club was busy as all get out tonight. It almost made her wish she had come disguised up as Ayasha. The only known spy, only known connection to the Informant, Shi had developed Ayasha on purpose to send her out as her sort of spokesperson…and no one had to know she was being her own spokesperson. Aya was her partygirl one, the one that got off and had all the fun sex she wanted. Gekek was not that sort of personality. She sighed and milled through the crowd, taking that sigh as her one slip, and she only allowed herself one.

She made her way to the bar because ti was the best place to listen, to hear the gossip.

The only problem?

Someone bumped into her, causing her to bump into someone else who growled at her. She didn’t even look up, that wasn’t what fit the beaten and bruised persona she was wearing, just flinched and hunched down like that could make her smaller. ”So-Sorr-Sorry-“ she stuttered out, before peeking up out of the corner of her eye. She recognized the woman, because Shi made it her business to try and recognize most. She didn’t know her name but she knew she worked with the horses. Interesting. She kept that in the back of her mind and kept the hunched flinching human act up, easily.