Post by Giovanna Fullins on Apr 11, 2011 16:17:39 GMT -5
She had been stuck with the worst patrol rota ever this week. Five 9 hour night shifts; if that wasn't bad enough she had been told to stick to the market and scrapyard areas. Apparently the expected something to happen there because she had been loaded up with guns and had even been allowed her best weapon (which she wasn't usually since the rest of her group thought she would be useless with it in a fight); her sword. It hung against her right leg from a hoop in her leather pants. It had been a while since she had practiced so she hoped she wasn't feeling to tired at the end of her shift so she could go to her adopted fathers gym and work out for a bit. This was here last late night shift here; she was thankful for that too!
She had done 40 hours here so far and hadn't seen so much as an empty crate on the floor; another 5 hours to go.
Grinning to herself Giovanna turned the corner at the top of the main market street; usually the place was busy with life but not now. She wasn't surprised or disturbed by the eerie silence here anymore, she had gotten used to it.
Not seeing anything out of place Giovanna slowed her pace, she was planning to let the walk down this street take her an extra 10 minutes, that way she figured she would only have another 18 loops of her allotted patrol area to go before she was free for the rest of the weekend.
Taking her time Giovanna wondered out into the middle of the deserted street, everyone who had been there that afternoon would be in the local bar drinking their earnings, before heading for home in anticipation of a Sunday meal the next morning. Giovanna was looking forward to her Sunday lunch just like everyone else, her adopted father Tom had promised her roasted potatoes and steak. Her favorite dish!
Closing her eyes at the thought Giovanna continued her way slowly down the road.
THE OUTFIT
She had done 40 hours here so far and hadn't seen so much as an empty crate on the floor; another 5 hours to go.
Grinning to herself Giovanna turned the corner at the top of the main market street; usually the place was busy with life but not now. She wasn't surprised or disturbed by the eerie silence here anymore, she had gotten used to it.
Not seeing anything out of place Giovanna slowed her pace, she was planning to let the walk down this street take her an extra 10 minutes, that way she figured she would only have another 18 loops of her allotted patrol area to go before she was free for the rest of the weekend.
Taking her time Giovanna wondered out into the middle of the deserted street, everyone who had been there that afternoon would be in the local bar drinking their earnings, before heading for home in anticipation of a Sunday meal the next morning. Giovanna was looking forward to her Sunday lunch just like everyone else, her adopted father Tom had promised her roasted potatoes and steak. Her favorite dish!
Closing her eyes at the thought Giovanna continued her way slowly down the road.
THE OUTFIT