Events of this thread take place late April 6, early April 7th]
Boots were quiet on the wooden floors as Lydia nervously paced back and forth, waiting as teeth worked on her lower lip.
Green locks were gone, put up and tucked away beneath that wig atop her head. Now her hair was short, dark brown. Pale blue pupiless eyes even looked more the norm, thanks to the aid of contacts Mason had given her. Still light blue, still slightly eerie, but they didn't stand out nearly as much as they once did. Lashes were coated in mascara, and brows had been colored by an eyebrow pencil.
She looked rather...human.
Her normal attire of brightly colored skirts and dresses wouldn't do for what she had in mind either. Now it was simple, just a plain dark blouse, accompanied by black shorts. It wouldn't do to have to run around in a skirt and get it snagged on everything. Tucked in one boot? A small knife. Tucked in the other? Mini throwing knives. Plain, small, lightweight, but sharp all the same. She couldn't carry much with her, not for this, but even the little things would help.
Hopefully.
Lydia was nervous, scared, anxious.. all the normal emotions one should carry in a situation like this. But it didn't stop her, she still had every intention to carry out this plan. It was worth it though, and really, what was the worst that could happen?
Knock. Knock.
Slightly startled, she ceased her pacing and turned towards the door. A second's worth of hesitation, then she moved to it, unlocked it, and pulled it open. No surprise as to who it was though.
"Jesus, ya sure picked an out of the way place." Lydia stood to the side as Mason slipped in, bags in tow, attire even darker than hers. "Sorry for bein' late but it's a hard place to find." He took a moment to glance about the old, decrepit, and rather barren room, and he spared an even longer moment to look over Lydia. Not the sight he was used to seeing.
Snorting faintly, she closed the door and turned to move further inside. "That's the point isn't it?" This particular 'inn' was great for hiding away. When Lydia first came here with Katarina, it's where they stayed. Nothing fancy, but rather practical for what she had in mind. Besides, Mason's place couldn't house the amount they planned to bring back tonight. "You didn't have trouble getting in here did you?" Kneeling down, fingers wrapped about a loose floorboard or two before she started pulling them up.
"Nah, he recognized me and let me in." A pause. "After I paid him..." That part a mutter. Mason knelt down next to Lydia and slipped those bags into the floor after floorboards were taken up.
"He's not... that moral, no." Lydia set to work placing the floorboards back. "But if we keep him paid, he won't talk. I can think of no better place than this for... I mean... it'll be fine." A faint frown, brief, before she stood again.
Scrambling to his feet as well, Mason looked over Lydia for a moment, thoughtful look on his face. "Havin' second thoughts Lydia?"
Gaze faltering somewhat, she shook her head faintly. "...no."
"..well.. ya ready then?"
Boots were quiet on the wooden floors as Lydia nervously paced back and forth, waiting as teeth worked on her lower lip.
Green locks were gone, put up and tucked away beneath that wig atop her head. Now her hair was short, dark brown. Pale blue pupiless eyes even looked more the norm, thanks to the aid of contacts Mason had given her. Still light blue, still slightly eerie, but they didn't stand out nearly as much as they once did. Lashes were coated in mascara, and brows had been colored by an eyebrow pencil.
She looked rather...human.
Her normal attire of brightly colored skirts and dresses wouldn't do for what she had in mind either. Now it was simple, just a plain dark blouse, accompanied by black shorts. It wouldn't do to have to run around in a skirt and get it snagged on everything. Tucked in one boot? A small knife. Tucked in the other? Mini throwing knives. Plain, small, lightweight, but sharp all the same. She couldn't carry much with her, not for this, but even the little things would help.
Hopefully.
Lydia was nervous, scared, anxious.. all the normal emotions one should carry in a situation like this. But it didn't stop her, she still had every intention to carry out this plan. It was worth it though, and really, what was the worst that could happen?
Knock. Knock.
Slightly startled, she ceased her pacing and turned towards the door. A second's worth of hesitation, then she moved to it, unlocked it, and pulled it open. No surprise as to who it was though.
"Jesus, ya sure picked an out of the way place." Lydia stood to the side as Mason slipped in, bags in tow, attire even darker than hers. "Sorry for bein' late but it's a hard place to find." He took a moment to glance about the old, decrepit, and rather barren room, and he spared an even longer moment to look over Lydia. Not the sight he was used to seeing.
Snorting faintly, she closed the door and turned to move further inside. "That's the point isn't it?" This particular 'inn' was great for hiding away. When Lydia first came here with Katarina, it's where they stayed. Nothing fancy, but rather practical for what she had in mind. Besides, Mason's place couldn't house the amount they planned to bring back tonight. "You didn't have trouble getting in here did you?" Kneeling down, fingers wrapped about a loose floorboard or two before she started pulling them up.
"Nah, he recognized me and let me in." A pause. "After I paid him..." That part a mutter. Mason knelt down next to Lydia and slipped those bags into the floor after floorboards were taken up.
"He's not... that moral, no." Lydia set to work placing the floorboards back. "But if we keep him paid, he won't talk. I can think of no better place than this for... I mean... it'll be fine." A faint frown, brief, before she stood again.
Scrambling to his feet as well, Mason looked over Lydia for a moment, thoughtful look on his face. "Havin' second thoughts Lydia?"
Gaze faltering somewhat, she shook her head faintly. "...no."
"..well.. ya ready then?"