Jan. 12th, 2012

tayastorm: (caffeine)
Shyana hated job hunting at the best of times, but she was on a deadline with no options and no way to even make herself look presentable.

Tugging at her shirt to cover the hole on the waistband of her skirt, she pushed inside the last shop in the town she hadn't tried. Mostly because she had no idea what sort of shop it was, and only knew it was one because it had an Open sign on the front door.

Which had probably been left up by mistake, because the shop - if it was one - was in total darkness. Whoever had designed and installed the blackout shades was obviously very good at their job.

She took a few hesitant steps forward.

"Hello?" she called.

"Up in a moment," a voice called back after a moment, distant and muffled.

There was an equally distant and muffled thump and the clatter of things falling over. Shyana winced. A long silence was followed by shouting, some more crashes, and then a more sedate quiet. Not long after, Shyana heard a door opening and someone cleared their throat.

She tried to look in the general direction of whoever it was.

"Um, hi," she said, forgetting every word of her usual speech. "My name-"

"Is Shyana Kholenia, and you're seeking employment," the voice - a man probably, though that was a big assumption considering the planet - said with amusement. "Tell me, do you know what sort of establishment this is?"

"As long as it's not a whorehouse, I'm hoping it's the sort that will hire me," she said.

He began to laugh, and she felt her last chance slip away. He wasn't going to take her on even if it was a whorehouse.

Without another word she turned carefully and walked forward, reaching out for the door she hoped was right there.

"You'll die out there," he said, laughter gone but something else in his voice.

"I'll make sure to leave my corpse somewhere out of the way," she replied.

Her hand found the door handle and she grabbed it, turning it roughly. The door opened enough to let a thin crack of light in before it was slammed shut again. She thought she saw something against his skin where the light hit it, but it happened to fast to be sure.


"I would rather you didn't," he said, his voice suddenly gentler, almost sad. "I never said I wouldn't hire you. Will you join me for refreshments and we can discuss the matter?"

Shyana hesitated, but it was pointless. If she left she died. Staying at least gave her more time, even if she had no guarantee of options.

"Got anything decent to eat?" she asked, and let him take her hand.

"I'm sure we can find something to suit that Feldargian palate of yours," he said.

She tensed up but didn't stop walking as he led her slowly across the room, and he didn't seem to notice.

A door opened at the other end of the room, shedding a dim light across the room.


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