diamondhack: most definitely (baller shot caller)
♢ isha devan ♢ ([personal profile] diamondhack) wrote in [personal profile] acolouthic 2017-03-13 04:17 am (UTC)

[New York.

The city that never sleeps.

Not that any city ever slept, really. Most people thought of it that way.

Isha Devan was, unfortunately, not most people. She hadn't been most people since she was a child. It was the way things went.

At least it was a change of pace from the usual locales. Somehow she'd been deemed good enough to leave the grand continent of Europe. She'll take the compliment, thank you.

She never worked without research. Isha could do chaos, hell, Isha is chaos, but when you have a job, you need a plan. The plan is the outline, everything else can change after you've got that plan in place.

So the first plan, of many plans, within one grand master plan, had been to buy a dress. Obviously.

The Met is just as astounding as it looks in the pictures. She'd never been inside, and if she had been any younger, she would've been openly curious and amazed by everything. As it stands? The agent is all restraint, taking in the surroundings, studying them as best as she could. Some other day she'll come back.

Black is, forever, her color, but this time, she chooses a deep blue dress. Sophisticated, with just enough drama. Should do the job just fine.

And though she strides with the confidence of an empress, of someone who already owns the entire place and then some, her dark eyes continually scan the scene. The prosthetic left arm gleams onyx, the inlaid gold henna designs catch the light and flash brighter than the beadwork of the woven top.

In that play of ownership, she feigns a slight discomfort, a certain sense of loss and uncertainty of direction. After all, doesn't any new girl get lost sometimes and feels unsure of herself?]

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