after the very well built stranger lead me in the apartment complex, I think I caught his name, Wyane? I think it was, he walked me to the main lobby in the grey and white building. "maybe thats why they called this the silver district?" I think as he negotiates with the manager behind the marble counter, who looks like a middle aged women ready to claw his eyes out with her sharp red acrylic nails. "I don't even know why I bother talking to you." Wyane says flatly as he runs a hand through his black locks, the women huffs. "well I don't know why you bother showing your face back here." she says and she juts her pink glossy lips out in a pout with her blonde eyebrows turned down as she looks anywhere but him. I groan, this is going to be a long time before I get to my room isn't it? "look Shyla it was a one time thing and we both know this, I work for the Empire so this is required of me, let it go and give me the damn keys." he says almost angered as he holds out his hand expectedly.
Shyla looks pissed and also surprised he spoke back to her, finally she makes up her mind and turns around the white and grey counter and reaches for the key rack, pulling out a white and silver key, really keeping the whole 'silver' theme here aren't we?. attached to the key is a little note reading "A32" she hands it to him with a grumble before she looks me up and down "just dont lose it new kid" she said to me as she flicks her long blonde hair behind her shoulder and pulls out her phone and sits down on the black rolling chair behind the marble desk.
Wyane pockets the keys with a grunt and briskly walks to the elevators on the other side of Shyla's desk area, I walk past and I still feel her gaze of uncertainty on me, I look at her though the side of my eye, possibly looking more intimidating then needed because when we locked gazes her eyes widened and she gasped before looking back down to her phone to begin typing at a very fast pace. I roll my eyes and follow Wyane into the elevator with a slight smile on my face and step in with him, as he glares at his shoes.
"soo..." I start off, looking at his face that is still turned towards the ground, the elevator dings as the doors shut, I see his green eyes snap towards me in a scrutinizing glare "what." he spits out, venom lacing his voice. I deadpan "please dont tell me I have to deal with blonde bimbo everyday now do I?" I ask him as I groan and roll my eyes just thinking about her, I hear a faint chuckle come from him "unfortunately for you, yes. she's the main staff here that run the silver district apartment"
I roll my eyes even harder and whine "what the fuck man, I don't need her up in my business' living here because she's obsessed with you, she was already looking me up and down the whole time we where down in the lobby" I say with a grunt as I lean against the back padding of the elevator, which, once again is covered in the color grey and the celling of the elevator is a big mirror, great, I get to look at my dusty, dirty self. I realized that my hair is starting to get greasy and soot and ash cover sections of my face and its in my hair, I sweat and turn to him "please tell me I didn't look this homeless while walking here?" I ask him hopefully as the elevator jolts suddenly, I white knuckle grip the handles on the walls.
I see a faint smile on his usual stoic face, "do you want me to tell you what you want to hear or the truth?" he says crossing his tones arms over his chest, my key dangling from his index finger as the elevator jumps again. "truth." I say flatly as I glare at the ground, the key catching my attention out of the corner of my eye but I ignore it, trying to focus on my breathing as to not yell at myself for looking so nasty while trying to enter a new village or even a city for that matter, all the while trying to get info on the place at the same time, one must know how to blend in at all times while doing this to insure one does not get caught while getting the information or whatever it may be.
every good assassin, intel person, spy, ninja, and people in general know this and yet I killed people for a living and I let this slip past my mind like melted butter spilling over and out of a pot, I feel dumb. "the truth is that yes you did look that homeless, but confident homeless none the less" he shrugged at the elevator comes to a stop and dings again signaling that we finally made it to my floor that I will be staying at for a while until I decide to move on.
i groan as I think of thats why all the eyes that where in me the whole time I was walking through this side of the city that is by the way looks absolutely spotless in every aspect and corner of the place "are you kidding me right know? this whole time I looked like this and no one said anything, they just stared in disgust didn't they?" I ask disheartened as I slink out of the elevator and look around the cream colored floor, I wrinkle my nose at all the bland colors that just seem to fade into each other in a seamless, timeless felling like waiting in the doctors office with your mom or dad for just a routine checkup and a shot that no one wants to give or take.
"what? don't like the colors?" Wyane asks as he slunk out of the elevator doors looking around, almost unbothered by the amount of times I assume he's been here. pursing his lips he trudges out in front of me and down the hall, before stopping and looking at me from over his shoulder "you coming or not?" he says with a faint smirk. I roll my eyes but slowly step behind him as he whistles a tune as he swings the key on his index finger, looking around uninterested.
Finally he stops at a door closest to the fire exit and puts the key in, then ever so slowly like he's teasing me with the prospect of going to sleep and relaxing. I groan throwing my head back "just hurry up dude, I'm tired and I'm sure you are too." I say flatly as I look at him with a half heated glare. "relax Chica, im making sure she didn't give us the wrong key" he says giving me a innocent smile. I raise a brow at him "tu habla espanol?" I ask tilting my head. he unlocks my door with a pleased smile before walking in and ignoring me.
"really." I say as I roll my eyes and walk in behind him, the living room is, as you guessed it, grey. my nose wrinkles again "am I allowed to paint or does it have to stay grey?" I ask him and I run my finger tips over some of the surface furniture, glaring at the dust I see when I look at my fingers. "I'm afraid it has to stay as is." he says giving a soft chuckle, looking around before walking over and standing in front of me, I look up at him with a questioning gaze before he hold out the key for me to take.
I hold out my hand, palm face up as he drops the key into my hand, before he just looks at me, thinking. Finally after what seemed like forever he speaks "si, yo Habla espanol" he says smirking before he leaves, walking around me and right out the door, I sit there rolling my eyes and locking the door behind me, tired of keeping the friendly charade up. I go to my bedroom and look around before I see the window, I close the blinds and walk around the room, looking for hidden cameras. I check the mirrors, vents, everything. finding nothing I conclude that I'm currently not being watched, which is surprising but also a bit concerning, seeing as the Empire is so cocky as to not keep a close eye on new comers, that means he has a trick up his sleeve I don't know about.