Sorry it took so long. ༻༺༻༺༻ Jaipur City, India. 1845 11:48am Colette breathed a sigh of relief as the carriage wheels screeched to a stop. For three weeks, she had sat on the embroidered cushion, staring at the never ending fields and bland countryside. The only sound was the horses' hoof beats pounding on the dusty roads. And finally she was here. But, the French woman realized, it wasn't much better. She shrugged and clambered out. There was no use in trying to go back now. Colette peered suspiciously around. Keep an eye out for any sketchy looking characters. That's what the file had said. And as she scanned the dark alleyways, her gaze alighted on just that. A woman furtively glanced around her, shrinking back into the shadows. She began to slink down the edge of a crowded road. No one noticed her. Except Colette. That was definitely shady behavior. She was almost certain that woman was a criminal. Working to kill the president. Colette began to stride down the road, her narrowed eyes watching the Indian's every move. As she slipped down an alley, Colette made a split second decision. She would have to follow her. ༻༺༻༺༻
Japier City, India 1845 12:11am The flash caused Anika's escape to go well, but as for Temra, his eyes seemed to shrink, and his body never felt the same, he looked rotten and useless. As Anika passed through the village, she noticed the girls with men of all ages, in lines separated into diffract sections. What happened? Of course it was sex slaves. But Anika didn't have the courage to look at them, she pitied the souls to be sold into the place where no person dared to want to be in. It saddened Anika, truly. As she walked, she felt being watched. She was in the shadows, but always had a strange sense. Anika thought, Am I ever going to be ok? She took her camel into the shadows, to block her face as she lay there in thought, thinking of what the day may come as.
Finally, this shall continue! ༻༺༻༺༻ The camel grunted as Anika crossed through the overflowing markets, her good covering her face, with a foreshadowing echo of her breath, making her seem deadly, like she wanted so. People overflowed the streets with rotting food, beggars who ceased existence, prying their hands on whatever they wanted, and guards holding the gang members who we're beating the woman of the ship down, as they were carried on the oak ship, small and unbearable, maybe few to survive the voyage. She thought calmly through the streets, and shakes heads to people. Misunderstood for a lost girl who was supposingly was dead, never heard from. She peered through the gates of an old abandoned hotel, that was infested by rats, crawling and sniffling of the food she was carrying, she ignored them, the dies eases of them spreading. What was she doing? Anika said, softly,"Come out." Then 5 children, small and about the ages of 6-12 came toward her, cold, filthy and shaky, trembling from her words. They feared her, as they were shook by the smell of food, and their tight, frail bodies, that were dangerously skinny made them lick their lips. A little girl approached her, her hair extremely short, and was badly bruised, probably played with. "We don't have money."she whimpered in Hindi. Anika shook her head, and surpringly, scooted the basket that was firm on her hand, and let the ingredients flow out of the container, the children shrieked, thinking of a beast appearing. But then it grew silent. The children walked closer to the food, and Anika didn't budge, but nodded. The children like savages, ran to the food, munching on the remnants hungrily, and they feasted and saboteur every moment. Anika didn't give any expression. She just left other baskets from the camel to the children, and placed a note near the entrance for a trespasser. What was she trying to pull? ༻༺༻༺༻