furysinclair:

  An Average day on Omega for a freelance merc meant at least once visit to the shopping district, to attempt to sell his or her services. She leaned on a wall near a scrap shop, her normal haunt, her fury mask on and her hood up. Normally, it wasn’t odd to go full days sitting there without noticing a single person of interest. Sometimes she even went weeks sometimes without anyone intriguing her.

  Today was  Theodora Sinclair’s lucky day. A hooded woman at the scrap shop next to her haunt. She gave off an interesting vibe. On the run maybe? hunting someone? The Merc was unsure.  

   Teddy made her way towards the woman, removing the skull visage that was her mask and smiling. “Hello Miss, you look like a lady looking for hired help.”

        “Look like a lady–what is it with people and these overly polite nouns–Look, hired help? What kind of help can you do?” Jack removed the hood, it had been quite some time since she last trimmed her hair and by now she had aimed for a different look this time, including hair color. She was probably barely recognizable being blonde. Since Shepard took off and went to finish off what they had left of the Reapers Jack took a break from Grissom Academy, although traveling throughout the worlds and solar systems would be deemed as risky Jack couldn’t careless, she could defend herself–but not with her ship in the condition it was in. Maybe she could get a bastard or two here on Omega to pay her back and that could make up for the body work. 

       Jack looked to the left and right. “What’re you a go-go dancer?” She snorted, running fingers through her hair and dropping her hand.