On a warm sunny morning in a city in the middle of nowhere, Charlie walked quickly through the forest. She kept her head down, her long black hair falling in front of her face and keeping people from paying any attention. Though it was warm, she pulled her jacket tighter, shivering slightly and keeping her hands shoved into her pockets.
She kept to the edge of the path, and didn’t seem to notice the branches that brushed her arm, or the people who enjoyed the day in the picnic area.
She was an odd sight to anyone who noticed her, with her black stiletto boots, leather coat over a strappy green and black top, and dark pants, walking silently over the damp leaves on the path. She reached the edge of the forest, instead of following the park path out to the street, she took a left and headed into the heart of the woods. She sighed to herself as she reached the dark serenity of the trees, and slowed her pace, lifting her head to admire the nature.
After a few minutes, she came to a small cabin with no path around it. In fact, it looked like it had fallen right out of the sky and landed in a forest.
It was a quaint little hut, with two windows and a small wooden door, with a small grey picket fence around it. The cabin was dark, with black paint and blood red shutters. The forest invaded the boundaries of the fence and tapped at the windows.
Charlie walked through the gate and went inside her modest home, closing the door behind her. To her right, was a doorway to a small kitchen, with a wash basin, a stove, and a mini fridge. She called out to her pet wolf, Maurly, and received the wolf with a scratch on the head, and then filled his water dish for him.
At the end of the hallway was her bathroom. To the right was a small bed with a tree trunk-style frame, and a thin blanket. To the left was a small living area with a single couch and a side table, with a fur rug in the center. On the opposite side of that room was a wood fireplace, with a large hearth.
She entered her bathroom and ran a warm bath in her huge ornate clawfoot tub. She walked back out to the door and hung her jacket on the coat rack, and then let Maurly out to hunt.
Once back in her bathroom, she left the door open and kicked off her boots, then removed her small silver blade from its calf-sheath. The she took out her shining wax and waxed the blade until it shone. She set the blade on the sink, and then slid her jeans off, being careful not to let the other two blades hit the floor. She cleaned those, and then unwound her top, removed the tiny two inch blade from the ribbon and cleaned it carefully. Once all blades were taken care of, and she was fully undressed, she slowly climbed into the tub. She sighed softly as the water soothed her cold skin and bones. She relaxed and laid her head back against the edge of the tub. After a few minutes, the water around her began to turn red, as her fresh wounds from the night bled out. She gingerly cleaned the three wounds and then drained the water, climbed out of the tub and wrapped her robe around her damp and slender body. She was dark-skinned, Hispanic, perhaps, and her hair was long and dark. Her eyes were almond shaped and dark brown, almost black. She worked for an elite group of people who were dedicated to keeping the peace. Basically put, she is an assassin.
She gathered up her swords and carried them into her room. Against the far wall, a large oak closet spanned the length of her wall. It was eight feet tall and twelve feet long. She pulled open the large heavy doors and replaced her swords into their respective places. Then, she pushed the doors closed and locked them, laid a white sheet down on top of her blanket, and then curled up on the bed and fell asleep for the day.
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