Oskana Sonnen ~ The roof
The mall was a noisy, busy, bustling place. Where people shuffled about one another vainly, shoving each other away from racks and strutting in front of curved mirrors. Oskana is ashamed to admit that she was one of those who participated in the madness. Bad days in particular drive her to this battle ground where blood is spilled and the demon inside shows. It wasn't someone she wanted to recognize. Shoulders held back with laser-focused pride, anyone whom her monstrous self may have dealt with held no recognization in her eyes. There was a moment when she felt her control slip, just as she was entering the building; a ghost whom held no interest. Oskana allowed her feet to carry her through ground-floor, a bee-line towards the elevator. Slipping her hands into her dress pocket, Oskana gripped the package in her one hand until the corners bit at her skin.
Few strangers accompanied her on the ride up to the roof; aches in the balls of her feet protest when she had attempted the stairs. A space to herself in the corner of the elevator, Oskana had eyes only for the ceiling. The elevator music was terribly boring, as always. The conception of elevator music was to calm nervous passengers but she didn't know a single person who suffered panic attacks in an elevator. Stops made for the other passengers made the ride jarringly maddening, the length at which she had to listen to elevator music doubled with every stop. Floors one through seven, it was at the later which she had to exit, covering the rest of the ground by foot.
A breeze became well acquainted with the strands of her hair as she hit the open roof, tangling the already tousled strands like a cat with yarn. The dimming sky made it more difficult for her to pick out the recipient as there were several individuals looking for air and solitude. Usually for deliveries like this, it would be clear who the package was for whether be it by sign or individual; there was no sign and she recognized no one. They would have to find her today. Releasing her grip on the case, Oskana uncurled her hand, tracing the imprints from the case. No doubt there was something very important inside. It made her anxious. Anxiety or fear that whatever she was carrying was going to be her demise. A chuckle tickled the back of her throat; how horrible. Throwing her life away for the likes of Itex, the insanity of such should have driven her mad.
But then again, Itex was more interesting then sanity could have been.