Poison - sure, it was a coward’s way to kill another. And yet, Sloane rather liked the idea of poison. It wasn’t because she was a coward either. Poison was more subtle and easy to administer unprotected. If she was always killing people face to face, then they would know she was coming and what she was planning to do. At least with poison, she could kill and kill again and never be caught. It seemed logical and far less messy. “Or those wanting to stay beneath a veil of innocence. I have seen many a great assassin use poison so they can slip in and slip out undetected. It’s how they remain anonymous.” She had seen it time and time again. Perhaps they could just agree to disagree on how one should kill another.
She sighs as she looks out at the party, unsure of her true purpose here. She supposed she came to spy on others, to gain intel that she might be able to sell later to the highest bidder. But so far, all she had found was a bunch of drunk individuals that couldn’t walk or talk straight. She shook her head lightly, no, this was definitely not the place to be.
She turns briefly to look at the other, her eyes catching his for only the briefest of moments. “This place is positively boring.” The music was already beginning to sound like nails on a chalkboard. And without any sort of proper goodbye, Sloane walkd away from the crowd and towards the exit. This was not the place for her.
@Eik - closing this one too, Sloane is not a social butterfly D:
