Mia Falstaff District 9 FINISHED

I am Mia Falstaff, the sister of a man who was lured into the clutches of Akasha. He is as good as dead now, I haven't seen him in so long, infact I've given up ever seeing him again. He was just another victim on Akasha's path of lust and destruction, and to make things worse he impregnated the damn girl. He never knew it, it was a secret she guarded well from my brother before he disappeared. I'm convinced she had something to do with his disappearance. I was a fool to allow him to see her, I should have stopped him while I still had the chance. The baby did not survive though, to say I wasn't a little pleased at hearing that news would be a lie, but I would have been the aunt of that child...it was family. It was Akasha I hated, it was wrong of me to bear a grudge against my brother and the child. For the longest time I stayed at home plotting the demise of Akasha, wanting her to suffer the way I had when I "lost" my brother.

I mellowed out though, every person has a heart, and I realized that Akasha must have suffered greately already when she had lost the baby. What if I could be of comfort to her in some way, help her cope with the loss? It wasn't really my style to play the role of a comforting person, but revenge wasn't me either...at least I didn't think so. No, I would just go to visit her, finally meet the person my brother had once spoken so highly of. I would meet the person who by rights was my sister in law, even if they child had not survived.

Walking into my room I set to work preparing for the trip to visit Akasha. The only problem was I had no idea where she was, she was a wanderer, never staying in one spot for a long period of time. It was she who found my brother not the other way around, because she liked to be in command of any situation. She never struck me as the type to be lured into a trap of some sort though, she was far to intelligent for that. I would just have to play the game by her rules; let her find me. I hated to play by another's rules though, it wasn't my style to play a game by another person's rules. What if I could play this game with a little bit of my rules with hers? After all I could be tricky just like her, I had been quite the trickster when I was younger.

Rummaging through my bureaus for something suitable to wear I settled on a pair of shorts and a tank top that revealed my midriff. It was provocative enough to garner some attention from people, and conservative enough where I didn't have to worry about TO much attention. Walking into the bathroom I glanced in the mirror above the sink at my tousled brown hair and made a mental note to fix it before I left. No sense in just going half way with this, and that meant wearing the evil of all evils...makeup. Reaching down into the draw below the sink I took out my small bag of makeup and began to apply it to my features. I'm not being arrogant when I say this but I really don't need that much makeup to "beautify" myself. I had what they call natural beauty...as long as you didn't look to closely. I mean I have the usual blemishes of most people, and some acne issues because...well...I actually don't know. I still had that natural beauty though so lots of makeup was a no no.

My blue green eyes needed a good accent to them, something that made them pop even more. My hands moved almost robotically as they applied a light shade of blue eyeshadow, and when I was finished I admired my work. I had to admit, I was putting alot of effort into this, everything had to be perfect lest I fail to make a good impression. There was little time to admire myself though as time was of the essence for something like this. Once more I set to work putting together a plan while my hands worked tirelessly to make what was flawed flawless.

A simple run through the district wouldn't be good enough. There had to be something I could do, be it personally or just something I had triggered. My brother had mentioned how she had two brothers, two brothers that appeared to be the only thing she cared about. What if I got to her through them, would that be seen as revenge? Besides her brothers possessed that same terrible ire and bad sense of morals that she did. Something more delicate was required here, something that didn't smell like a trap to her, if she thought it was a trap than she wouldn't come. I needed it to look casual, not so conspicuous. I was not known for being casual though, I was outgoing and wanted to be the center of attention. Stopping briefly I looked at the finished work of my appearance and flashed myself a smile of satisfaction.

While I had been planning I had combed out my messy hair and applied my makeup. My brown hair now hung down to my shoulders, perfectly combed so it had a new life to it. The blue eyeshadow highlighted my eyes perfectly and a hue of light pink adorned my lips. Nothing to fancy, just something that could accent my features, after all I was dressed casually. My cheeks had a natural blush to them so it was unnecessary to escentuate them at all. All I needed now was to change into the clothes I had picked out and I would be ready to begin my search for Akasha.

Stripping down I looked at my thin frame with a sense of disgust. Something about looking at oneself naked made you realize your faults even more. I have to be honest, I'm anorexic, always so worried about perfection as far as appearance went that I ignored my health. In my attempts to achieve the perfect figure I made it worse by starving myself. Enough of that though, I couldn't sit and stare at my naked body forever. Slipping the shorts up my thin legs I buttoned them and let go only to have them slip below my hips. Little to be done there though, I didn't do belts, so low hanging shorts were the order of the day. Than I pulled the shirt on and took a step back to admire my work. Pretty enough to be noticed that's for sure. The time had come for the hunt...the only question that lingered was, would I be the hunter...or the hunted?