The two wanted posters that were pinned up at the town square had caught Imani's eye. One of the reason's being that she could recognized her face when she saw it and the second being that she was there...twice.
Firstly, Imani had a few issues with the way the artist decided to draw her eyes, because they were not that small. And secondly, the colouring was all off, she had grey eyes not brown. Also, this artist did not do her luscious black hair any justice.
Still, Imani still knew it was her on that poster, no doubt about it.
The other poster was slightly different. It didn't show her face, her hair or the wrong colour of her eyes. It just showed a mask. A Geisha Mask. White face with red markings which created an almost ominous setting. The same mask lain in Imani's bag that was slung over her shoulder.
Snatching her actual face off the poster so she could buy herself some time before leaving the town. Rolling the poster up and shoving it into the depths of her bag where it very well may never see the light of day again, Imani then made her way back to the house she was staying it. No, it wasn't a house actually, it was more of a barn. Home girl has to lay low, she had a good bounty over her head.
Oh, yeah, the bounty. Imani was sort of a criminal, but she didn't really choose this life. It choose her. Wasn't like she asked to be born an airbender. But none the less, the girl was used to having to make do with what she got.
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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ❖ PRINCE ZUKO
FanfikceImani was just a girl, and this world was simply not ready for her. Unfortunately for the world, Imani was not known to have any patience. 100 years has passed, and so far the Fire Nation still has the upper hand, Airbenders are gone, Ba Sing Se is...
