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Post by cascas on Jan 18, 2007 0:39:27 GMT -5
A girl, well, a young adult occupied a seat beside the window with a sketching pad balanced on her theigh in a quiet part of the tavern which was relatively deserted anyway. Distant, cerulean eyes gazed out the window as she carefully closed her pad, putting it aside before twiddling a lock of black streaked fuschia and purple hair between her thumb and index finger. Today had been dull, not a spark of fun to distract her from her darned life. Nothing. No adventure, no adrenaline. Nothing. Boredom was starting to invade her daily routine and all inspiration for new sketches had vanished on the wind.
A sigh escaped her mouth unaudibly on ceasing the fiddling with her hair which was home-dyed, she had a talent for doing her own hair but detested having to wait for the dye to set in. Her fingers traced the pattern on the armchair as golden splendor broke through the blanket of ashen, downy clouds and filtered through the window. She squinted and prompty occupied a seat out of the sunshine, you could say she loathed its bright, forever merry ambience, she preferred the dark. To let her imagination run wild, fueled on by the knowing of the unknown. The girl looked about to see if there was anyone of interest before doing was she was doing before: nothing. [/color][/right] Silent Today:  |
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Post by Alluvia on Jan 23, 2007 23:02:43 GMT -5
In a shadowy and more secluded table sat a very peculiar looking young woman. She had chosen a table away from any windows in order to avoid the revealing sunlight. She did not loathe the sun as some people did; rather, she hated being seen in full sunlight for fear of being too easily identified by other strangers. Bright, copper eyes peered out from the depths of long, thick lashes as she studied the strange-looking girl who sat by the window. She trusted no one; that was one thing she had learned the hard way. Anybody could be a possible enemy, including the girl with the sketching pad propped up on her thigh. Hastily, she fixed the hood of her robes further onto her head and pulled her black veil farther up the bridge of her nose lest the bright sunlight illuminate her face beneath the gauze. Her mind wandered as she thought of the events of her past. She was a marked woman; her days were numbered ever since she had sold her life to the gods, and she knew it too well. That was one of the many reasons for her extra precautions. She straightened up in her seat and snapped back into her attentive silence. The tavern keeper gave her a suspicious look….. Did he know?Seniah-  |
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Post by lioness on Feb 17, 2007 20:36:58 GMT -5
A girl sat at the bar, staring at a full glass of brandy. Long black tresses of white hair fell to her waist, shielding her from prying eyes, but attracting those with curiousity. She tapped slim fingers on the table, earning a disapproving look from the bartender, who she threw a glare at. She also stopped tapping.
She couldn't think of anything to do.
She didn't want to drink- it really wasn't her way, but she was so depressed now, after being here for a while and not doing anything day in and day out. What could she do? Maybe go out and meet someone, but who? She had heard stories about the others who lived in these lands, and also knew they probably wouldn't take kindly to having a human in their midst.
She sighed.
Maybe she would drink after all. The girl picked up the glass and held in her hand a moment, before setting it back down. Maybe not tonight.
Not yet, at least.
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Post by Alluvia on Feb 20, 2007 18:57:09 GMT -5
Seniah shot a furtive glance towards the girl at the bar. Like everyone else at the tavern, she seemed to be lost in thought with a drink in her hand. I wonder why there aren’t many men here? she thought, Oh well, good riddance! Men are deceitful! That soon put her mind back onto the topic of her own depressing past….
With an almost inaudible sigh, Seniah motioned to the tavern keeper with her finger. When he finally shuffled over to her, he couldn’t stop staring at her strange garb. She glared at him before requesting, “The strongest stuff you got, and make it quick.” As he hustled away, she leaned back in her seat. That should take my mind off everything.
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Post by lioness on Feb 24, 2007 16:17:57 GMT -5
The girl's gaze swam from the glass in front of her to the tavern keeper as he shuffled from around the counter to a strangely dressed person in one of the most secluded corners of the bar. Aly's suspicious gaze let her see nothing of the unidentified person, she she turned back to her glass, thinking a moment. The tavern keeper's hurried motions in front of her drew her back to reality yet again. She glared at him.
She looked again at her drink, then downed it. There wasn't nearly enough to make her drunk, but it was enough to make her feel a bit off from her usual feelings. Aly shoved her long tresses of ivory hair back with an annoyed sound. Why did I even come here? She thought tiedly, for what was probably the millionth time. I knew who, and what could be found here, and I still came. And I haven't seen anyone who doesn't look human. What a waste. Aly's gaze turned back to the girl in the corner, although she wasn't really seeing anything. I really need to go off adventuring.
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Post by Alluvia on Feb 26, 2007 19:09:59 GMT -5
Striking a match, Seriah lit the candle on the table that she was sitting at and pulled out what looked like a map. As the flame sputtered and came to life, it revealed the glowing of her strange, copper eyes. Seriah, opened up the map and leaned over it secretively. Now let's see....Supposedly there is a human encampment nearby. I had better go around it. Lost in thought, she did not even notice as the tavern keeper strode back over with her drink until he began tapping her table with his fingers. Shooting a furious look over at him for interrupting her, she realized that he was waiting for her payment, and she dug into her robes to look for her pouch of coins. Pulling out a meager handful, she selected two silver pieces and tossed them onto the table. The tavern keeper grunted with satisfaction and greedily snatched up the coins. When he finally left to help his other customers, she reached out to grasp her drink and took a swig of it. God, this stuff tastes as oily as it looks! Even though it burned like fire all the way down to her stomach, she drank it anyway, in the hopes of relieving her spiritual and emotional pain.
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Post by lioness on May 1, 2007 15:54:24 GMT -5
Aly swung her feet back and forth, letting her fingers carress the beads around her neck. Thinking, and not paying attention, she tugged too hard on the necklace, and the string snapped. Gods bless it! she snapped inwardly, and dove after the beads that were rolling across the floor. She knew she looked ridiculous, but since she was in a bar, that most likely wasn't unusual. Aly found the largest carved bead quickly. A chinese water dragon. She tucked it into the pockets of her breeches and scrambled after the rest. She finally located the last one, a the foot of the strange girl in the corner. Aly stood, dusting off her breeches selfconsciously, and walked hesitantly closer. She grabbed the bead before she thought about it. That must have appeared so rude... She looked down at the ground, unconsciously fingering the silver armor concealed by the her white shirt's long sleeves, and then looked at the girl. "I'm sorry, I dropped my beads, and... " She gestured helplessly. She didn't quite know what to say to the stranger.
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