[u][b]Karlie Davis[/b][/u]

If Karlie had work today she would have called in sick, skipped, whatever. It wasn't everyday there was a festival and she was just bursting at the seams with excitement. Even if it didn't start till the evening. From her perspective she had fortunately slept half the day away so there would be less waiting. It was past noon and only now did she pull herself out of her sleeping bag. There should have been room for a cot in the back of her van, but she had a massive wardrobe and a small grow OP to contend with. Those took precedence. Not to mention her Kawasaki Ninja which needed protection from the elements and potential thieves.

She stood up groggily making sure to steer clear of the heat lamp. Something she had learned the hard way on numerous occasions. As she began to pack away her bedding she noticed that last nights pizza box was sticking to her bag. With an amused look on her face she detached the cheesy anchor and haphazardly tossed her bed roll in the corner along with the rest of her dirty linens. She crossed her arms and squinted at the pile for a moment. No matter how hard she tried she could never make enough trips to the laundromat. Thankfully she had time to kill so she stuffed all of it into a worn cotton sack to bring along. 

Now was time for the most important decision of all. What to wear. For her the choices were near endless, however the proceedings that evening helped her narrow things down. In one hand she held a Santa outfit, and the other elf costume. “Hmmm” she thought out loud. There was sure to be plenty of both of those (or so she hoped), what did she have? Both articles dropped to the ground as the answer came to her. After a little bit of rummaging she produced a reindeer antler head band and a brown velvet dress with matching stockings. Even better was that they’d go well with her favorite winter boots. Probably because unlike the other shoes she’d been wearing around these ones these ones were actually meant for the snow and kept her feet warm and dry. Though she’d never admit it, because for Karlie it was form over function and not the other way around.

She patted the seat of her motorbike affectionately as if to promise her return before grabbing her laundry and shutting the back of the van behind her. It was painted a swath of colors from the rainbow and covered with peace signs, butterflies, flowers, hearts, and all that jazz. Not her handiwork, but she sincerely wished it was. The original owner was one hell of an artist and it was perfect to her in every way. Karlie had it tucked away in an alley since it stuck out like a sore thumb. As much as she loved putting it up on display there were always jerkasses about who might consider breaking in. A shame since her her mind nobody should even have to lock their cars to know that their stuff is safe. Why was the world so full of bad people she often wondered. Couldn't everyone just get along?

Proper footwear and the reindeer within her made easy work of trudging through the snow. All the while she couldn't help but think that something was missing. She rubbed her now rosy nose hoping the friction would warm it up a little. That was it! The cord on her last round red nose had snapped. This warranted a trip to the dollar store. [i]They might even have the ones that just stay on![/i] Karlie thought gleefully. Only problem was she still hadn't gotten the lay of the land. In fact she didn't know where the festival was going to be held, nor where the nearest laundromat or dollar store was. The one she had been using prior was on the other side of the city. “Guess that’s what I get for moving around so much…” she mumbled to herself unperturbed. Things like this happened a lot to her and she just rolled with them.

Karlie saw a woman up ahead and picked up the pace. Short, not unlike herself, and most likely of Hispanic decent. From a distance she could already pick out several piercings and facial scars. Overall she had a rough and tumble vibe about her and had a bag in tote. “Hey!” she called out hoping to grab her attention. Once she was within conversation range she stopped and finished. “You wouldn't happen to know where the laundromat or dollar store is? Would you?” Karlie tilted her head to the side a little and shuffled back and forth hopefully, or perhaps like she had to urinate. It was all in the eyes of the onlookers, and she didn't care in the slightest.

 “There’s also this festival thingy going on later, and I don’t know where that is either…” Now her bag of clothes which she had slung over her shoulder was also swinging to and fro. Karlie stopped herself before gave the impression of being too hyperactive and drove the other party off. That or she clocked a passerby. Neither outcome was desirable. However, even holding still she appeared quite anxious.

“Oh yeah, I’m Karlie. It’s nice to meetcha!”