[hider=Post 1: Balith in the Stomping Grounds] [center][sup][color=FF0E20][b]HP: C/M[/b][/color] [color=17758D]||[/color] [color=A625E7]SA: C/M[/color] [color=17758D]||[/color][color=gold] GP [/color][color=brown]||[/color][color=brown] [b]0 / 1000 CP[/b][/color] * Healthy *[/sup] [h3]Prime District[color=darkred]||[/color] Interacting With The Stewardess [color=darkred]||[/color] [/h3][/center] The sounds of water swaying over the horizon joined the march of the new day, city life had thoroughly implanted itself in every crevice that Balith could inspect as he marched up the steep, chalk roads and white marble pavements that embroidered the pathways of the Prime District. The city, as it were was a classic case of organized chaos, people rarely used the crossings and without regard wandered over roads. Queues formed at unlikely areas and crowds lingered with no care for diffusion of space. Yet, things function at they were meant to. Everyone did their job, even the jobless that occasionally wandered like stray cats in muddy prints fit their role. Making sure to move out of the way of the respective suits, with nothing left. They still had that direction. [color=chocolate]"[i]He must be going to the work house[/i]"[/color] He proposed to himself, Balith face frowned although if it was concern, fear or anger. Even he couldn't tell. The Ticketeer stuck out in the crowd with his felt green uniform, being blank from top to bottom and tight at the wrist and shin. Leaving a small gap for his mud brown cotton socks and, standard, oaken shaded shoes. A duck mouthed hat of matching manner sat on his head. Misplaced colors indicating torn off badges and symbols that used to be there. This all while standing admits a murder of students whom had spread over the place like pigeons scouring for scraps, every care taken to slide around them like oil passing through the guts of clock work as he spotted the Steward awaiting his arrival. [color=chocolate][i]"Hello...he-"[/i][/color] he was cut off, looking down at a one of the younger girls whom tugged his arm. [color=lavender][i]"Excuse me, Officer. I'm worried. Am I in the right place, I just went here because everyone else did"[/i][/color] She was timid, but at her question several other students looked at him. A couple realizing they have done the same. [color=chocolate][i]"It's fine"[/i][/color] Balith replied. His eyes folding up into a curved smile. Cuddled by the olive cheeks as they lifted up at her.[i] [color=chocolate]"Someone will be here soon enough. Every one does their suits job here and if you do the same. You won't be lost."[/color][/i]he said with a nod before being released from her tug as he walked towards his steward. [color=chocolate][i]"Are you the one in charge of processing?" [/i][/color] [Hider=Inventory] Treasures: Inventory: Thematic Items: Identification. A suitcase with 233 different types of stamps in historical order. A single lemon marble sweet that he forgot to take out of his case. [/hider] [hider=Current Stats] Health: 10 Sanity: 30 Willpower: 20 Stamina: 10 Strength: 10 Dexterity: 10 Stealth: 10 Magic: 10 Vigilence: 10 Luck: 0 [/hider] [/hider]