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Enalais, Kylie is after your cigarettes
Luca yipped and barked with glee as the two of them joked around for a few moments. Luca occasionally tried to playfully bump shoulders with Garrett, but because of his weight and height advantage, she ended up just bumping herself around more then him. Luca normally just stuck to running circles around Garrett as he spoke with the others. She loved the telepathy, but often forgot it existed. It was just something she had been a part of as long as she could remember.
Luca... Garret... where are you two? I'm with Svan and Haven was right behind me.
And then Garrett gave her a very interesting offer. She hated doing dishes, much like most other teenagers. “Oh man Garrett, you know I can't turn down a bet that awesome!” Luca continued to prance around Garrett as she spoke to the pack members on the other end of the telepathic line. “Hello Rhyle! Hello Svan! Hello Haven! We are on our way! And when we all get back home tonight Garrett has to clean everyone else's dishes!”
Luca gave a final little hop, kicking her front legs up, as she sprinted forward. She didn't even wait for Garrett to say go, she didn't want to do dishes so she was going to give herself as much of an advantage as possible. Luca knew she was fast and nimble, being so small, but that also came with the price of having a small force of endurance. But sprinting for a few minutes shouldn't be too hard, especially when such a high bet was on the line.
It felt good to be free.
Luca... Garret... where are you two? I'm with Svan and Haven was right behind me.
And then Garrett gave her a very interesting offer. She hated doing dishes, much like most other teenagers. “Oh man Garrett, you know I can't turn down a bet that awesome!” Luca continued to prance around Garrett as she spoke to the pack members on the other end of the telepathic line. “Hello Rhyle! Hello Svan! Hello Haven! We are on our way! And when we all get back home tonight Garrett has to clean everyone else's dishes!”
Luca gave a final little hop, kicking her front legs up, as she sprinted forward. She didn't even wait for Garrett to say go, she didn't want to do dishes so she was going to give herself as much of an advantage as possible. Luca knew she was fast and nimble, being so small, but that also came with the price of having a small force of endurance. But sprinting for a few minutes shouldn't be too hard, especially when such a high bet was on the line.
It felt good to be free.
Kylie continued to shuffle along the streets of Barclay, hoping to find something to do. She knew they would be assigning her some stupid job soon, most likely either life threatening or boring. And they would end up paying her in some useless currency that only was applicable here. Kylie sighed, rubbing at her coat sleeve again. It was pointless. Why didn't they just give them the food and supplies right off the bat? If they were risking their skins for some stupid town they deserve to be payed outright. Eventually when supplies ran out they would be struggling to get rid of their currency.
Right in the middle of her inner monologue about how oppressive this city seemed, she saw something that commanded her attention. Along the rode she was walking, there was someone in the distance. The figure looked masculine, but that wasn't the important part. He was smoking. Since this guy was in Barclay she was sure she would be able to convince they guy to give her a cigarette, or at least trade for some.
“Excuse me sir?” Kylie called out into the night, walking towards the smoking man. Kylie kept one hand in her pocket, nervously clutching the knife she kept there. She never knew who would attempt to overpower her, so it was always nice to keep weapons on her. “Do you think I might be able to trade you for a smoke?” As she got closer, but still far enough to escape if things got hairy. “I have extra food rations, water and I might have some ammo or something in here.” She said, slowly taking her backpack off her back.
Right in the middle of her inner monologue about how oppressive this city seemed, she saw something that commanded her attention. Along the rode she was walking, there was someone in the distance. The figure looked masculine, but that wasn't the important part. He was smoking. Since this guy was in Barclay she was sure she would be able to convince they guy to give her a cigarette, or at least trade for some.
“Excuse me sir?” Kylie called out into the night, walking towards the smoking man. Kylie kept one hand in her pocket, nervously clutching the knife she kept there. She never knew who would attempt to overpower her, so it was always nice to keep weapons on her. “Do you think I might be able to trade you for a smoke?” As she got closer, but still far enough to escape if things got hairy. “I have extra food rations, water and I might have some ammo or something in here.” She said, slowly taking her backpack off her back.
Louisa had been daydreaming. She wasn't sure why, she was normally not one to take her eyes off of reality. It must have been a trait she picked up from her mother, she was always staring off into space. But Louisa mused that was because she was a Seer, she actually saw thing when she wasn't looking at what was in front of her eyes. So when Dean suddenly spoke to her, Louisa jumped slightly, a bit startled. Louisa found herself clearing her throat for a moment before making room for him to sit down. “Yeah of course you can sure.” Louisa spoke much softer, and with much less confidence, then Dean did. She hadn't expected anyone to sit with her.
He was introducing himself. Louisa looked over at him, only to see him offering his hand in greeting. She took it, shaking his hand. “Louisa Wicker.” She said with a smile, finding this whole 'meeting people' thing a lot easier then her mother put it out to be. Louisa also noticed he gave her his house name. Louisa frowned slightly as she retracted her hand.
“Wisteria.” Louisa said with a small amount of unhappiness showing in her face, turning to face Dean more. “I'll admit I wasn't a huge fan of my house when I was first assigned, but it's grown on me.” She looked Dean up and down, he looked like a guy who knew what he was doing. No matter how many years Louisa attended the academy, she always felt unprepared. “I actually didn't like the school all that much either.” Louisa frowned. “But it beats being at a normal school.”
He was introducing himself. Louisa looked over at him, only to see him offering his hand in greeting. She took it, shaking his hand. “Louisa Wicker.” She said with a smile, finding this whole 'meeting people' thing a lot easier then her mother put it out to be. Louisa also noticed he gave her his house name. Louisa frowned slightly as she retracted her hand.
“Wisteria.” Louisa said with a small amount of unhappiness showing in her face, turning to face Dean more. “I'll admit I wasn't a huge fan of my house when I was first assigned, but it's grown on me.” She looked Dean up and down, he looked like a guy who knew what he was doing. No matter how many years Louisa attended the academy, she always felt unprepared. “I actually didn't like the school all that much either.” Louisa frowned. “But it beats being at a normal school.”
Freedom...Now that was something that Rosie would never trade away for anything. It was worth all of the pocket change she had ever stolen, it was worth more then all of the money in the entire west. Rosie knew that for certain. Rosie let out a hoot as her horse sped up, several other Bass Bell Gang boys rode up alongside her. They had just completed a heist, nothing major. A bunch of them just bet heavy in a game that they knew they would win. Rosie was also able to slip a ring off of an extremely intoxicated man's finger, pocketing it right in front of him while he was too busy asking about her prices.
Riding fast through the dry, hot, air made Rosie feel like a hundred bucks. As they rode along the other members of the Bass Bell Gang discussed what they were going to get with their money. New clothes, new guns, a nice knife, prostitutes. It was the same every time. Each of the gang members had a black bandana wrapped around their arm, including Rosie. Soon the riders began to split off from each other, heading back to where they come from. Not only is this a tacit in not getting caught, but it also allows everyone to go off to hide their goods close to home.
It didn't take long for Rosie to return to her home, the General Store. She hopped off her horse, leading it to the shared stable for some rest and shade, then walked in through the back door. Rosie could hear Meg long before she saw her. The soft, but over time grating, sound of a wooden leg brace squeaking against itself. And the soft hobbling limp that follows. “Heya Meg!” Rosie called into the store. “I'm home!”
Riding fast through the dry, hot, air made Rosie feel like a hundred bucks. As they rode along the other members of the Bass Bell Gang discussed what they were going to get with their money. New clothes, new guns, a nice knife, prostitutes. It was the same every time. Each of the gang members had a black bandana wrapped around their arm, including Rosie. Soon the riders began to split off from each other, heading back to where they come from. Not only is this a tacit in not getting caught, but it also allows everyone to go off to hide their goods close to home.
It didn't take long for Rosie to return to her home, the General Store. She hopped off her horse, leading it to the shared stable for some rest and shade, then walked in through the back door. Rosie could hear Meg long before she saw her. The soft, but over time grating, sound of a wooden leg brace squeaking against itself. And the soft hobbling limp that follows. “Heya Meg!” Rosie called into the store. “I'm home!”
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'm pretty late to the party, but are you still accepting characters?
Question, do our characters know what house they are in?
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Woo!
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