Thread: Inalt

Name Nickname Alexandria Donnelly Alex, Lexi Attire Black gown shows off just a little leg in the front with corset, overcoat, black leather boots, black hat. Weapon None. Location Inalt town square. Tagging Anyone Altair. Time September 1, 2650 Afternoon. Alexandria was elated to have lost James though she knew the man would more than likely find her again. Somehow he always did. It was as if the man knew her scent or had some innate sixth sense as far as she was concerned. In some ways it frightened her. And then there were the glances. Oh yes, she'd noticed those. Despite her lack of exposure to men, she wasn't that naive. She saw the way he looked at her, the way he stared. There was a definite possessiveness in his gaze and when he touched her, even though it had never been more than a grasp of the arm, she could feel it. It wasn't hard to tell, to sense. Every fiber of her being was alerted to how the man felt and she knew it was just a matter of time before he finally either said something or... did something. Not wanting to think on such things, at least for the moment, Alexandria focused on how she wished to see the Azure. Smiling, she began to make her way eastward toward where she knew the harbors were. Perhaps she might see some of the great ships docked there! Just then, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Immediately her heart sank. James. Had he already found her? Stopping where she was, she let out a melancholy sigh and hung her head. Her dark curls hung about her saddened face and slowly she turned around. As Alexandria turned around, her dark eyes widened. This was not James, but... someone else. Was she to actually speak to someone today? The prospect of meeting and possibly talking to someone other than household staff made her adrenaline surge and she suddenly found her heart pumping hard. The excitement of such a thing washed over her and a smile tugged at her lips. She then looked up, her eyes meeting the eyes belonging to the face of the man who'd just stopped her. Hello, good sir, Alexandria replied, giving him a low curtsey. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. May I help you? Name Nickname Charlotte McCabe Charlie Attire White off-the-shoulder peasant top, brown leather corset with clockwork design, brown pants, brown leather boots, goggles. Weapon Knife sheathed on her left hip. Location Inalt town square. Tagging Anyone. Time September 1, 2650 Afternoon. The streets were only getting more crowded and this only served to raise Charlie's hackles as she continued walking through the stands of the various sellers of the town square. Her hand moved again to rest on her knife she had sheathed on her hip. Yes, she'd feel better leaving it there. Better safe than sorry, after all. She just didn't have a good feeling this day, more so than usual, and it was really starting to take its toll on her. It made her hope even more that she could find the things her father wanted sooner as opposed to later as the idea of risking going into the slums most certainly wasn't appealing. Especially now. Just then a shiver ran along her spine as she recalled the events of the robbery from three years back. The robbery had been brutal and could've been so much worse had her father not entered the room when he had. His voice alone was enough to cause the thieving man to turn tail and run. Thankfully. She'd never been so thankful. Unfortunately, it didn't do enough to stop him from cutting her, wounding her arm like she was some doll to be sliced and diced. But he'd done that when she'd refused him, fought him. When she'd done her best to protect her father's hard work and research. Oh... and she would never trust a man in a mask. Not ever. Just then, Charlie's face lit up. Right there at one of the sellers' stands she saw one of the items her father had wanted. Happy, she immediately made her way over to it and made her first purchase. Name Nickname Mathilda Molloy Mattie Attire White short-sleeve peasant top, brown leather corset, pink lace handless gloves, olive green and white skirt showing off leg in the front with a brown leather belt, pink lace garters, olive green and pink striped stockings, brown leather boots. Weapon Knife sheathed on her left hip. Location Inalt town square. Tagging Anyone Michael. Time September 1, 2650 Afternoon. Mattie was enjoying the music and the bustling activity of the square. Activity meant customers and that meant more than likely she'd have a good day selling her roses. Though she wasn't one to ever complain, she was well aware of her own situation. Her life was tough and often times frightening. So many nights, she wished she could afford to move out of the slums and into a place that was better than where she was, but at the same time, she was grateful to have a house at all... a roof over her head, walls to protect her from the impending dangers of the streets at night. One day, she hoped she could better things, but she'd make due. After all, she saw no harm in hoping or dreaming so long as you always showed gratitude for the things you had. And she most certainly felt luckier than most. As Mattie enjoyed the music, dancing a little in between flower sales, a suave looking gentleman suddenly approached her and bought one of her flowers. She blushed at his compliment, not used to hearing such niceties from men. And when he laid down his payment, one far exceeding what he owed, she gasped a bit. Sir, I... she stammered as he placed the flower he'd just purchased in her hair. She couldn't help but smile at him and his flattering gesture. Thank you, sir, she then said with a soft giggle as she watched him back away and scan the crowd. You're very kind. I promise this will not be wasted or used poorly. If he turned back around, he would see the warm smile upon her face.