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Post by ESTELLE FABRICE on Apr 6, 2012 16:07:28 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,bTable] | [STYLE=font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -1px; font-size: 40px; line-height: 35px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase; color: #9B4F8C; text-align: left; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #622D58;]MISTER RAINDROP*[/style][STYLE=text-align: right; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; background-color: #FCFAFB; color: #622D58; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; border-top: 2px dashed #622D58; border-right: 2px solid #622D58; padding-right: 3px;]FALLING AWAY FROM ME NOW[/style][STYLE=float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 0px; border-right: 2px solid #622D58; border-bottom: solid 2px #622D58; border-left: solid 2px #622D58; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/CjkWy.png);] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; margin-top: 104px; margin-right: -104px; width: 104px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; text-transform: lowercase;]kiwii at btn & ote! [/style] [STYLE=padding: 8px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; width: 276px;]It was nightfall. She wasn't supposed to be out. But then, neighter was Abel. He was supposed to be home by now, it had been a good three days since he departed for his latest hit. He always tried to be back by now, and Estelle was becoming increasingly concerned. She sat up in her bed, her back up against the headboard, staring out of the one window the room had.
The moonlight filtered in like water, but she wasn't dazzled by it tonight. She sat like that for hours, in a daze. Abel had already set up a system for extended absences. The owners of the inn would bring her food and water, so that wasn't a concern. He did it to minimize the time she spent outside, exposed. In danger. But right now, Estelle wasn't thinking about that.
Estelle wasn't thinking about staying indoors and keeping herself safe as she slipped out of her bed. She wasn't thinking about it when she slipped out of her nightgown, and put on one of her boy outfits. She didn't consider it as she tied her back and up, twisting it into a bun and flattening it against her head as she put on her beret with her free hand.
She checked herself in the mirror that was on the dresser, making sure that her shirt was loose enough to hide the small chest she had, and that her pants made her look flat and small. She smiled when she saw herself, she looked like a girlish boy, which was the closest she would get to not looking like herself. She nodded in satisfaction, and walked over to the window.
Estelle may be sickly and frail, but a simple jump out of a two-story window wasn't going to kill her. She was strong for someone in her condition, because she did this often. More often than she was supposed to. Estelle was used to sneaking out, and so she landed on her feet, bending her knees on impact to reduce the damage done to her body.
She looked around before walking out of the alley she landed in, careful to make sure no one saw her. Her goal now was to find some hints about her brother, but also to explore. She took the opportunity when Abel was gone to sneak out; and though she was concerned for him she knew he was going to be just fine. She trusted his stregth. And so, she started making her way to one of the many pubs Port Kiris had to offer.
When she got there, she paused at the doorway, blinking. Debating. She didn't get the chance to think too long, she flinched and whirled around when some boisterous people forced their way inside, pushing her inside along with her. They patted her roughly on the back, causing the delicate girl to bend forward, she hadn't been expecting that. The men chuckled and Estelle cringed, straightening her back despite the pain and bending her head, using the beret to hide the look of disgust on her face. They smelled like alcohol.
But, she was already here, so she started looking around, feeling a little uneasy and lost. Now what was she supposed to do?
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Post by MANNES RATH on May 9, 2012 3:18:24 GMT -5
Mannes nodded his head slowly as he sipped his mead. Pretending to listen to the old drunk's nonsensical chatting was starting to bore him; it was high time to find someone more interesting to waste his time on... He scooted his bar stool back and stood, leaving a few coins on the counter to cover both his and his geriatric acquaintance’s drinks. The old man continued muttering about magical potatoes and his childrens’ pet dog Jerry; he didn't even notice Mannes had left.
Mannes scanned the room. He was determined to have a good time tonight. I will… even without him, I’ll have fun. Usually the clod would go along with him after a little persuading, but not tonight night. Too busy reading his silly books... Well, fine, I can have just as much fun without that stick in the mud...
He sat himself down at a table that gave him a good view of the entire pub so he could decide who to interact with next.
That was when he saw the loud group enter. Now they look like they know how to have a good time! He barely noticed the lad until he was nearly knocked to the ground. He watched the encounter and chuckled when the boy shot the drunkards a nasty look. He's got spunk that one, but he's smart enough not to say anything to the rowdy bunch... heh. Mannes continued watching with a smug look, he had no concept of the phrase 'it's not polite to stare.'
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Post by ESTELLE FABRICE on May 10, 2012 19:06:09 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,bTable] | [STYLE=font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -1px; font-size: 40px; line-height: 35px; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase; color: #9B4F8C; text-align: left; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #622D58;]MISTER RAINDROP*[/style][STYLE=text-align: right; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; background-color: #FCFAFB; color: #622D58; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; border-top: 2px dashed #622D58; border-right: 2px solid #622D58; padding-right: 3px;]FALLING AWAY FROM ME NOW[/style][STYLE=float: right; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 0px; border-right: 2px solid #622D58; border-bottom: solid 2px #622D58; border-left: solid 2px #622D58; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/CjkWy.png);] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; margin-top: 104px; margin-right: -104px; width: 104px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; text-transform: lowercase;]kiwii at btn & ote! [/style] [STYLE=padding: 8px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; width: 276px;]Estelle was beginning to think that this was a very bad idea. She looked like a young lost teen now more than ever. Which is exactly what she was, but that was beside the point. She was angry, but mostly at herself. She couldn't really blame those drunken fools for walking into her, even if it had upset her balance and led to the assault of her lungs and nasal passages. It was her fault for doing this insane thing in the first place!
She fidgeted, trying to keep it to a minimum so as to not disturb her outfit and reveal herself. She was tugging on her beret to hide her bashful face when she noticed him. Estelle at first thought she was imagining things, but blinked and glanced back at that table and she still had to turn completely to look. A double-take. If she hadn't been in disguise she would have been concerned that she had become a target for this man, because he was staring at her shamelessly. Not in the way a man here would stare at her if she was here as herself, but still.
His expression was smug, and there was no mistaking that he was looking at her -- or what he thought was a boy. Still, it was an awkward situation for her. She looked around, trying to see if there was anyone else he could possibly be staring at, anyone at all. Any chance? None. There was no one standing around her. She looked back at the man, and blinked, nervously pointing at herself. Just to be sure he was staring at her. He was staring at her with such confidence, surely he could admit to it? Not that she would know what to do if he was, and it showed in the confusion in her hazel eyes.
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