ɴo oɴᴇ ☍ ɑryɑ sτɑrк (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
innominata) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
exsiliumlogs2013-03-05 12:14 pm
innominata) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-03-05 12:14 pm
ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ɢᴜᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ.
Date & Time: This afternoon
Location: A bar.
Characters: "Cat" and you.
Summary: Little girl hangs out at age-appropriate locations. Because that's how she rolls.
[ The girl sits at a table near the door. She has a good view of it and of the rest of the locale. She kicks her feet idly as she eats. The chair is too high for her to touch with anything but the very tip of her toes—and then only if she strains.
The owner had not been too pleased when she first began to frequent it, but she had not caused trouble and had money and had widened her eyes and jutted her lower lip and he had caved. Sometimes now he will even let her have a small cup of watered beer. She smiles and is sweet and he'll sit at the table with her when there aren't many patrons and entertain her with stories.
People like to hear themselves talk.
At the moment, she is alone. Her cup is near empty as is her plate. She takes her time. It is always cold and wet outside; she hung her cloak to dry on the chair beside her.
She shuffles a deck of cards one-handed. She has been practicing every day. The cards are as much an extension of her hands as her sword. ]
Location: A bar.
Characters: "Cat" and you.
Summary: Little girl hangs out at age-appropriate locations. Because that's how she rolls.
[ The girl sits at a table near the door. She has a good view of it and of the rest of the locale. She kicks her feet idly as she eats. The chair is too high for her to touch with anything but the very tip of her toes—and then only if she strains.
The owner had not been too pleased when she first began to frequent it, but she had not caused trouble and had money and had widened her eyes and jutted her lower lip and he had caved. Sometimes now he will even let her have a small cup of watered beer. She smiles and is sweet and he'll sit at the table with her when there aren't many patrons and entertain her with stories.
People like to hear themselves talk.
At the moment, she is alone. Her cup is near empty as is her plate. She takes her time. It is always cold and wet outside; she hung her cloak to dry on the chair beside her.
She shuffles a deck of cards one-handed. She has been practicing every day. The cards are as much an extension of her hands as her sword. ]