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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. ]
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[ She finally looks up. ]
What do you do now?
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What about you? You-- get food and what you need, aye? [She doesn't know why she cares-- well, she does, but she won't admit it to anyone out loud.]
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[ She motions to her plate. The barkeep here is one of many such contacts she has made throughout the city. She makes it a point to never go to the same one too often; she does not want them to get sick of her.
Occasionally she will help them with tasks or take them a trinket. It costs her nothing and makes them more willing to continue helping her.
She is not just feeding herself and her wolf anymore after all. ]
How far have you gone?
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[It's the least she could do. The girl can take care of herself it seems, but kin to Jon Snow means something to Ygritte.]
Been t'the ocean t'the west. Makin' t'head north soon.
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How soon?
[ She is not sure why she is concerned. If Ygritte dies, the better for her. ]
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[ She returns her attention to her plate. ]
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Just keep a look out for certain people. I don't know how long I'll be gone. Oh-- there's a brown haired girl from our world, askin' about people from our lands. I didn't mention you, but thought you should know. She's some lord's bastard.
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Thank you for telling me.
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I'll see you when you return.
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