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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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[ There is no change. Lying comes as naturally to her as breathing. She has built her life on it. Even her name and her face are lies; another part of the act to be drawn on and discarded as she plays her part.
She pockets the marque and fans the deck out for him. ]
Pick a card, put it back, don't let me see it.
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But he does reach out to take a card (and brushing his fingers over several others; he knows exactly how a Were would accomplish a trick like this) and then puts it back without looking at it himself. Just one finger ever so briefly rubbed along the lower edge. He'll know which card it is by the amount of his own scent on it.]
That's interesting, because I could have sworn you were a wolf-person.
[A little more direct then, but not outright stating what he knows.]
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[He leans back, smiling serenely.]
And I don't need to look at the card.
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[ She gives him her back. ]
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Maybe. But I'm Dire Wolf Clan and I know the scent of wolf when I smell it. And I don't need to look at the card because my nose is better than my eyes. You can still finish your trick, I'm sure.
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