Character practice (unplotted, open group)

Basically make it us as we go, this is for practising with those characters that you barely ever use/are new to you. Or of course your personal favourites.
There will be no posting order to keep a fast-ish pace. So 3, 2, 1...GO!

Rose pulled up her hood and walked outside, the day dark and sparsely spotted with sunlight. She trudged down the lane and looked at the local bookstore a small light coming to her golden gaze. "Maybe I should see if I can find that documentary." she mumbled to herself as she walked in. She browsed the new arrivals casually and with a small show of grace as she let her hood fall to her shoulders. She flipped a few pages and scanned the book before putting it back down and searching through another, continuously repeating the process through at least five books before meeting another person. "Hello." she greeted glancing up, albeit distracted.

Rose chose a book and walked over to pay for it. "You look like you'd rather be anywhere but here." she noted quietly getting out her money. "It's a rather dull day don't you think?" she asked, her voice soft and light. "My name is Axel, what's yours?" Her hair sort of hung down over her pointed ears and shielded her oddly colored eyes from most of the light in the room. The passing light from broken cloud cover sneaked a few rays in and made her skin glow its fluorescent sickly white color for a moment before the light would retreat again behind the clouds.

Khonsu walks down the street she could feel the eyes of male males looking her over. But the watching did not even phase her as she pauses by a little book store. She looks through the glass at some of the titles that where displayed. Tucking a stray fall of her long hair behind her ear she decides to enter the quaint little shop. She glances at the little bell that rang as she enters, the feel of the room was calm and quiet to her, sometime she could get the feel of a place just by walking in. She looks at the other two within and gives an slight nod in greeting before stepping up the shelves.



((her name is the link to her NDC page if you want to know what she looks like and stuff.))

Another person had walked in and she gave a nod holding her book before paying the small sum and going back to browsing the shelves. "You have a set of wings yes?" she asked looking back over to the counter. Some of the books were old and dusty, but those were usually the ones she enjoyed the most. She looked over at the new person and blinked. In so much time since she'd started her beloved career she'd never quite seen a woman like her. She was dark, like most elves she knew it seemed, but the tell-tale pointed ears were nowhere to be seen. So what in the name of her forefathers could this newcomer be? "My name is Axel, what's yours?" she asked looking at the new girl. She was hoping to get a name but glanced at the girl behind the counter again with a questioning look. "Who is she?" she mouthed silently.

She could tell the woman was confused, if that was the right word. "I. . .I take it you've never seen an elf before." she said quietly. "Are there none of my people where you come from?" she asked. "Certainly you must be from a very secluded country. . .You can find elves in every corner of the globe, or so I thought." Here she smiled and rubbed her neck. "Then again I've never seen anyone quite as unique as you, especially not in a town where you can see someone ten times in the same hour because the routines are always the same."

There certainly were some strange characters in this town, that was for sure. Zhenya stared with undisguised curiosity at a scantily clad woman walking down the street with some sort of doggy thing bouncing around her feet. Was there a brothel nearby or something? She couldn't think why the woman would want to advertise her body so if there weren't.
Come on, hurry up, a voice from afar told her.
Sorry, just enjoying the local sights, she replied teasingly to her best friend and the dragon she rode, Rhynna.
I'd hope that if you were male, you'd have told me by now. Zhenya laughed lightly, happy in the lone company of the antler dragon as she always was, and attracted some odd looks. Reacting to conversations no one else could hear with people that no one else could did tend to make her look a little odd- but no matter. She wouldn't be staying in town for long, anyway.

Reaching the bookshop, she pulled the door opened and stepped inside to an accompaniment of bells. She paid the girl behind the desk no attention, moving over to the shelves and beginning to search for the book she needed. After a few minutes of searching, however, she still hadn't located it. With a noise of irritation which was mirrored by Rhynna's thoughts, the girl strode over to the desk.
'Excuse me,' she said to the girl there. 'Do you have any books on-' Something caught her eyes, peeping out from behind the shopgirl's back. She instantly stepped backwards, a wave of emotions hitting her abruptly. They comprised largely of jealously and bitterness. The glossy feathers which he could see behind the girl- the other avian- reminded her of the thing she wanted to be reminded of least on a day which she had been enjoying like this one.


Ooc: I hope you don't mind me randomly joining, but character practice is something I definitely need with Rhynna and Zhenya.

“Excuse me?” Starling asked, “Books on what?” She had expected odd looks about her wings, but decided to just get on with it. It was only a temporary job, after all, so she could just about ignore all of the customers.

However, as she looked up from her bored place behind the counter, and was surprised to find an unusual look on the customer’s face. She didn’t look shocked but her wings, but rather… Starling wasn’t sure. The look on the girl’s face was like a cross between sorrow and contempt, and Starling wasn’t sure what to make of it. Instead, she looked downwards, and decided to ignore it. When it doubt, pretend nothing ever happened.

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A bookshop. Great. Rhys had been meaning to look for a new book of magic tricks – his old ones were getting boring. He stopped just outside the little building and re-adjusted his eye patch. That day it was an emerald-green star, with short, stubby arms. Then, once he was satisfied, he walked inside, smiling as the little bell above the door jingled.

He made his way towards the back of the shop, looking for a book. However, he did nod and mumble to every other customer he passed – he was so trusting of people, and would instantly try to greet them, rather than take the lonelier route of only speaking to a select few. He found the shelf he was looking for, and crouched down, studying the low shelf for anything of interest.(bringing Rhys in too, as I need to work with him a bit more)

As the woman who had stopped nearby moved away, Rhys finally selected a book. It was about complex slight-of-hand tricks, and a little bit about showmanship, which would be helpful. He grabbed the book and headed to the till.

Placing it down silently on the counter, he waited for his turn, shifting his eye patch cautiously. He was still uncomfortable with it, and couldn’t get used to the feel of it against his skin. Maybe that would just come with time.

As he waited, he tried to think of where he would go from there. He had no real job (since performing on street corners and in bars didn’t really count), and was yet to find a place to stay, so he could only hope this little town would pose some sort of opportunity.

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“Thank you for your custom. Feel free to drop in with any comments.” Starling said to the girl, feeling like that was all she ever said, working here. However, she was starting to get really uncomfortable about the looks this customer was giving her wings. She made an effort to hide them a little better, but that wasn’t going to do much good – they could only fold so far, really.

As the dragon’s face appeared in front of the window, however, Starling jumped in shock. She wasn’t sure how old the building was, and had no idea if it was strong enough to support a fully grown dragon. However, she didn’t protest – what was she going to do, throw books at them?

Turning her attention to the man, she put on her best smile and asked fro the money, checking the back of the book. Normally she would have asked how he was doing, or if he needed any help, but she was far to sick of customers to care any more.