Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on May 6, 2014 0:22:39 GMT
Open to All
((For reasons of living in a local place for so long if anyone would like, addressing Rosey as if you already know her will get her to respond to you as if she knows you as well but only in basic information that is already accessible. Meaning calling her by name.))
Night was settling over the City of Gears once more and the moon rose to shine bright in the sky, illuminating the rundown buildings present in the peasant’s hovel. Much was left to be desired in this part of the city but not all of it was bad. Many bars and taverns strived on this end but one in particular called the Red Raven stood out amongst others. It was a tavern that housed drinks and meals for all even if they did not spend the night in one of the many rooms kept upstairs. The Red Raven was built on muddy grounds and therefore was elevated from the ground leaving enough crawl space for smaller children to get underneath though many spiders and other vermins lived beneath and so warded them off. Any child who had been brave enough to venture below the building and not suffer a bite from the spiders or catch disease from the vermin were rewarded from the money that poor drunkards had dropped between the cracks of the floor boards. The building herself was kept in neat conditions despite its locations and the staff was all women rumored to have once been dollymops or street trash that came to seek refuge. The owner was the only exception but he was a man getting on in years and so relied mostly on his fiery haired daughter to run the place and run it she did. For someone born of commonwealth she had a natural beauty that was most uncommon. When she walked into a room most men and women would stop and take notice of her dark, red hair that was so dark it could almost pass for brown. On top of her head she wore a bandanna and two locks of hair on either side of her face rolled over her shoulders and down to her thin waist while the rest cascaded down her back. This woman was of a smaller chest though her hips made up for her boyish torso and in her hazel eyes there was a kindness that spoke warmth until someone made cause to light the fire in them. Her voice was sultry and higher than one might have initially guessed but she never seemed to be able to raise it. That being said she seemed almost perfect in the eyes of strangers and the people who visited her place but no one was without imperfections. At the base of the back of her neck was the beginning of claw marks that led beneath her dress and from her collarbone down to her bosom was another set of claw marks. It was a wonder what sort of beast caused the damage but she never spoke of it. Such a woman entered the building today just as the night was beginning to grow wild. It was a party here in the Red Raven and she smiled knowingly at her guests as she made her passes. One familiar guest caught her eye as he came every day since his arrival to the city.
As the night kicked on, Tyrell sat in his corner watching the guests and hoping it would be an uneventful evening. The room was large for a tavern and from what he could see even blue blooded people did not stay away from this place though they were scarce and less seen than others. At the far end of the room, slightly elevated was a stage where local entertainment played music, sang, or performed little shows. His attention was suddenly drawn away from the people when he noticed a familiar weight take a seat beside him, and he could not help but smile as felt the warmth of her hand on his back. Rosey did not speak until he looked at her as she was well aware in their relationship now of his disability. “I hope the day had been treating you better than the last,” she spoke to him gently to which he smiled broadly. “Tonight I’ll be able to actually pay you for the meals,” he replied then looked down embarrassed. Since he’d come Rosey had given him meals whether he had money for them or not. She was kind that way and took care of all who had nothing if she could help it. Not wishing him to miss her words, she gently reached out and lifted his chin with her fingertips. “Deary, you deserve all of those meals. Why if it hadn't been for you breaking up all those bar fights we have had I would have had to rebuild this place at least half a dozen times. And poor Bella, if you weren't there she would have suffered more than just a black eye,” she said then gestured to a passing serving woman whose left eye was swollen shut. “You just enjoy yourself tonight and I’ll get you some food,” she said as she stood then smiled at him, gave him a pat on the head, then left. Tyrell couldn't help but sigh. There was no such thing as arguing with her so he sat and gazed over the crowd wondering now if he would spot any familiar face.
((For reasons of living in a local place for so long if anyone would like, addressing Rosey as if you already know her will get her to respond to you as if she knows you as well but only in basic information that is already accessible. Meaning calling her by name.))
Night was settling over the City of Gears once more and the moon rose to shine bright in the sky, illuminating the rundown buildings present in the peasant’s hovel. Much was left to be desired in this part of the city but not all of it was bad. Many bars and taverns strived on this end but one in particular called the Red Raven stood out amongst others. It was a tavern that housed drinks and meals for all even if they did not spend the night in one of the many rooms kept upstairs. The Red Raven was built on muddy grounds and therefore was elevated from the ground leaving enough crawl space for smaller children to get underneath though many spiders and other vermins lived beneath and so warded them off. Any child who had been brave enough to venture below the building and not suffer a bite from the spiders or catch disease from the vermin were rewarded from the money that poor drunkards had dropped between the cracks of the floor boards. The building herself was kept in neat conditions despite its locations and the staff was all women rumored to have once been dollymops or street trash that came to seek refuge. The owner was the only exception but he was a man getting on in years and so relied mostly on his fiery haired daughter to run the place and run it she did. For someone born of commonwealth she had a natural beauty that was most uncommon. When she walked into a room most men and women would stop and take notice of her dark, red hair that was so dark it could almost pass for brown. On top of her head she wore a bandanna and two locks of hair on either side of her face rolled over her shoulders and down to her thin waist while the rest cascaded down her back. This woman was of a smaller chest though her hips made up for her boyish torso and in her hazel eyes there was a kindness that spoke warmth until someone made cause to light the fire in them. Her voice was sultry and higher than one might have initially guessed but she never seemed to be able to raise it. That being said she seemed almost perfect in the eyes of strangers and the people who visited her place but no one was without imperfections. At the base of the back of her neck was the beginning of claw marks that led beneath her dress and from her collarbone down to her bosom was another set of claw marks. It was a wonder what sort of beast caused the damage but she never spoke of it. Such a woman entered the building today just as the night was beginning to grow wild. It was a party here in the Red Raven and she smiled knowingly at her guests as she made her passes. One familiar guest caught her eye as he came every day since his arrival to the city.
As the night kicked on, Tyrell sat in his corner watching the guests and hoping it would be an uneventful evening. The room was large for a tavern and from what he could see even blue blooded people did not stay away from this place though they were scarce and less seen than others. At the far end of the room, slightly elevated was a stage where local entertainment played music, sang, or performed little shows. His attention was suddenly drawn away from the people when he noticed a familiar weight take a seat beside him, and he could not help but smile as felt the warmth of her hand on his back. Rosey did not speak until he looked at her as she was well aware in their relationship now of his disability. “I hope the day had been treating you better than the last,” she spoke to him gently to which he smiled broadly. “Tonight I’ll be able to actually pay you for the meals,” he replied then looked down embarrassed. Since he’d come Rosey had given him meals whether he had money for them or not. She was kind that way and took care of all who had nothing if she could help it. Not wishing him to miss her words, she gently reached out and lifted his chin with her fingertips. “Deary, you deserve all of those meals. Why if it hadn't been for you breaking up all those bar fights we have had I would have had to rebuild this place at least half a dozen times. And poor Bella, if you weren't there she would have suffered more than just a black eye,” she said then gestured to a passing serving woman whose left eye was swollen shut. “You just enjoy yourself tonight and I’ll get you some food,” she said as she stood then smiled at him, gave him a pat on the head, then left. Tyrell couldn't help but sigh. There was no such thing as arguing with her so he sat and gazed over the crowd wondering now if he would spot any familiar face.