[It's been a long time since Avell has been in a bar that has actual people in it. True, where she was before had it's own few makeshift ones, but the company was decidedly lacking, in one way or another.
She steps inside, dark hair tied back in a tiny ponytail and takes in the scene around her. She's on the shorter side, a mere 5'2" and skinny as her build is, there's something about her that screams strength. Whether it's in her attitude and mannerisms, or something else entirely goes unsaid.
Moving to the bar, Avell drops a few coins on the counter.]
Whisky.
[The word bears a faded French accent. It seems she's been away from home for a very long time.]
[Wildcard: Collection]
[In the marketplace stalks a woman, a metal bat rested on her shoulder. She takes her time, half taking in the sights but clearly looking for someone as well. Eventually she comes to a pause, staring down a particular vendor and smirking to herself.
The bat is tapped twice on the vendor's counter.]
You. Old Red Cape demands his payment. It is best not to keep him waiting.
[Wildcard: Rain]
[She's been doing just fine, getting from a to b. Sure she's had a few run ins with poor weather, but so far she's managed to play it out well enough. This time however, the rain looks to be catching up on her quicker than she'd like, and the afternoon crowd has all but stopped her in her tracks.
Thus she pushes and shoves, trying to work her way through the crowd without panicking or doing any unnecessary harm.]
C'mon move. Move you stupid fuck.
[Perhaps it's karma that draws the rain down quicker. The rain starts to fall, only light for the moment but seeming to get heavier with each drop. She needs to get off the street, away from this weather and to cover of some form.
A little more aggressively, Avell starts to push her way through the crowd, static crackling off her skin as she goes.]
Avell Talsun | Original Character
[It's been a long time since Avell has been in a bar that has actual people in it. True, where she was before had it's own few makeshift ones, but the company was decidedly lacking, in one way or another.
She steps inside, dark hair tied back in a tiny ponytail and takes in the scene around her. She's on the shorter side, a mere 5'2" and skinny as her build is, there's something about her that screams strength. Whether it's in her attitude and mannerisms, or something else entirely goes unsaid.
Moving to the bar, Avell drops a few coins on the counter.]
Whisky.
[The word bears a faded French accent. It seems she's been away from home for a very long time.]
[Wildcard: Collection]
[In the marketplace stalks a woman, a metal bat rested on her shoulder. She takes her time, half taking in the sights but clearly looking for someone as well. Eventually she comes to a pause, staring down a particular vendor and smirking to herself.
The bat is tapped twice on the vendor's counter.]
You. Old Red Cape demands his payment. It is best not to keep him waiting.
[Wildcard: Rain]
[She's been doing just fine, getting from a to b. Sure she's had a few run ins with poor weather, but so far she's managed to play it out well enough. This time however, the rain looks to be catching up on her quicker than she'd like, and the afternoon crowd has all but stopped her in her tracks.
Thus she pushes and shoves, trying to work her way through the crowd without panicking or doing any unnecessary harm.]
C'mon move. Move you stupid fuck.
[Perhaps it's karma that draws the rain down quicker. The rain starts to fall, only light for the moment but seeming to get heavier with each drop. She needs to get off the street, away from this weather and to cover of some form.
A little more aggressively, Avell starts to push her way through the crowd, static crackling off her skin as she goes.]
Move, move, move!