Post by trinket on Jul 30, 2009 15:10:28 GMT -7
Date: March 5th, Week One
Time Frame: Noon
Place: Brooklyn, New York
Status: Open to all
Vibrant orange hair was visible though the throng of people that walked the streets. Dressed just as strange as her hair colour the pixie skipped along with the other that rushed along the streets. As she walked her small hand would occasionally dart out and take things from people with the skill of a master pick pocket. Rings and bracelets found there ways into any pocket the pixie had as she wondered.
Deciding to look through her loot she stepped into a small but crowded café, ordered some a small salad and a croissant along with a glass of soda and sat down facing out the window. A few empty seats were on either side of her, though the few people who looked about to sit down stopped when they saw the strange teen and elected to stand or take there drink and food to go.
The orange haired pixie pulled out the contest of her bag and started sifting through the items. Finding lots of shiny objects she would play with them for a moment like a child, holding them up to the sun and watching them shine though she ultimately would set them back into her bag.
Picking up the small white rectangular object that had two circles with strange triangles and the word menu between then and another rectangle, the object had a white string like thing wrapped around it. Being not as techno smart as others found the iPod, for that’s what it said on the back a pure mystery to her. Turing it around in her hands the pixie’s eyes filled with wonder at what this so called magic objects could do. As she continued to examine the objects she slowly at her food, though she had so care for manners and ate with her long fingers.
Time Frame: Noon
Place: Brooklyn, New York
Status: Open to all
Vibrant orange hair was visible though the throng of people that walked the streets. Dressed just as strange as her hair colour the pixie skipped along with the other that rushed along the streets. As she walked her small hand would occasionally dart out and take things from people with the skill of a master pick pocket. Rings and bracelets found there ways into any pocket the pixie had as she wondered.
Deciding to look through her loot she stepped into a small but crowded café, ordered some a small salad and a croissant along with a glass of soda and sat down facing out the window. A few empty seats were on either side of her, though the few people who looked about to sit down stopped when they saw the strange teen and elected to stand or take there drink and food to go.
The orange haired pixie pulled out the contest of her bag and started sifting through the items. Finding lots of shiny objects she would play with them for a moment like a child, holding them up to the sun and watching them shine though she ultimately would set them back into her bag.
Picking up the small white rectangular object that had two circles with strange triangles and the word menu between then and another rectangle, the object had a white string like thing wrapped around it. Being not as techno smart as others found the iPod, for that’s what it said on the back a pure mystery to her. Turing it around in her hands the pixie’s eyes filled with wonder at what this so called magic objects could do. As she continued to examine the objects she slowly at her food, though she had so care for manners and ate with her long fingers.