Panhandler, Kallen. /Slight/ Stretch.

[Lindsey]

Kallen stared down in to his plastic coffee container and frowned at the aged face of the woman on the coin that was slowly sinking to the bottom of his caffeinated brew. This hadn't been the first time a passer goer had dropped change in his dinky little brown mug, presuming he was panhandling. Coffee, where would he be without it? Probably back in bed of course in the seedy overpriced motel, he thought to himself bitterly. He scratched his dirty blonde patchy beard that was coming in and plucked out the coin and pocketed it. Maybe begging wasn't such a bad idea...

He pushed off the wall he had been resting against and headed towards the park across the street, egar enjoy the non-coined part of his drink and get his smoldering hot java fix. He'd all but rolled out of bed this morning, and it showed. He slapped on a sandy coloured tee, an unrecognizable purple smear on the bottom left corner. His jeans were in a similar state, but at least he /smelled/ clean. God bless Axe.

As he moved across the street, a slight swagger in his step, he tried to recall the night before. There had been vodka, that's for sure. When wasn't there vodka? He knew he could think of when though, and pushed the thought out of his mind.

The bright morning sun was nearly blinding, causing Kallen to squint his bright blue eyes and shield them with his hands. Shade. Quiet. There wasn’t much of it in the city, not compared to the middle of freaking nowhere which he was very much accustomed to, he thought. Regular simple minded hick I am. He plopped down on a bench underneath a massive willow tree, kicking his feet up to rest on it. Maybe he’d spend the afternoon here, look for work maybe just a little later. What a plan…

[Jay]

Jay:

Aloha Linzerfeet.
Name's Jay and 'tis a pleasure to meet ya.
-bowbow-

Would you mind greatly if I joined your thread with my Tea (Taealynne)?

[Lindsey]

ooc|| Not at all! Hola! I believe we have another joining too, Julia. Yay. RP. <3

[Jay]

Jay:

Whootness.
'Cause Julia rocks. And you do too.
-nodnod-

Gaaah, I officially love this site. There are absolutely NO anthro roleplays anymore.
XDD

[Lindsey]

ooc|| I know what you mean.

I started in quad and slowly faded in to anthro. I had like two really super close RP buddies. Then two years ago I decide I need a break. I come back this year and it's like... whoah. What happened?

[Jay]

Of all of the unjust, ungodly tortures known to the beings living on this good earth, nothing was worse than the ordeal that she was currently being forced to endure. Red hot pokers stuck into her eyes, fingers being broken one by one, her hair pulled out strand by strand; all of these inhumane agonies would have been preferred, over this…this…

“And here, ladies and gentleman, you see the true worth of my work! See how the lace is so beautifully sewn into the cloth? And how it shines in the sunlight? Just think of how it’ll look on your daughters! Your granddaughters! Just step right up, my good sirs and marms, and lavish them with a piece of Telhorn Dressmaker’s genius!”

This forced model-ship for the one and only Adam Telhorn; the world’s most annoying shop owner.

Sighing, the young woman currently standing in between a cart of fruits and a copse of insanely tall trees resisted the urge to forget the promise she’d made, hike up her skirts and run like hell. Freedom was just a few feet away…as well as the comfortable jeans that called to her from their confines of the small tent in the middle of the green park the idiot had chosen to hold this shindig. Tall, Asian featured, unmarred and definitely elegant-looking in the blue gown that Adam had insisted that she wear, she slowly twirled for the gathered crowd, biting the inside of her lip to keep from screaming. Dresses. It HAD to be dresses; the bane of her existence. It couldn’t be weaponry; on no. She was too familiar, too comfortable with the singing rush of a sword exiting a sheath, so, of course, whatever vengeful Gods looking down upon her had decided that this would be worthy punishment.

The only thing taking away from the elegant figure that she cut were the worn Nike sneakers; her compromise with the stalwart Telhorn. Long black hair fell in rivulets over her shoulders, and pale green eyes spat emerald fire at the huddled masses, her mouth pulled down in an ungodly grimace. But, for the short while she was forced to stand there, she prevailed.

[Jay]

Jay:

What happened was that somehow, someway, Highschool and '3 Vampires Kidnap 3 Mortal Girls!!!' took over.
-le sigh-

I was into quad for a short time as well. But I kinda like this better, for some odd reason.
XD

[Lindsey]

ooc|| More.. human? Haha I agree.
Yeah. Man, the FC and the RP baords. Killl meeee.

[Jay]

Jay:

Oh foo, you do furry anthro, don't you?
I really don't mind doing either one- furry or human- but I tend to type up intro's for my characters as if they were full human. 'Tis easier that way.
But in the future, I'll include mention of ears and fur, if you'd prefer. 'Tis no big deal.
;DD

[Lindsey]

ooc|| I usually do full human. =) I'm not opposed to furry though. Anyhting is okay in my book.

[Jay]

Jay:

Oh good. I just saw that 'human' comment, and the first thing that came to mind was 'crud, she does furry and I just made an intro for my completely muzzle-less Tea'.
XD

[Lindsey]

Just as Kal was closing his eyes and savoring his mocha-licious if not a little nickley drink when Mr. Telhorn’s voice carried over in to his section of the park. His eyes flashed open and looked over towards the tent. Dresses? What nearly homeless man /wouldn’t/ want the perfect attire for every garden party and bridal shower of the season!? He swung his feet and stood up, peering through the willow’s leaves the dangled at about eye level. He never could understand women and clothing. His late wife had always stuck to simple fabrics, practical and long lasting. She’d always looked fine. Something about the lace and the stain and silk reminded him of those giant beds with thousands of pillows. All for show, then tossed in to the corner of the room only to be placed back exactly the same way the next morning. Taking another sip, he pushed back the curtain of greenery and approached. Curiosity never killed anyone. Well, besides the cat.


ooc|| S'all good.

[Julia]

ooc:
Gah, sorry about leaving youuu. I wanted to go wathc TV with my mommyyy.

[Lindsey]

ooc|| It's okay. My mum made me pack stuff so I took off too.

[Jay]

So, there she was. Twirling slowly for the crowd too ooh and aah over the fabric of her dress, a downright scary grimace on her face.
She didn't want to be here. Didn't want to be stared at like this, dressed in such a flimsy little--
"Whoohoo! Twirl that dress higher, baby!" A voice called out from somewhere in the crowd. Snickers and more than a few sly glances her way were the results, as her cheeks began to redden.
Alright. That was the last straw. Screw nice.
"And thank you for your interest, ladies and gents!" She said loudly, much to Telhorn's dismay. With a low bow, she whirled around and marched off, dress dragging behind her like a bridal train.
“C’mon, Tea! Just one more show and your debts are all paid!” The annoying man wheedled in that high pitched voice of his, veined hands clawing at the air surrounding her elbow.
At least the idiot knew better than to touch her. She’d let him live for now.
Standing with a very unhappy frown on her face, the young woman used all of the available self control she had not to yell out a battle cry and drop kick the prestigious owner of Tellhorn Manufacturers, her current boss. She needed the money, she enjoyed various medical benefits that most girls her age would drool over, and…well, she needed the money.
All reasons why, with a sweet little smile on her face, she turned to look at the older man and gave him the calmest reply that she could muster. “Eat socks and die.”
Sure, it probably wasn’t the best comeback that she could’ve come up with, but hey, this was short notice! And sans profanity? It was a masterpiece, dammit.
Telhorn, his mouth dropping open in a very stupid expression, just stared after her as she stormed off.
Yeesh. Like she was one of those paid bimbos who thought that standing like an overstuffed Barbie doll was their ticket to the big time! It was...degrading. And annoying. VERY annoying. Kicking off her shoes, she ignored the grating voice of her boss- former boss by now, probably- as he introduced another 'model'.
She was Taealynne Yuxiang, feared and respected fencing instructor at the Garden Swords Arena, for crying out loud! Not a manequin.
"Yeah, tell that to your landlady, you idiot." She growled to herself, swinging her shoes around her head like a crazy person. "You're going to go broke and get kicked out. Then, in shame, you'll go crawling back to Cane. Just like you said you wouldn't. God...life sucks."