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Post by urftunfootwise on Oct 16, 2009 15:45:14 GMT -6
Tobacco-smoke filled the air as the locals at the Red Horse smoked from long, wooden pipes. The moon outside shone through the window, illuminating the smoke and making it seem white. The brown walls seemed warm and homely to the customers and lodgers in the Inn. When you walked through the front door to the building, you came directly into the bar; many a man, elf and Halfling would be sitting around a long wooden counter on tall bar stools, holding pint-mugs filled with ale, socialising and dancing. You might have noticed a hobbit, looking wary but happy, standing on a bar stool so he could serve the drinks, his curly brown locks and bare feet bobbing up and down quickly.
You would have seen the innkeeper and bartender, Urftun Footwise, on the outside one of the most hobbity hobbits in hobbit kind. He had never been further outside of Feriay than Zyabeth forest, and even then he had gone against his desires; however, he was a loyal hobbit, and on occasion he would show some un-halfling like tendencies, such as when the wolves invaded. That day had ignited a small candle in the heart of the Hobbit; the candle of adventure. However, it had since been blown out.
Tonight he was working as usually, thinking normal hobbit thoughts; he had just had his first dinner, and when he finished up for the night he would have his second before going to bed. When he woke up in the morning he would serve first breakfast to the sleepers before having two portions of breakfast himself, all the while thinking about what dinners he would have at midday.
He absent-mindedly kept on thinking these thoughts whilst working away. However, little did he realise that quite soon he would be drawn into an adventure... |
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Post by Ro on Oct 16, 2009 16:10:27 GMT -6
The door of the inn opened and closed so silently that no one even noticed the new figure stalking towards the bar with a panther's grace, tattered red cape swaying as she walked. Her face was obscured by a hood, also red in color, and the only things discernable was the tired line of the girl's mouth as she chewed on her lower lip as if in thought. There were a few who did notice her entrance, however, and those who did seemed to recognize the red cloak for what it was: the staple for the famous human thief, the Red Spectre.
Ro took a seat at the end of the bar, chin resting in her hand as she watched the patrons from under the saftey of her hood. It wouldn't be long before she had to report for her next job, but all she wanted to do right now was relax and have a drink before heading out. It wasn't even like this job was going to be hard; all she needed to do was steal some precious items from the mayor's wife and leave before anyone noticed her there. She could do that with her eyes closed if need be.
It wouldn't be the first time she stole from him, after all.
She watched some of her fellow bar mates drain their mugs. "I'd like one too," she told the Hobbit serving the ale softly, gesturing to the pints and smiling.
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Post by Ro on Oct 16, 2009 16:33:39 GMT -6
She inclined her head with a small smile and placed the coins on the bar between them. "Thank you," she said before downing half the glass; she'd been thristy.
After the initial first gulp, Ro drank the ale more slowly as if to savor it, watching the hobbit watch her out of the corner of her eye as she leaned against the bar. He appeared both scared and curious about her, although it was understandable; she attracted someone's attention no matter where she went, whether it was good or bad. Even when she didn't want it. Still, she knew he meant no harm and humored him for the moment.
"You can ask if you want," she said finally, turning to face him so that he could see her eyes. The blonde was amused. "That way you won't have to stare at me all night."
He was nervous. How cute.
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Post by urftunfootwise on Oct 17, 2009 4:11:55 GMT -6
Urftun looked up, snapping out of his hungry thoughts; somebody new wanted a drink. He smiled at the girl, nodding, before pulling out a glass pint mug from one of the shelves below the counter. He did a quick dust off with a clean cloth, observing the girl all the while. The more he looked at her, the more enchanted he got; she was pretty, there was no doubt about that. However, he also had the feeling that they were complete opposites - that maybe she was among the most un-hobbity people in the entire world. He scratched his temple; the girl just seemed to scream adventure.
"Well, my dear, that'll be three coppers, if you would," He said slightly nervously, looking away from her. Her wear was also different to that of most Feriay'n folk - it was more... extravagant. Urftun didn't even know he knew that word. He was scared of the girl... yet he felt like something was kindling inside of him...
Perhaps the flame of adventure?
He picked up a bottle of elvish fine ale, gently pouring it into the pint mug, before placing it in front of her, watching all of the time. |
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Post by urftunfootwise on Oct 17, 2009 4:19:58 GMT -6
Urftun would have cringed so very hard if the lady hadn't been watching him. Now he was more scared than curious, but he attempted very much, with his awesome hobbit powers, to hide his fear.
He failed oh so very much.
He laughed nervously, before clearing his throat and quickly pouring himself out a drink. "It's just, miss, that you look among the more... outlandish types, if you can see where I may be inclined," He muttered nervously, quiet enough so that no-one else could hear. He dared not say the word adventure - rumour had it that if you said those words, you'd inevitably be drawn into one, even if you were one of the least adventurous sentient's on the entire planet. Which is, of course, what hobbits generally were - except for that a small flame was growing inside of this particular halfling.
He sighed, taking a sip from his mug of ale whilst still standing on the bar-stool so he could face the girl. Several of the rowdier men were looking in her direction. He could, of course, see why - but such thoughts were proposterous for a hobbit of Feriay, weren't they?
The little Footwise was now unsure of whether to be envious of the girl's adventuring or frightened of it, but the fire seemed to arouse even more. |
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Post by Ro on Oct 18, 2009 14:28:46 GMT -6
"How very kind of you to use that instead of something..." she glanced about the room, eyes ice cold as she locked gazes with each of the curious men; they looked away almost immediately. Ro returned to smiling at Urftun as if nothing had happened. "...degrading. But I can assure you, I'm nothing so terrifying. I just enjoy my job is all."
Ro watched the different colors of emotion play through his eyes, ranging his own curiousity to abject horror; he wanted to know, but he was afraid what would happen if he asked. It was these types of people the thief enjoyed meeting the most since beginning her life as a nomad at the age of eight, and it never failed to amuse her when they asked her when they what she did for a living. Of course, she lied like the rug she was and told them that she was just a travelling clown, but she felt the sublime urge to tease this one.
It would be funny to see what kind of face he made when she told him she intended to rob the mayor blind tonight.
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Post by urftunfootwise on Oct 20, 2009 11:51:54 GMT -6
Indeed, the hobbit could tell this lady liked her job; she seemed to be happy. The logical half of the hobbit couldn't see it, really; but the other half felt like he was head-over-heels with the woman already. Nervous and admiration took the hobbit hand-in-hand, and a old story his parents told him when he was younger came to mind.
Little Red Riding Hood, anyone? He found himself smiling shyly, before downing the beer and pouring himself another one. He had quite a high tolerance for such a little man - but then again, this girl looked like she could handle herself too. He found himself blushing slightly, warmth from the ale heating his cheeks as well as a new shyness which hadn't been there before.
He sighed, sitting down on the stool. Unfortunately, his shoulders now only just went over the top of the counter, but he needed to sit down. Hopefully he could have a pro-longed conversation with this strange, yet utterly captivating girl. He sipped at the froth of his new drink, thoughtfully. If his hobbit side hadn't been dominant, he would have already been pining for an adventure if he could just be as admirable as this lady.
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Post by Ro on Oct 21, 2009 14:08:42 GMT -6
She smiled at him, watching as his cheeks burned red; it was nice being the one who to tease instead of the one who was teased. It made it that much more fun, though she felt a bit guilty now that she knew how it felt. Still, she would take what fun she could get; Morpheus was being particularly protective lately, and she couldn't go out as much as she liked to.
Tonights job would be her first in a month.
"You still haven't asked what you want to, though," she pointed out once he was seated on the stool.
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Post by urftunfootwise on Oct 25, 2009 8:18:21 GMT -6
Oh boy. It was this moment that would either make or break this new candle within the Hobbit. The ladie's occupation had been what was bugging him the most. She looked quite innocent to him, and yet he knew that deep down she was probably one of those dark people you find if you wander into the wrong places late at night, or at least something similar to that.
Still struggling to repress his fears, he smiled weakly. "I was jus' wondering what your job was, actually. By the looks of you, I figured it might possibly be somethin' interesting?" he said quietly, so that no-one else could overhear. Every few seconds, he found himself thinking the most unhobbit-like thoughts, chief among them: this could actually be a pretty fun job.
He took the women's cup, before realising - he hadn't even asked her name! "Sorry, I've been terribly rude... may I ask your name?" He said shyly, re-filling her glass and giving it back to her. |
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Post by Ro on Oct 25, 2009 10:17:35 GMT -6
She opened her mouth to give him her alias before becoming thoughtful. What was the harm? And at the very least, she wouldn't tell him what she usually did; there would be a few problems if she did. "Ro," she said with a wry smile, although it was odd to give a complete stranger her real name. The last time that happened, she'd gotten a djinn in exchange. "My name is Ro. I'm a traveling clown."
Not exactly a lie, but not the whole truth. And she did indeed enjoy her work as a clown. The looks on people's faces when she did a particularly amazing show, the children as they watched her in wonder, and just the feelings of accomplishment when she saw how happy people were after the shows were over...if the circus hadn't kicked her out, she would have been content to just perform for the rest of her life. Unfortunately, life wasn't always so kind, and she was a famous thief in place of a famous performer instead. It wasn't a bad trade off, but sometimes it got lonely when she couldn't really trust anyone she met.
"I actually was doing a show earlier today," she went on to say. "If you'd seen that crowd gathered in the square this morning," she added as she took her drink back from him, taking a swig as she put down three more coppers.
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Post by urftunfootwise on Oct 25, 2009 13:02:57 GMT -6
Urftun almost blanched when the girl said she was a clown. A clown. He had expected her so say she was an assassin or a thieve... but then, of course, you DIDN'T tell anyone if you were those things. Still, a clown...
"But you're far too attractive to be a clown!" He blurted out, before he could stop himself. Some of the more drunken men glanced over at him; one or two winked. Urftun sighed, a blush coming to his cheeks again.
"Do you... uhm... where paints and a red nose?" He said, when he had calmed down enough to breathe clearly and to try and regain his composure. His voice was almost sarcastic, something that hobbits weren't very often.
That's one sexy clown. |
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Post by Ro on Oct 25, 2009 13:25:11 GMT -6
Ro let loose a surpised laugh, cheeks turned slightly pink from embarassment. "Thank you," she chuckled behind her hand, trying to smother the laughter in case she was making fun of him. No one ever really told her she was attarctive as innocently as he just had, and it warmed her heart to know that there were still good people out there; her sudden desire to protect someone who was as kind as he was surprised her even more then his complement. "But I can assure you that I do more then just make a fool of myself for strangers. I learned to be an acrobat too when I was living with a traveling circus. So I can dance and twist into a pretzel too."
She threw her hood back so that those around her got a good look at her for the first time and twisted her leg up over her head to show him, grinning at the small applause she recieved. Taking it a step further, she wrapped her other around her neck as well and flipped upside down on the stool to hold herself up with one hand. The stool wobbled precairously, but she was sitting in it properly before it could get the chance to fall. Some more cheers were heard.
"And yes, I wear paints. But I refuse to wear the nose," she said and crinkled her nose. "It's annoying and itchy, and I get distracted if I have it on. Almost like when you're trying to fight and something catches your attention from the corner of your eye."
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Post by urftunfootwise on Oct 26, 2009 10:38:58 GMT -6
Urftun grinned and clapped as Ro performed for him (and thus the bar), instantly forgetting about blurting out how attractive she was. He gasped as she bent her body this way and that, slamming his hands together with the rest of the inn. He laughed as she talked about the nose being itchy and distracting, before sitting down in his seat again.
"So, now you've performed here, what shall you do? Stay here the night and then perform again tomorrow, or move towns?" He asked, running a small hand through his curly brown locks. Now that he wasn't at all afraid of her, he didn't want her to leave.
Who knows, he might take a holiday and travel around for a while and learn how to perform!
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Post by Ro on Oct 28, 2009 14:35:33 GMT -6
She gave him a curious look. "I've actually got a job here in town tonight," she told him without explanation. It wasn't quite a lie, but not quite the truth, and she felt bad about lying to him for some reason. Maybe it was the childish wonder on his face; Ro always felt bad when she lied to kids like that, after all. "And then I'm moving on. I'm never really in a town for more then a few days, and this is already my third day here."
Speaking of jobs, it was actually getting close to the time when she would be raiding the mayor's home and relieving him of his valubles. Her fingers itched to get to work now, but she knew that patience was key. And besides, it would be rude to just leave in the middle of a conversation.
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