Outside the City Walls (Open)

[Guy Laliberte]

Walking past the guards, Guy nodded. Sighing, he shifts the weight of his backpack slightly, the leather strap beginning to tire his shoulder muscles.

Today was interesting, wasn't it? Guy thought over the days events. Nothing much happened earlier on, the same routine of performing, entertaining, acting, etc. He followed the crowds like nomads follow herds of cattle. Cattle. Most people didn't bother to learn anything about him - they only cared that he was fun to watch, fun to laugh with, or at, fun to give Miza to. That suited Guy just fine. Those types of personalities he did not want to mingle with, or get to know better. Those people... All they do is point and laugh, and live their lives, without a second glance at those suffering.

Spotting a beggar laying on the side of the road, he opens his pack and fishes around, taking out an orange and tossing it to him.

"Thank ye kindly, good sir," Said the beggar, peeling the orange. Guy walked away, smiling to himself. A cry of surprise rang out from behind him, but he did not turn to look. Inside the orange was a gold Miza, craftily placed there by Guy. One less for him, but he fed a hungry soul, and that's really what matters.

He met someone new today. That was different. Not the fact that he met someone, for he meets lots of people, though they tend not to meet him. No, this person he conversed with, he talked to, and, he thought, he helped. That was definitely different. I wonder.... Will I ever see her again? Her snow-white hair was stuck in his mind, an image of her face that he could not shake.

Walking further down the road, Guy stops in front of a cottage, positioned among other cottages, barely distinguishable from the rest. But Guy knew this cottage well; it was his. He grew up here, and knew intimately its entire architecture, every single nook and cranny, and every piece of furniture, spare though they were. Taking a small brass key from his pocket, he opened the door to the cottage, twisting the key and being satisfied with the small click of the locking mechanism.

He dumps his bag on a table, and undresses, unbuttoning his vest and shirt, his plain cotton clothes underneath soaking with sweat. Sweat of labor, standing out in the sun all day. He cringes his nose as the smell wafts lazily up, almost solid in appearance. I really should take a bath soon... He undoes the three buttons of his fly and steps out of his pants, revealing rather hairy legs. Stretching, he rubs his eyes and collapses onto his bed, not bothering to remove the rest of his clothing.

Sleep overtakes him, at his encouragement, and he drifts off, wondering what the next day will hold.

OOCSo, is this over? If so, make a post in Leviathan's office with a link to this thread and an awards request.

OOCLevi, I wasn't really going for any exp in this thread, nothing specific at least. Just making a new acquaintance.

[Leviathan]

Thread Award! Enalahs Exp +1 Weapon (Sword), +1 Observation, +3 Interrogation Lore Understanding Entertainment (Basic) Guy Exp +1 Stealth, +1 Acting, +1 Rhetoric, +1 Flirtation, +1 Observation, +1 Interrogation Lore Turning that Frown Upside-Down Additional Comments Nice thread guys. As always, you can PM me any questions or comments you have about me ore my grading and I'll be glad to work out any needed solutions. Nice writing, keep it up!