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Post by sirriwolfe on Dec 10, 2006 20:44:44 GMT -5
Celes walked into the Dove slowly, well it was more of an unhurried, unconcerned walk. She had really just arrived in Corus, and wasn't quite sure what she was going to do. She hadn't been to Corus before, well never a time that she could remember well, she knew that she had been here once before at least, but when or what she was doing, she doesn't know. Her one hand went to the sai that sat on her belt in front of her, the other two sai's on her back, she always got nervous when her thoughts turned, even slightly, to the past.
She walked up to the counter and ordered a glass of wine, it wasn't that she liked wine, she didn't mind it, but she usually didn't drink it, not wanting to cloud her mind. But she knew that one small glass of wine wouldn't do much. She picked up the glass of wine, and went to a table in the corner.
She flipped a Sai, and took a sip of her drink. She looked around the place, and memorised all of the exits, and people hanging around.
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Post by Jazz on Jan 29, 2007 12:48:04 GMT -5
Katrina jumped of the moving cart with the expertize of one who had done it a miilion and one times before. She clutched her bag to her chest, the small case that held her meagre possesions, and waved her farewell. A smile lit her striking but attractive face; she was back in Corus. Brushing some violent pink strands out of her eyes, she walked with a measured excitement to the door of the Dove, the only place except the theatre that was only ever really home.
She greeted the innkeeper with an easy familiarity. He tossed her a key, and she made her way u p to the room she'd been occupying for years. She was good income for the inn; she was a storyteller and a musician and a player. Many a cold night was entertained by her lively stories. And in return she lived in the inn when she stayed in Corus, at a very low price. They had an understanding.
Her room was just the same as when she'd left it. She dumped her bag on the bed, and changed out of her dusty travelling clothes, pulling on a simple pink shift with a darker overdress. She ran her fingers through her hair, glancing at the mirror. The violent pink had been the result of a rather unsuccesful magic attempt, but she liked it. Trina grinned at her reflection, and clattered down the stairs.
She was greeted loudly by many of the more regular patrons; everyone knew Katrina DeMenzes after all. Kat sat down at the bar, and grinned at the waitress. "Hello, Elaine. Just got back from Port Caynn, we did. Got a little somethin' for a parched traveler?" she shot her sunny smile at the blonde woman, and winked. Then, from somewhere near the fireplace, someone cried: "Hey, Katrina! Give us a story!" Katrina spun around, and smiled, exhausted but always willing for more dramatics.
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