|
Post by Amanda Blaine on Aug 12, 2006 0:16:08 GMT -5
A rusted sign next to the door reads:
Balmore Inn Enter, Traveler
Inside, a sign reads:
Single Room: 20gu/night Double Room: 30gu/night
A large man leans against the counter (it is a very strong counter).
"Are you just going to stand there all day? Rent a room or go into the lounge, but don't just stand there. You're blocking my view of the door."
The lounge is to the right. A small band is playing some music while people chat and dance. It look's like everyone's been to the pub tonight. They're a bit tipsy. Twelve potted plants adorn the room.
|
|
|
Post by MeiMei on Aug 29, 2006 15:06:14 GMT -5
"Don't tell me what to do." She scoffed to the man coldly. She was seventeen now, and had recently received a letter from her father, whom she still childishly caled 'papa' The letter spoke of his arival on this date, and that he'd meet with her in the Inn. "I'm waiting for someone so shaddup or i'll puncture your larynx" She said that even more coldly. an Akward silence falling over the few people within range of her voice. She had gotten no taller since she came, that'd be kind of scary if she did. The only changes in a 'years' time she'd under gone is her hair cut, she had bangs now, she'd kept them since the first dance.
|
|
|
Post by wowposter on Sept 10, 2008 23:30:24 GMT -5
|
|