Poeros

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I ended up changing her look. >.>

Finding a safe spot away from the other, the youth pulls down the face covering while facing the wall and processed to stuff their face with the food taken with all the grace and pose and a two year old with spaghetti.

I will RP with you guys for sure as my work shift starts at nonn and I get off at seven or eight Everyone is done for the night when I get home with the exception of a few folks. QQ

Seeming to have been forgotten for a few moments, the street rat takes the opportunity to calmly look at the food on the table... and quickly grabs up a few things and walks out of the room.

The red-eyed youth had kept kept still while the other spoke, eyes darting at the sound of crashing from another part of the building. Stepping in after Isielin, the Mi'qote followed the other down the hall, the footfalls as silent on the stone under. However, at the smell of food, a loud growling could be heard. It sounded at first like some angry dog, but could be quickly be discovered to belong to the street rat behind Isielin.

Standing up, the youth nodded. "Lookin' for work." they said, taking a moment to tighten the cheche at the back to keep it in pace. The voice was soft and muffled from the head gear, but the words were easy enough to make out with an accent that normally came with those that lived on the street. Using their eyes to indicate that state of the place, the Mi'qote turn their attention back to Isielin. "It needs work." Out of habit, the youth gave Isielin a quick look over for anything that could be stolen or to gauge if they were a "tourist."

Seeing the rat, the youth slowly reached into a small pouchat their side and pulled out a bit of stale bread. "No reason for us both to be hungry." the Mi'qote said, flicking the bread towards therat and watched as it bounced to the side a bit. Leaning forward to rest their elbows on their knees, watching therat with thoughtful eyes.

I use to play the trumpet? Now I just sing badly at work >.>

Well, I was going to be human and I had a set idea of what I was going to do... but on a whim in a beta I made a Miqo'te and did this emote and was sold on the race. It is the small things that matter sometimes

Hey there! Welcome to the group! It is awesome to have you join us. Looking forward to doing RP with you

The youth wasn't dressed impressively. Clothes were in onlya little better state than rags and it had been mended here and there with improvised tool and pins. A tanned chechewas wrapped around the head to protect from sun, sand, and heat with only two dark red eyes peaking through. A blackfluffy tail caked in dirt swayed this way and that as they walked down the early morning street. Pausing here and there, the red-eyed teen looked around for discarded items or maybe some water that might have collected in the early morning. It was habit more than anything else; the need to scavenge. To anyone looking, this was another young boy on the streetdressed in rags. Perhaps a beggar. However, the only thing to offset the impression was the crudely made sword at their side. It had no sheath, but held in place by a leather belt. The metal did not have a finish and looked more like a thrown out slab of metal than a finished product. But there was an a sharp edge that lead to a sharper point and the youth had seen to fashion a handle to the end. Pausing outside the Hall of the Twelve, the street rat eyedthe building thoughtfully. Rumors had spread about the politics of this place. It was a typical story one heard often. Strange upsets nobles, nobles ruins their life and takes everything from them. But it was still here and it had sounded like the man could use a helpinghand. If there was some food and shelter, that was good enough pay for them. Walking to the two large doors, the street rat placed an earto it and listened. It was still early and no one was awake yet from the sounds of it. Or, if they were, they weren't in the main hall. 'It's not breaking in if the place is open to people,right?' the youth thought to themselves and started to lean into the door. At first it looked comical, someone that small trying to push the grand door open, but it happened. It took some effort and time, but slowly one of the doors started to open with a deep groan that made the youth'sinwardly cringe. Once inside, they pressed their back to the door and worked on closing it, producing another deep creaking sound from the door. 'Not stealing anything. Not theft if the door is open andthe own wants help, right? Right.' Not seeing anyone, the red-eyed child moved away from thedoor and sat on the floor; waiting.

Ruin.

Totally interested!

When I heard about the new Xbox, all I could think about were the books I read in high school: Fahrenheit 451 and Big Brother. I still think that even with the "changes" they made in regards to getting games.