Ever the bouncy one, Carley moved down the docks. She was dressed casually...for her at least. Her blouse was a pale blue, almost white, with billow sleeves, cinched at the wrists. Over that was a dark blue corset vest. Shorts were short as always, form fitting, and dark to match the vest.
The plumed beret was present. Always.
The air was starting to smell like salt again, rather than fish. She had worried the docks would be a big mess still, but everyone had really done well in pitching together to clean things up. And since there wasn't a big hooplah happening, she managed to find her way to DeVernon Dockside. Fifteen minutes early no less!
Grin on her face, she changed direction and moved towards the building, peering around, looking it over. It was the first time she had been there after all. Approaching the door, she reached out about to open it, but paused. She wasn't exactly sure how to go about this.
"Ah.." Hand up, she knocked on the door. "Sebastian!" Nearly sing song. "It's Carley!" She waited a moment, rolling on the balls of her feet. "I'm not too early am I?" She canted her head at the door, almost expecting it to respond to her.
The plumed beret was present. Always.
The air was starting to smell like salt again, rather than fish. She had worried the docks would be a big mess still, but everyone had really done well in pitching together to clean things up. And since there wasn't a big hooplah happening, she managed to find her way to DeVernon Dockside. Fifteen minutes early no less!
Grin on her face, she changed direction and moved towards the building, peering around, looking it over. It was the first time she had been there after all. Approaching the door, she reached out about to open it, but paused. She wasn't exactly sure how to go about this.
"Ah.." Hand up, she knocked on the door. "Sebastian!" Nearly sing song. "It's Carley!" She waited a moment, rolling on the balls of her feet. "I'm not too early am I?" She canted her head at the door, almost expecting it to respond to her.