Topic: I spy with my little eye

Rekah Illyriana

Date: 2009-08-18 01:10 EST
Night time. Rekah thrived at night, rewind that, she thrived at anytime of day. But, at night was when she did her best sneaking. She could go unnoticed in and through shadows and people because she was just a small girl, right?

This night was no different. She'd left the docks late, stopped by the Outback and asked around. No one had seen Madison. So, she took this information to further the search outwards into the West End. Armed with a stapler and a stack of papers she started tacking the missing posters with Madison's face on street lamps and doors.
Homes did not go unstapled. Nor did the businesses, or bars.

Lips curled into a frown as she continued on. Humming as she went.
The girl, while thorough, tended to distracted. And so the distraction this evening was the murmur of voices telling her where to go, and what to do.

She'd return in the morning to ask around. For now, the first step had been taken.

Now her steps took her back to the docks.


One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries. -A. A. Milne

Sage Charlie

Date: 2009-08-18 02:06 EST
Sweepin' up the floor and I 'ear the thunder and I gotta go take a look, clear my mind. So I wandered on out and took a gander at the clouds. There a while when I see a young red'ead tackin' up some posters. I'm of the min' to wonder why a young girl is out tackin' posters up at night alone and I start gettin' a knot in my old belly as I'm getting closer to the pole cuz I think I know what I'm lookin' at.


It's kit.


Madison.

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Charlie swung around for the young girl who was already skipping off for the next pole. And as she is turning around he's got to catch his breath cuz that girl, her eyes were the shining kind. Like wild. So he smiles and asks who in the hell she was and why she was runnin' around by 'erself in this junk part of town. And his eyes are tearing up and he's pulling out a handkerchief for the in case.

"Who sent you? You know Madison?"

Yes, the man was tripping over with questions. Anxious and shifting weight foot to foot in the energy that came with lost hope. He had lost his alright.

Hope was now nothin' but a poster tacked to light posts.

Rekah Illyriana

Date: 2009-08-18 21:44 EST
Step. Skip. She threw on the brakes and nearly jumped out of her skin hearing the man's line of questioning. Although, she didn't go any closer, it didn't look like she was going to run away.

"My bestest friend sent me. An' me and Miss Madison are acquainted. We're not bestest friends or anything. But, I am on a mission to find her!" Rekah bounced up and down losing a few pieces of paper in the process.

"Do you know Miss Madison? Are you her best friend? Do you know how I can find her? It's important!" Sometimes, she could cause a person to want to grab her shoulders and shake her and scream 'Sit still long enough so I can talk to you!'If that is any indication on just how much fidgeting and hopping she does when affronted with so many questions.

She did stop long enough to offered a hand to the fellow.

"I'm Rekah! Who are you? And do you have any cupcakes?"

Sage Charlie

Date: 2009-08-20 22:41 EST
A wheezed chuckle as he stands back, gripping that hanky tight. He has to adjust his spectacles as he looks at her because she is so bright to be watchin' and all these people, or something like people, are walking around her. Playing hand clap games. He stares at them for a moment or three, before cloudy blues find her again, in a squint and a shrug.

"I'm Charlie. Madison worked for me. 'fore she disappeared. I don't got cupcakes but I make a fine hot choc. Fact, next ta whiskey and some exotic liquor in a blue bottle, hot choc's is what she always wanted from me. You got dat in common with Kit. 'Magine she'd be fond o' you. She's got a way wit' people, especially youngin's... " Judging by Rekah's attire, wild hair and filthy fingers, he's thinkin' to heself maybe the woman in question could probably help Rekah out too. If only...." Anyhoo! How 'bout you come in and tell me what you know."

He gives a wary eyed look around them and gestures for her to head in through the entrance, where the lights of Zeals twinkle. "An' uh, bring those friends of yours in wit'cha too. As em if they like hot choc. Dey welcome"


He gave another look around the empty street, shaking his head and making a sound like a tired grumble. He didn't like any of this bizness and he never had. His tavern guard kept company and words with danger, and all danger bred was risk.