The Cardinal Inn : Old Market District
Tuesday, August 14, 2012 - 1:04 AM
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Duffel bag in one hand. That sheathed rapier in the other. Only the duffel bag found the floor of the Cardinal Inn the second she stepped through those doors. The soft thump wasn't much to wake anyone out of their sleep, but it wasn't like she was trying to wake anyone anyway.
After all, the only person she felt like speaking to at the moment was already up and waiting it seemed. Franklin. Terry could tell by the look on his face; he had questions. And she was quick to give that look an answer.
"Here to pack up her stuff.. she's got stuff, right?" the girl who went by her last name - King - said. He didn't look overjoyed at her words, nor did he look all that upset. It was somewhat neutral. This was how things went -- people came and go.
"I'm jokin'.." That grin found her face then. "Well.. Sorta. Looks like I'm kinda', you know.. movin' in." Said as she rolled her right shoulder. She moved deeper into the main room; an obvious limp in her step from that strained ankle. Teagans sweeping maneuver during their match still felt and it would probably be a good week before she felt one-hundred percent again.
"Candy's the Overlord now.. but, I'm guessin' that's pretty much implied with the whole `I'm movin' in` stuff."
Franklin moved to gather her bag, but Terry was quick to shake her head. "It's the middle of the night, man. Don't worry 'bout that sh*t.. Ain't nothin' important in there anyway.. If you wanna help me, you can go get some sleep."
The man still picked up the duffel bag and hoisted it up. "Should I start expecting wild parties and property damage?"
That had Terry snickering. "Maybe? I'll try not to be too loud.. I mean, two in the mornin' is a good shut off time, right?" There was that disappointed expression of Franklin's she was looking for. "Nah, man.." Then she shook her head. "The boss's rules are still up.. I ain't bitin' the hand that feeds me. A nip here an' there, but I ain't breakin' skin."
"Kept Lizzie as squire.. so if she comes around, give her what she wants." There was another roll of her shoulder, then a lift of that leg to work out her ankle a little. "Stock up on Crush, 'kay?" Terry looked over her shoulder after speaking.
Franklin nodded. "I can do that. Is there anything else?"
"Yeah, get some sleep.. I'ma be in the gym." said with a flash of another grin. "I'll seeya' in the mornin'.. Eggs 'n bacon, alright?" Before he could answer, she was on the move. Hand waving over a shoulder as she went on her way. The Old Market Barony ring clearly seen wrapped about her middle finger.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012 - 1:04 AM
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Duffel bag in one hand. That sheathed rapier in the other. Only the duffel bag found the floor of the Cardinal Inn the second she stepped through those doors. The soft thump wasn't much to wake anyone out of their sleep, but it wasn't like she was trying to wake anyone anyway.
After all, the only person she felt like speaking to at the moment was already up and waiting it seemed. Franklin. Terry could tell by the look on his face; he had questions. And she was quick to give that look an answer.
"Here to pack up her stuff.. she's got stuff, right?" the girl who went by her last name - King - said. He didn't look overjoyed at her words, nor did he look all that upset. It was somewhat neutral. This was how things went -- people came and go.
"I'm jokin'.." That grin found her face then. "Well.. Sorta. Looks like I'm kinda', you know.. movin' in." Said as she rolled her right shoulder. She moved deeper into the main room; an obvious limp in her step from that strained ankle. Teagans sweeping maneuver during their match still felt and it would probably be a good week before she felt one-hundred percent again.
"Candy's the Overlord now.. but, I'm guessin' that's pretty much implied with the whole `I'm movin' in` stuff."
Franklin moved to gather her bag, but Terry was quick to shake her head. "It's the middle of the night, man. Don't worry 'bout that sh*t.. Ain't nothin' important in there anyway.. If you wanna help me, you can go get some sleep."
The man still picked up the duffel bag and hoisted it up. "Should I start expecting wild parties and property damage?"
That had Terry snickering. "Maybe? I'll try not to be too loud.. I mean, two in the mornin' is a good shut off time, right?" There was that disappointed expression of Franklin's she was looking for. "Nah, man.." Then she shook her head. "The boss's rules are still up.. I ain't bitin' the hand that feeds me. A nip here an' there, but I ain't breakin' skin."
"Kept Lizzie as squire.. so if she comes around, give her what she wants." There was another roll of her shoulder, then a lift of that leg to work out her ankle a little. "Stock up on Crush, 'kay?" Terry looked over her shoulder after speaking.
Franklin nodded. "I can do that. Is there anything else?"
"Yeah, get some sleep.. I'ma be in the gym." said with a flash of another grin. "I'll seeya' in the mornin'.. Eggs 'n bacon, alright?" Before he could answer, she was on the move. Hand waving over a shoulder as she went on her way. The Old Market Barony ring clearly seen wrapped about her middle finger.