[center][b][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/29065/posts/ooc?page=3#post-908674]|-|Charlie Veno|-|[/url][/b][/center]

Charlie groaned lazily as she began to awaken on the firm mattress within the small room of the inn. She lazily brought her hand up to her face, too tired to slow its descent before it hit her face with a slap; though she seemed unphased. She began to rub her eyes as she pushed herself up with her free hand. Her legs flung over the edge of the mattress to rest on the cool floor, her toes stretching and flexing absent mindedly.

As her eyes adjusted to the morning light she looked around the room. The morning rays shone several more details of the small room that she had not noticed the night before. The walls were covered in tattered wall paper and stained with years worth of dust. The candle from the night before had still been burning, the old building no longer having electricity. She leaned over to the dresser and blew out the flame. She hated the dark and falling asleep without at least a little light was nearly impossible for the girl.

It was an odd fact. Most Vaegorne hated the light and thrived in the darkness. But little Charlie was hardly similar to any of her kind. The only similarity was her small black horns that protruded out from her pink colored bangs. Charlie quietly sighed under her breath, finally ready to begin her day. With a push off her bed she lazily fumbled into an easy stride as she made her way into the run down bathroom. She looked upon herself through the cracked mirror and used her slender fingers to fix her mild bed head.

Once satisfied with the results she smiled brightly, twirling on her heels and nearly skipping out of the room and down the hall. She made her way to the front desk were an elderly woman sat listening to a radio riddled with static to the point the words were hardly understandable. She leaned against the counter, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet as she awaited the clerk to notice her.

“Yes?” the elderly woman grumbled as her graying brown eyes blinked up at the strangely upbeat girl.

“I wish to check out! How much do I owe you for one night?” She chirped in her sweet sing-song voice.

“Twenty krell”

With that Charlie dipped her hand into a hidden pocket of her short red skirt and pulled out a small pile of assorted coins of varying quality. She picked out two silver coins and set them on the counter before dropping the rest back into her pocket with a clatter. “Here you go! Bye bye now!” she nearly sang as she turned and headed for the exit. Though before she could leave a new looking flyer caught her eye. A brow rose curiously as her steps slowed to a stop. Quickly she scanned over the flyer, her curious brow remaining.

She had heard plenty of M’alo, even yearned to visit it on several occasions. She knew of M’alo strong defenses and their request of aid was… surprising to say the least. She read further on at the reward. Her eyes widened in delight. Residence in the city of M’alo with a hefty bounty of Krell. She thought back on her thinning coin purse and knew she could use the money.

With a nod to herself she came upon a decision. She would help out the town of M’alo with her unique skills and eagerly accept their reward. Pushing her way out of the Inn she winced and cringed at the piercing light. The sun had always been especially bright in Kol’Uira as the ozone layer had thinned and blocked little of the suns natural rays. As her eyes adjusted she made her way towards the south end of the poor town where the caravan sat in wait for paying customers.

Little time passed before she arrived at the steam powered carriage, the driver setting behind the wheel. The driver had been leaning back in his seat with his hat down over his eyes as if he were taking a nap. Charlie lightly knocked on the steel wall of the carriage to get his attention. The driver pushing his hat up a bit and lazily peaking down at the young Vaegorne, giving a faint [i]’hmm?’[/i]

“Hi there! I wish to buy passage to M’alo.” She stated casually with a hint of her honey voice.

“Seventy krell and I will take you.” He responded as he pushed himself up to a less leisured position.

Charlie nodded and took out the appropriate coins and placed it in the drivers open palm.

“Alright. Hop in the back.” The man stated as he started the engine with a putter. Charlie made her way around to the back and climbed in, shutting and locking the door behind her. As the door locked the driver gave little time before they were off. 

During the day long ride Charlie spent most of her time sleeping in the corner of the carriage, only waking when there was a bump in the road.