Little Italy

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

Yes I've gotten better at motivating myself and time management.

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

Because she was so exhausted, Quinn slept in her chair without stirring once. It was only when the sound of the stranger waking up and the action of her head slumping forward abruptly jerked her awake, her eyes flying open as she quickly sat up straight again and inhaled sharply. It took her a second to remember exactly where she was and why she was looking at a man with serious stitches all over his face and he was staring right back at her, but the previous nights events soon came flooding back as she studied his face.

"Hey, Poker Face, you made it through the night," she observed, a mixture of surprised, impressed, and still half asleep. They had dubbed him as such the night previously since they didn't know his name. She turned her head to look out toward the door and called, "Doctor Mitchell? He's awake." Her good eye moved back to the bewildered young man sitting on the bed before her. She wasn't sure how much he would be able to remember of the people who tried to kill him, judging by the gravity of his head injury, but for now he was probably still coming to terms with the fact that he was even still alive. Now that his eyes weren't welded shut by his own blood, she could see that they were hazel, strikingly so, studying her warily, which was understandable considering the circumstances. Plus, she wasn't the easiest face to wake up to, especially after a near death experience.

She stood up with a small stretch as the doctor entered the room, now clad in overalls, a dark pinstripe shirt, and old leather work boots with a red bandana tied around his neck. He looked much more alert now, and sat down in the chair that Quinn had abandoned in order to stand off to the side with her arms crossed and head tilted, resigned to quietly observing. She wasn't really sure if she should stick around, or if it would be better if she just collected her robot and split. She was never really one for people, she wasn't very charming and didn't make friends easily, nor did she have much attachment to Mr. Poker Face over there. However, she had stayed up all night making sure he didn't die, so she at least wanted to see him off, that seemed reasonable.

"Easy there, you've had a rough twenty-four hours, I'd say. You just relax a second, get your bearings, let's see what the damage is," Mitchell said, leaning forward slightly with his elbows rested on his knees, "Let's start with your name. Can you tell me your name?" he asked.

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

Aw man!!! Well, you'll be ables to speak french hopefully XDDD

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

For real though. We haven't been on this much of a role since we like first started RPing together

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

Elle's eyes snapped open abruptly, her dream startling her awake. She lay still for a moment, blinking groggily and slowly sitting up to survey her surroundings. Sunlight filtered through the small window, and she watched dust floating in the rays before disappearing in the air beyond the beams. She yawned and stretched as she forced her sore limbs to get her out of the bed to the wash basin, where she rinsed off as best she could before putting her leather armor back on. After gathering her belongings, the breton left her room as she braided her red hair in a half up half down fashion to keep it out of her face while still keeping her ears and neck warm. She had a hood, but the extra layer helped protect her fro the chill, she wasn't yet accustomed to the harsh cold of Skyrim.

She descended the stairs to find her half-mer companion already awake and seated at the bar with a mug of something in hand. "Good morning," she greeted, trying to keep the sleep and apprehension from her voice as she sat down next to him, "Sorry to keep you waiting." Honestly, if she didn't have Nil to think of, she would have just laid in bed the entire bed to avoid her problems. But, though he may not have intended to, he was holding her accountable in a way, and that ultimately was probably better for her and her decision making.

She wasn't particularly hungry, so she politely declined when the innkeeper offered her breakfast as she turned in her key. With her stomach in knots over what the day might hold, she had no appetite at the moment. Though, she wasn't even sure if they could even reach the Greybeards today or how long it would take to even get there. She wanted to save her coin for supplies anyway. They still needed a map and food for the journey, plus she wanted to stock up on an first aid they might need. With their past experiences int he injury department, they were going to need it.

Ain't that a Kick in the Poker Face [Graviloquence & Little Italy]

GIRL YOU ARE ON FIRE IM PROUD OF YOU

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

Yeah that's why I went to a trade specific college. I was done with the hgihschool bullshit

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

Ugh I know. everyone is like "These are the best years of your life!" and I'm like "IT GETS WORSE???"

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

Welcome to hell. Pt. 2. Except now you don't have your parents doing your laundry and paying for food.

Sᴋʏʀɪᴍ ᴘʀᴘ w/ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Iᴛᴀʟʏ

Dude I feel

Also Nil's saltiness gives me life