Willow snorted quietly at this new person who she didn't recognize. She scanned him and counted the amount of money she could make swiping just one thing. Her hands stayed on top of the table, still working through the food she had placed for herself. She didn't need any more trouble especially after she just came back to her home. You don't bring trouble into your home. So she stayed where she was and hitched her shoulders against all the thoughts that came raining down on her to take and steal and to go back to the life she lived so recently.
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I like books and food and books and really love books. I hate that bookstores aren't open all the time because I always finish my books in the middle of the night and then I have to wait until the morning before the stores open and I can go get more books!
I try to be good at the roleplay thing, but I'm real bad at it. I'm trying to learn.
I try to be good at the roleplay thing, but I'm real bad at it. I'm trying to learn.
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Willow's stomach growled embarrassingly loud. She placed a hand on it and glanced around to see if anyone had heard it. She decided that food would be the only acceptable solution, so she walked back into the kitchen organizing herself a meal. A few minutes later, she emerged with a tray filled with a bowl of porridge, brown sugar for said porridge, a cup of milk, a plate of jam toast, three small pies, and another chocolate cake. She took that and her drink to another table that allowed more space, though closer to other people, and set it all down. Stifling a yawn, she pulled a book out from who knows where and set to eating while reading.
Willow emerged from her room and took a seat at the bar after returning the empty plate, clean of even crumbs, to the kitchen. She said nothing and paid no attention to anyone else in the tavern. Her thoughts were tied up among themselves, some of them even wishing for more cake, but she knew she shouldn't have more. Instead she got herself a tall glass of green liquid, taking small sips from it every now and then.
@Alisdragon911
Willow grinned, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. She calmly drank some of her cinnamon whiskey and coke and started to dig into the cake. It was a brilliant cake, poorly decorated, but delicious all the same. She got into her head that she might have a work with the cooks about how the eyes taste first, not necessary, but always a nice touch.
The cake was gone in a matter of minutes and the whiskey followed soon after. Still, she was hungry, so she slipped into the kitchen and nabbed the rest of the cake from which the slice came from. No one will miss this.. much... she thought as she quietly took it back to her rooms to scoff it up in privacy.
Willow grinned, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. She calmly drank some of her cinnamon whiskey and coke and started to dig into the cake. It was a brilliant cake, poorly decorated, but delicious all the same. She got into her head that she might have a work with the cooks about how the eyes taste first, not necessary, but always a nice touch.
The cake was gone in a matter of minutes and the whiskey followed soon after. Still, she was hungry, so she slipped into the kitchen and nabbed the rest of the cake from which the slice came from. No one will miss this.. much... she thought as she quietly took it back to her rooms to scoff it up in privacy.
I don't know WHAT happened to Willow while she was away, but she's a completely different person now. XD
@Alisdragon911
Willow's smile grew, and so she talks, she thought to herself. She tried not to snap at the girl who had done nothing wrong to her at this point, "Some cinnamon whiskey mixed with cola and a slice of chocolate cake if you have it? If not, then no food thank you," She said pleasantly, tapping the table absentmindedly. She was watching everyone else at this point, more interested in what they were doing with their lives than anything happening in hers. She was so concentrated on overhearing others conversations, that her hair shimmered and a blue/purple colour ran out from her scalp, staining the rest of her hair.
Willow's smile grew, and so she talks, she thought to herself. She tried not to snap at the girl who had done nothing wrong to her at this point, "Some cinnamon whiskey mixed with cola and a slice of chocolate cake if you have it? If not, then no food thank you," She said pleasantly, tapping the table absentmindedly. She was watching everyone else at this point, more interested in what they were doing with their lives than anything happening in hers. She was so concentrated on overhearing others conversations, that her hair shimmered and a blue/purple colour ran out from her scalp, staining the rest of her hair.
@Alisdragon911
Willow looked at Ayeka and smirked at her. She didn't make any attempt at conversation, she simply didn't feel like it and it took so much energy. She never started conversations anymore, though she would participate in one if she must, to be civil or to make the closest thing she could call a friend... and so she waited to see what this girl would do.
Willow looked at Ayeka and smirked at her. She didn't make any attempt at conversation, she simply didn't feel like it and it took so much energy. She never started conversations anymore, though she would participate in one if she must, to be civil or to make the closest thing she could call a friend... and so she waited to see what this girl would do.
Willow stood up quietly, hoping to not draw attention as she crossed the room to the doorway that lead to her room. She avoided looking at any other place than the door, ducking through and walking the short distance it took to arrive at her door. She wasn't sure and she hated to not be sure.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and walked into her room that seemed to be stuck in time. Dust coated everything, from the bowl by the door for her keys, to the stacks of books that lined the walls. She trailed a finger through the dust on the table and her mouth twisted in disgust at it. Willow took off her heavy cloak, draping it over a chair at her desk and shook her hair out, it bounced out of her braid slightly curled.
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After she finished cleaning her rooms of dust and threw out the trash, she returned to the tavern room, her cloak left behind, instead she was dressed in a simple black shirt, 3/4 sleeves and a v-neck, and dove gray pants that melded into her tall brown boots, cleaned of any dirt or mud. She took a seat at a table closer to the center of the room.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and walked into her room that seemed to be stuck in time. Dust coated everything, from the bowl by the door for her keys, to the stacks of books that lined the walls. She trailed a finger through the dust on the table and her mouth twisted in disgust at it. Willow took off her heavy cloak, draping it over a chair at her desk and shook her hair out, it bounced out of her braid slightly curled.
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After she finished cleaning her rooms of dust and threw out the trash, she returned to the tavern room, her cloak left behind, instead she was dressed in a simple black shirt, 3/4 sleeves and a v-neck, and dove gray pants that melded into her tall brown boots, cleaned of any dirt or mud. She took a seat at a table closer to the center of the room.
@Alisdragon911
Willow took no notice of anything, yet she observed everything, her eyes only giving the waitress the quickest of glances before moving on to the other patrons of the tavern. She palmed an old and small dagger for comfort as she looked around the semi-familiar room. Her eyes finished their sweep of the room and fell towards the doorway that led to her rooms. Willow absentmindedly flicked the daggers edge, testing it, as she wondered whether to go check on her old haunts yet or should she wait until a chance to slip away unnoticed... Her mind whirled around her options as she quietly tapped the table.
Willow took no notice of anything, yet she observed everything, her eyes only giving the waitress the quickest of glances before moving on to the other patrons of the tavern. She palmed an old and small dagger for comfort as she looked around the semi-familiar room. Her eyes finished their sweep of the room and fell towards the doorway that led to her rooms. Willow absentmindedly flicked the daggers edge, testing it, as she wondered whether to go check on her old haunts yet or should she wait until a chance to slip away unnoticed... Her mind whirled around her options as she quietly tapped the table.
Willow straitened her shoulders and walked into the tavern she once called home. She wondered to herself if her things had been left there since her payments never failed to appear on time despite her disappearance. She was wrapped in a long cloak that cast shadows on her face, hiding her features. Willow didn't know what had changed since she left and she didn't want to be caught unaware by anything.
She quickly took a seat at a table that allowed her to view the room in front of her and all the people in it.
She quickly took a seat at a table that allowed her to view the room in front of her and all the people in it.
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