Post by Marisol Rios on Jul 28, 2016 16:41:46 GMT -5
The young woman stretches and jumps out of bed in a shirt and underwear eyes weary and the sun out and bright. She let's out an exasperated sigh as she looks at the clock and counts how many hours she has before she opens up MacArthur, 2 hours, nice.
She quickly washes herself and dries off to prevent any "wet dog" smell before putting on a jeans, some shoes, and a button down black and red checkered shirt. She quickly packs up her clothing and other items she carries into her hikers backpack, her home, as she leaves the motel. She stops by a restaurant for some quick food running into a few workers including some of the casino workers that she sees over at her pub. She sits with them and they all share a laugh and work stories. A new worker complains about his hellish boss and how she was about ready to have him hanged and Marisol laughs as do the others.
When she gets ready to leave she pays for her meal and waving the men who are promising to stop by after work and she tells them she'll be waiting with food and good drinks, and a free round on her. The men let out a whoop of joy and she shakes her head as she makes her way to work. She mentally makes a few notes, casino has new workers, interesting, but other than that none of the others had made important moves, yet. She lets out a deep inhalation of air smelling nothing but freshness and she smiles.
The pub will probably be bustling tonight most of it interesting information on what the others are doing. She wasn't particularly interested in the fae's and even the demons but she knew the vampires were shifty. She could feel a deep tug in her bones at the thought of the other groups telling her that something was going to change, she would have to make sure her kind makes it out alive, at any costs. She frowns losing herself in thought her face filled with concern and ideas as she makes the trek towards the bar.
She finally reaches the pub and a few people are already waiting to be let in her concern dissolves and is replaced by a warm welcoming smile and a joke or two. The others laugh as she lets them in and as she starts up the pub she makes mental notes of all the chatter bustling around her bar making sure to not let any information slip her by.
She quickly washes herself and dries off to prevent any "wet dog" smell before putting on a jeans, some shoes, and a button down black and red checkered shirt. She quickly packs up her clothing and other items she carries into her hikers backpack, her home, as she leaves the motel. She stops by a restaurant for some quick food running into a few workers including some of the casino workers that she sees over at her pub. She sits with them and they all share a laugh and work stories. A new worker complains about his hellish boss and how she was about ready to have him hanged and Marisol laughs as do the others.
When she gets ready to leave she pays for her meal and waving the men who are promising to stop by after work and she tells them she'll be waiting with food and good drinks, and a free round on her. The men let out a whoop of joy and she shakes her head as she makes her way to work. She mentally makes a few notes, casino has new workers, interesting, but other than that none of the others had made important moves, yet. She lets out a deep inhalation of air smelling nothing but freshness and she smiles.
The pub will probably be bustling tonight most of it interesting information on what the others are doing. She wasn't particularly interested in the fae's and even the demons but she knew the vampires were shifty. She could feel a deep tug in her bones at the thought of the other groups telling her that something was going to change, she would have to make sure her kind makes it out alive, at any costs. She frowns losing herself in thought her face filled with concern and ideas as she makes the trek towards the bar.
She finally reaches the pub and a few people are already waiting to be let in her concern dissolves and is replaced by a warm welcoming smile and a joke or two. The others laugh as she lets them in and as she starts up the pub she makes mental notes of all the chatter bustling around her bar making sure to not let any information slip her by.