- Messages
- 250
- OOC First Name
- Cole
- Age
- 2/2013
There was an extremely unexpected chill in the air that surrounded Nobody Marsters. The blonde woman still had to make money, and though the temperature was below fifty she dressed and left the house. The past month she'd been able to afford her potions, but this month would be tight if she skipped even a single day of preforming. It was a shame really, as No knew that she needed some rest or she'd just become sick again. Yawning the girl searched through her bag in the inn she was staying in, but couldn't find what it was she needed. A Jacket. She spent around twenty minutes alone, looking for the jacket, and went other in her mind where it could have gone - truly unsure. Perhaps she'd left it downstairs, but if that was the case someone most likely left without it. The blonde hugged her arms tight to her chest and decided that no jacket and a little money was better than a jacket and broke - and thus exited the inn quickly and without looking back. In one hand was her violin case, which was light enough to carry one handed, and in the other was a small cup for galleons and knots, if she were so lucky to receive them.
Nobody set up her area quickly upon arriving at the Apex of the exit of Brightstone, next to a sign that pointed those leaving towards obsidian. It was the best place to play, as those entering still had money, and many exiting were in a good mood from shopping. The blonde began slowly with an old Celtic song that was simple enough to play for a warm up. The haunting sounds of the ancient violin traveled almost visibly on the wind, and within moments Nobody was moving along with her music. The movements were simple in her old beat up boots, her bangles jingling with the sound of the stings.
She had only been preforming for a half an hour or so when it hit. The sudden torrential down pour that she'd almost felt coming in her bones. It wouldn't last long, New Zealand didn't often get them as far as she'd been able to tell in her years there. The rain was heavy, and Nobody thought to stop playing, but how could she risk losing the money? So there she danced, with violin in the rain, freezing down to her bones and wishing she had the jacket she'd lost.
Nobody set up her area quickly upon arriving at the Apex of the exit of Brightstone, next to a sign that pointed those leaving towards obsidian. It was the best place to play, as those entering still had money, and many exiting were in a good mood from shopping. The blonde began slowly with an old Celtic song that was simple enough to play for a warm up. The haunting sounds of the ancient violin traveled almost visibly on the wind, and within moments Nobody was moving along with her music. The movements were simple in her old beat up boots, her bangles jingling with the sound of the stings.
She had only been preforming for a half an hour or so when it hit. The sudden torrential down pour that she'd almost felt coming in her bones. It wouldn't last long, New Zealand didn't often get them as far as she'd been able to tell in her years there. The rain was heavy, and Nobody thought to stop playing, but how could she risk losing the money? So there she danced, with violin in the rain, freezing down to her bones and wishing she had the jacket she'd lost.