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 January Embers
28 | Magical | Unaffiliated
Red
Black Market Trader Olympia, WA Single Played by Shawna
shipper dragots 2700

As sprawling as the city was, it didn't take long to get to the edges of the city's limits, where nature reserves made it almost possible to forget the concrete and smoke of the city. Where, for just a while, one could forget the cold, harsh reality that people provided, and instead focus on the life that thrived just a few steps away. Red knew these areas as well as he knew the streets of Boston. The darker side of Northstone was mapped like the back of his hand, but these trails were carved in the back of his mind. Here, his thoughts were free to blaze trails, the soles of his shoes muddy with stories.

Bundled up in scarves and hands wrapped in holed gloves stuffed in pockets, Red had made his way to his favorite escape and found it almost devoid of human life. The cold bit, but Red didn't mind. The woods were always comforting, and, because of the cold, the winter forest was quiet and still, and peaceful. The frozen ground crunched underneath his feet, and patches of snow could be seen where the tree cover was sparse.

Red was his own boss, and he hardly worked a typical nine-to-five job. Instead, he had devoted the day to spend out there, though he was, of course, there on business. Some folks needed absolute privacy to purchase the goods that Red sold, and Red, of course, didn't mind. The time spent in the woods was an added bonus to the extra money he could charge for an out of the way drop-off.

His standard meeting spot was marked by a charcoaled log that had fallen during a lightning strike. A large boulder sat nearby, and red perched himself upon it before reaching into his coat and pulling out a small bundle wrapped in brown paper. It was the less treacherous of the two packages he carried. He unfolded the paper and lifted a cheese sandwich to his mouth and took a large bite out of it.

A few bites and an apple later, Red glanced at his watch, which indicated that it was twenty minutes past the time he was supposed to meet his customer. He'd wait for ten minutes more, but a filling sensation at the base of his torso told him that he had other business to take care of.

Red stood and walked to the nearest tree, stuffing the remains of his sandwich wrapper into his pocket. His pants were fastened with a column of buttons, which he undid, bracing himself for the cold that would soon greet him. Warm golden liquid fell onto the frozen ground, making a splattering sound as it bounced off of the leaves that it hit. They went from a frosted brown to a darkened red as they melted. The cold air and the hot urine were juxtaposed against Red's body. He shook the last few drops off before buttoning his pants again, and only a split second later did he notice a pair of eyes framed by dark hair.

TAG @MORGAN CONNOLLY
Mar 10 2018, 01:33 AM
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Mo
Research Assistant Boston, MA Single Played by Lana
shipper dragots 2100
Bald tires grinded to an unsteady holt against the side of the narrow, gravel road. You have reached your destination. The cool, female voice of Morgan’s navigator announced. She glanced at her phone for reassurance, not quite trusting the reception.

42.3050885,-71.1509978

This was the closest she could get from the road anyway. If the forum posts were to be believed (and she was feeling more and more dubious about that by the second) it would be a fifteen minute walk before she found the site.

The faded blue door of her worn hatchback swung open and she stepped out, closing and locking the car quietly. She’d never been in this area before. Perhaps it was the cold, or all the elaborate stories she’d been indulging herself with, but she felt uneasy the moment she passed the first row of trees. It smelled strange out here - of salt and smoke.

Maybe she shouldn’t be trusting somebody with the screen name OliveOil451.

She’d been walking twenty minutes with no sign of the supposed Institute hazardous waste burn pits when she heard a noise up ahead. The cracking of a twig, a heavy footstep, water hitting hard earth. By the time she saw the dark, lean figure she was already sharing a clearing with him.

From behind he didn’t appear to be from the institute. Dark clothing, long hair, hands clasped in front of hi-Oh.

She tried to peddle backwards, to get away from this stranger and his…private matter, but her back hit the tree behind her with a rough thud. “Ooft.”

@RED BROUSSARD

Mar 10 2018, 08:39 PM
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Red
Black Market Trader Olympia, WA Single Played by Shawna
shipper dragots 2700

The sounds of his urine against the frost must have drowned out any incoming footsteps. His back to the clearing and the path beyond left him vulnerable, which perhaps was his first mistake, but he soon realized after seeing the girl that he had nothing to worry about.

The girl reminded him of a doe. She was small and delicate. Wide eyes and lanky limbs. But nonetheless beautiful. It would be a shame to let a pretty girl run away too soon; he would have to thank the tree later.

Despite having only noticed her towards the tail end of his business, Red knew that the mysterious girl had seen more than enough. He could think of a few different reactions to seeing a stranger's privates, and, unfortunately, backing away in terror was not an unsubstantiated response.

"Hey," he said, a smile taking over his face, his head tilting coyly as he took a small step towards her. He put on the most endearing charm he had."How's it goin'?"

TAG @MORGAN CONNOLLY
Mar 11 2018, 12:40 AM
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Mo
Research Assistant Boston, MA Single Played by Lana
shipper dragots 2100
Awkwardly, Morgan looked away, gazing at the network of branches above them, at the solidified sap clinging to the trunk of a sturdy maple, staring anywhere other than at him. She stepped away from the tree, circumstantially shifting closer to the stranger in the process. She oughta hightail it out of there, make it home so she could post a steely response to OliveOil451.

With one hand against the offending tree and the other clutching her phone tightly, Morgan shifted backwards, edging towards the path she’d just come from. But before she could make her graceless exit he’d turned to her. And he was smiling, asking her how she was, like she was a friend he’d just passed by in the grocery store.

How was she doing?

Okay. He was odd. But she supposed she wasn't qualified to be making such accusations...

She swallowed the lump in her throat, tried for a polite, neutral smile. “Great thanks.” Great felt a little too enthusiastic... She glanced at her boots, brows furrowed. “Anyway...I’m gonna-” She cleared her throat, took a step backwards. “Leave you to it.” @RED BROUSSARD

Mar 11 2018, 06:53 AM
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Red
Black Market Trader Olympia, WA Single Played by Shawna
shipper dragots 2700

Her nervousness was endearing. He wondered what she was like outside of such circumstances. If they had met at a party surrounded by other people would she be any more interested in speaking with him? Yet, he couldn't imagine that they ran in the same circles. Party or not, he knew that there were better ways to meet pretty girls than alone in the woods.

"I'm all done," he said, maintaining his smile, "You don't have to run off." Red wondered what the odds were that he'd be able to pander off what he was selling to her instead of his no-show customer. She didn't exactly strike him as a hard drugs kind of girl, but perhaps there was something else he could offer her. A true business-man, he was never not on the lookout for some new endeavors. Though maybe she could be something other than a business partner.

"What's your name?" He took a few more steps towards her but leaned up against a tree in an effort to seem less confrontational, less dangerous. Red may not follow all the rules, but he certainly had no interest in harming her, and he didn't need her to think that he did.

TAG @MORGAN CONNOLLY
Mar 13 2018, 12:49 AM
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Mo
Research Assistant Boston, MA Single Played by Lana
shipper dragots 2100
He felt effortless, serendipitous - as if the thick mane of dark hair simply existed because thoughts of cutting it never occurred to him. His clothing could be a careless assemblage of thrift store pieces, pulled together out of fondness or necessity, somehow miraculously harmonious. He was cool, his words and movements a fluid dance of initial impulses.

And there she was, with her darting eyes and stunted dialogue, boots digging shallow grooves in the earth while she pondered what to do with herself. Her initial impulses rarely made it through the thick layers of scrutiny. She was eternally editing herself, considering all variables until her only option was to cough up some scrambled mix of several conclusions.

“What’s your name?” He asked, as if the breeze had lazily wafted the curiosity into his lips.

Her cogs started turning, consciousness heavy in the way her fingers knotted together. “Morgan.” She answered after deciding Boston contained too many Morgans for her first name to be considerably dangerous. “What’s yours?” Best to keep them on an even playing field.


Apr 21 2018, 04:20 AM
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Red
Black Market Trader Olympia, WA Single Played by Shawna
shipper dragots 2700
He could see her thinking, weighing all of her options and possible outcomes, searching around for possible escape routes. He wondered what was going through her mind, what opinions of him she had already formed. What was it that made her stay a moment longer every time she made the decision to walk away?

Hesitation took over her expression as she took her time to answer him. Doe-eyed caramel was wide and unblinking and her thin frame shuffled on the damp earth. She was plain, but pretty - the kind of girl who always looked younger than she was, who put more effort into things she deemed more important than showing off. She seemed quiet and naive, but she was cute.

"Morgan," he repeated, feeling the weight of her name on his tongue. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Red," he stepped forward, his hand outstretched as an excuse to move closer to her.

Apr 29 2018, 07:43 PM
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Mo
Research Assistant Boston, MA Single Played by Lana
shipper dragots 2100
Crisp leaves crushed beneath his boots as he drew closer, a genuinely smile framed by dark hair. It’s nice to meet you, he advised her. She found herself tempted to believe him - to believe that in the brief duration of their interaction he’d uncovered something about her to be interested in.

More likely, of course, he was just incredibly charismatic - well practised in the art of making others feel valued and important. It was a useful skill, she’d been told, one that she had never even attempted to master. She couldn’t feign interest, though with him she didn’t think she’d have to.

His name was Red. For some reason she liked that - a single, simple syllable to summarize an utterly perplexing person. Her lips twitched, a fraction of a smile that flexed and waned in matter of seconds. He was disarming. She had no idea how to respond to him.

He reached for her, a single, unthreatening hand outstretched to sanction their meeting. She eyed the hand, too conscious of the business he’d just been taking care of to reach out in return. Her fingers pinched at the edge of her pockets. “What brings you out here, Red?” She asked, voice cool and crisp as she made an attempt to better understand what he was up to.


Jun 15 2018, 09:23 AM
28 | Magical | Unaffiliated
Red
Black Market Trader Olympia, WA Single Played by Shawna
shipper dragots 2700

A smile hinted across her pale complexion. A small sparkle in her deep eyes. Maybe she would be easier to break into than he had initially thought.

She didn’t reach for his hand. Instead, delicate fingers toyed at the hems of her pockets. Instead of greeting him in return, she asked about his business. She was curious, and on guard, but she hadn’t run away yet, and that was good.

“I’m just here for the natural splendor,” he replied, removing his hand from her direction and out stretching his arms as if to say, search me, I have nothing to hide.

“What’s that you’ve got in your hand? ” he took another casual step forward, his head tilting forward slightly, as he looked down his nose at the unfamiliar device. “Some kind of radio?” he asked, his vague familiarity with the nomaj world proving to be useful once more, despite there being no ‘how to pick up girls’ chapter in his nomaj studies textbook.



Jul 1 2018, 11:30 AM
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