[open] stomping your feet

[ruefulshow.livejournal.com]

Who: ruefulshow and anyone who wants to come across her tantrum
What: Circus girl coming from a warm spring day to a freezing winter day in some weird place. Is understandably upset.
When: Day 6, midday
Where: Outside the Castle Plaza
Rating: Not above PG, she's 10 you butts. >:(

[Oh no this is not where she wanted to be. Where the heck is she anyway? Yeah whatever some blobby maid gave her the rundown; she's got the bracelet and map and she realizes she's got some sort of charm power... thing, whatever, does not believe a word of it really. But it doesn't help the fact that she's freezing!! She got separated from her sketchy circus by gods or whatever without even letting her get a word in!

Making the most of her anger while freezing her butt off in this snow by stomping her foot on the ground multiple times. Is shivering so profusely in her tube top and skirt and sandals.]

Jeez! What is up with this place?!

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[not-too-short.livejournal.com]

[Though Nic is passing by all bundled up, he's definitely raising a brow at her because gurl, why are you in that get-up. Are you crazy?]

[ruefulshow.livejournal.com]

[Catches that brow-raising and Hey older dude... she is an icicle, so her flirt to get stuff and info is kind of switched off at the moment. Cross bratty look thrown your way.]

W-What do you want~? [Basically shivering this through her teeth.]

[not-too-short.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't answer, but he does lineface at her whilst making a couple of gestures with his hand, as if to say, 'Why are you out there dressed like that?']

[ruefulshow.livejournal.com]

[Still cross and pouty. Looks at him like, "Duh, I know. I just got to this weirdo place."]

I just got dragged here; does it look like I'd have anything else to wear?

[not-too-short.livejournal.com]

[Shrug. He didn't figure, as such.

There's a long pause as he looks over her for another minute or so, before he takes off his scarf and hands it over. Can't leave someone out in the cold, really.]

[ruefulshow.livejournal.com]

[Oh, this is a pretty nice guy. Blinks at the scarf, then summons up the will to do her flirt thing as she takes the scarf out of his hands, and wraps it around her neck appropriately.]

T-Thanks~ W-What's your name?

[not-too-short.livejournal.com]

...

[Hope you know some sign language kid, as he's gonna spell out his name for ya.

'N-I-C-O-L-A-S']

[ruefulshow.livejournal.com]

[What a coincidence! She knows not a single lick of sign language. Raised in a circus! Gives an incredulous look at what he's doing, and then at him.]

Can't you t-talk?

[not-too-short.livejournal.com]

...

[He can. It's just too bothersome to him for most of the time.

Plus, you haven't quite earned the privilege to hear him yet, kid. So, he'll use his foot to spell it out.]

[ruefulshow.livejournal.com]

What?

[Looks down grumpily as he spells out his name. At least she can read a bit.]

Ni-co-las? Nicolas? That's your name?

[aeterno_arma]

[Hunter would like to know that too, as he's lost against and looking for his master. Hello little girl, have a white puppy with red eyes staring at you.]

Yip?

[ruefulshow.livejournal.com]

[Freezing freezing freezing oh a puppy... with red eyes. Huh. Kneels down to get on level with it; also she's a little warmer all huddled up.]

Hey there. Are you lost?

[aeterno_arma]

[He's an albino puppy, that's why he has those yes.]

[He shakes his head.] Arf.

[ruefulshow.livejournal.com]

[Wait what did that puppy just shake its head at what she said? Wait. Giving it a look.]

... Can you understand what I'm saying?

[aeterno_arma]

[A nod.] Yip!

[ruefulshow.livejournal.com]

[Blinking so much at you right now. Also freezing~]

... Do you know where the F-Freya H-House is?

[aeterno_arma]

Yip yip! [yes, he looked around the whole city.]

Yiip. [He jumps away, stops and waits for the girl to follow him.]

[ruefulshow.livejournal.com]

[Okay this is really weird. Really really weird. But... okay. Gets up from her kneeling position, clutching her arms together... and just follows after the dog.]

Okay.

[aeterno_arma]

[He's a smart puppy, don't worry.] yip yip...[It takes a few minutes but they finally arrived in front of Freya House.]

[ruefulshow.livejournal.com]

[Huh... that's a really old-styled house. Shaking and shivering so much. Looks at the dog, and starts walking towards the house.]

This is the right place, right?

[aeterno_arma]

[It's still more modern than the sort of houses he's used to see in his world.]

Yip yip...[Hunter moves behind her and pushes her a bit with his head. Come on girl, you will feel better inside.]

[ruefulshow.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, she'll agree on that... it's just old-fashioned and also still in pretty good condition.]

[Rude, she's following a dog that she just met. Excuse her if she's doubtful because she's realizing again how strange a dog is just... guiding her to a house. Glances back at the dog with a little offended expression as she walks up to the door.] Fine, fine!

[Opens the door. Yep, that indoors feels a lot better.]

[aeterno_arma]

[At least it's warnm and cozy inside. He told you so.]

Arf! [Hunter sniff all around and finally turns to his right, going to the kitchen.]

[turkishly.livejournal.com]

[He see's the stomping and arches an eyebrow. Wandering around still, Turkey has pretty much stayed clear of the network and has prefered to meet people in person. Still not quite understanding the whole thing he keeps his distance from the technology of the day. Still, while out and about he notices the girl and notices her state--a small grin on his lips as he approaches.] You know--

Stompin' will help yah get warm but I recommend a change in attire.

[ruefulshow.livejournal.com]

[Ugh okay she's freezing still and she really just wants to scream. And the dude already saw her stomping her feet. Angry look at you.]

I know that; I just got here, though! Jeez!

[turkishly.livejournal.com]

[He takes it and gives a roll of his shoulders, some kind of shurg.] Hm! Well, yah know how t' remedy that?

Find some clothes or you can borrow one of m' jackets if yah want till you find somethin' else.

[ruefulshow.livejournal.com]

[Oh he's offering. Then she's going to take that offer grumpily.]

Good. Give me one of your jackets, then!

[turkishly.livejournal.com]

Manners! Didn't anyone tell yah it's nice t' say please? [There is a chuckle to his voice as he pulls off an upper layer to his many-layered attire, taking it and then letting it drape over the others shoulders.]

Still--I understand weather makin' yah grouchy.

[ruefulshow.livejournal.com]

[Good thanks she's bundling herself up in that layer like no one's business. Shiver of relief.]

Then you get why I'm being blunt, d-don't you?

... Thanks, though. What's your name?

[turkishly.livejournal.com]

[It's a heavy coat so it's good for that. Still, his smile continues.] I do! I enjoy it myself.

Ah--let's see, let's just have yah call me Türkiye. It's the easier of the lot.

[ruefulshow.livejournal.com]

[Heh bright smile at him for that first part.] G-Good.

T-ue-rk-iye? [Trying to get the hang of that name.]

[turkishly.livejournal.com]

Brutal honesty is the best policy after all! [He nods as to affirm his own saying before turning to look at the other more clearly.]

Absolutely! I love it! You’re doin’ better than some of ‘em around here. Though you now! What’s your name, miss?