Post by Fishtail Dirkslash on Jul 13, 2006 13:46:20 GMT -5
*The black searat entered the building and looked around for a moment to get his bearings. There were many doors all leading to separate rooms. He walked down the hall until he found a door that wasn't locked or claimed yet and entered*
*It was a simple place, small, but enough room to relax. It was more than he'd ever had before. As a child he had to share rooms with his siblings and on ships there are always close quarters for the crew beasts. Fishtail smiled, quite pleased that he will finally have a place where he alone can go. In the far right corner of the room was a bed and on the left wall, by the window, was a desk and chair. It was probably the most he's ever been able to call his own and this only widened his smile*
Well, might as well get settled in. *He dumped his weapons on the bed, which included a dirk, cutlass and dagger. After pausing for a moment he picked up the dirk and stuck it in his belt. After all, he didn't know many people and one never knows what kind of trouble they might run into. He then emptied the contents of his pockets onto the table. There were four small copper coins that were left from his last thievery, a little carving of a ship that he'd been working on, and a pocket knife. He left the carving on the table and put the coins into the drawer in the table* I think my coins will be safer in a locked room than in my pocket. I don't need them at the moment anyway.
*Next he pulled out a tin whistle which had been tied to his belt for safe keeping. With a wide grin he pulled out the chair and plopped his form onto it with instrument in paw. Feeling quite satisfied with himself and with his life at the moment he put the whistle to his lips and began to play a jig called Maggie in the Woods as he enjoyed the comfort of his own room*
*It was a simple place, small, but enough room to relax. It was more than he'd ever had before. As a child he had to share rooms with his siblings and on ships there are always close quarters for the crew beasts. Fishtail smiled, quite pleased that he will finally have a place where he alone can go. In the far right corner of the room was a bed and on the left wall, by the window, was a desk and chair. It was probably the most he's ever been able to call his own and this only widened his smile*
Well, might as well get settled in. *He dumped his weapons on the bed, which included a dirk, cutlass and dagger. After pausing for a moment he picked up the dirk and stuck it in his belt. After all, he didn't know many people and one never knows what kind of trouble they might run into. He then emptied the contents of his pockets onto the table. There were four small copper coins that were left from his last thievery, a little carving of a ship that he'd been working on, and a pocket knife. He left the carving on the table and put the coins into the drawer in the table* I think my coins will be safer in a locked room than in my pocket. I don't need them at the moment anyway.
*Next he pulled out a tin whistle which had been tied to his belt for safe keeping. With a wide grin he pulled out the chair and plopped his form onto it with instrument in paw. Feeling quite satisfied with himself and with his life at the moment he put the whistle to his lips and began to play a jig called Maggie in the Woods as he enjoyed the comfort of his own room*