Red Wood Inn
 

Okay, so this is where people come to rest and such.

Imagine a old oak building with dim lighting
from candles everywhere, and soothing music playing.
There is a bar in the far end of the entrance,
with stools and such.
There is also couches and tables with chairs here and there.
And the rest of the floors are rooms where people may stay.

This is an open roleplay so no skelly is required.
Just come play as your character or as another.
But if you play as two characters then different post
or different colors.

~Sally come in and see's her.
"I'm new is there a place were I can have a few friend and maby party?"

"This seems like a nice place." A male voice, sounding to be around eighteen years old stated from outside the inn. When the inn doors opened, a boy with bluish black hair stepped in. He wore a pair of blue jeans that were tight around the thighs, a white T-shirt, a light, zip-up, red jacket, and white sneakers. His violet eyes would be concealed, but the orange pilot shades he normally wears was hanging over his t-shirt's collar. His head turned from side to side as he looked over the interior of the inn. Nice indeed... Then he saw the bar and its stools. He rushed over to it, not caring if others thought him childish for jogging indoors to a bar. As he sat in one of the many stools, he made sure to move the ones next to them a little bit away. He turned a bit in his seat, and noticed that the stools did indeed spin. A large grin could be seen on his smooth face.

((For some that can't imagine him, he's a link: http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p...er/anime-1.jpg

Liz walked into the room, noticing the cosy feel of yellow flames on the delicate candles placed on the tables. She clutched the thin silver laptop at her side as she glanced at the others sat at the bar. She walked over to the bar looking at the red-haired girl. "Hi there, do you have any Iced Tea?" Liz asked politely while sitting on a bar stool and laying the laptop down lightly on the counter.

Liz shook the girls hand. She smiled as she glanced at the girls' dress. Liz liked how her pale pink dress made her deep eyes stand out. This made Liz feel like she was slightly underdressed in her jeans, though it wasn't like she was planning on going out with someone tonight. "Nice to meet you Veya, my name's Liz" her voice flowed. She looked back at her laptop, placing one hand on the top of the lid. She stroked it once, across the raised logo and replied "This is my faithful old laptop. It's just a Dell, nothing special really. I've had it for so long now". Her eyes returned to the girls face and her shoulders shrugged lightly.

The door opens, and a diminutive figure in a black cloak enters, its entire body obscured by the cloak except for a long, reptilian tail, tan in color with a blue ring near the tip, which waves behind it. It looks around, and then makes its way to the bar, where it hoists itself up with some effort onto a stool and waits patiently to be attended to, its tail wagging behind it in anticipation.

Liz was distracted for a moment by another coming through the door. Why was it so quiet in here?,Liz thought. They sat down close to Liz, so she politely said "Hi" with a smile as a welcome. Noticing the tail emerging from the bottom of their long black cloak, she turned her head back to look for the girl behind the bar.

"Hullo," came the shy reply. The faceless voice sounded youthful and vaguely female, although it carried a tone that seemed beastlike.

Percival walked into the Inn and adjusted his monocle. He glanced around the cozy front room and sighed slightly. He waved at Darla, the Inn keeper, and walked to ana armchair and sat down, crossing one leg over the other and placing his top hat on his knee.

The black-cloaked figure turned to look at Percival, staring at him curiously. It seemed as if she had never quite seen anything like him before.

Percival glanced at the cloaked figure and raised his brows, "Hello," he said with clipped words.

She jumped slightly--she wasn't expecting him to respond to her staring. "H-hello," she breathed, waving hesitantly. The long sleeve of her cloak flopped over her hand, obscuring its shape. Her tail began waving at a slightly more rapid pace; due to apprehension? Excitement? Fear?

Percival raised one brow and said, "Do you know where the Inn Keeper is? It is past tea time and I would love a cup." He adjusted his vest and unbuttoned his wrist cuffs and rolled his sleaves to his elbows. He took a gold watch out of his front vest pocket and glanced at the time. "Tea time is almost over," he frowned to himself.

She shook her head--she hadn't seen the innkeeper since she arrived. She seemed to perk up, however, when Percival revealed his gold watch, staring intently at it. Her tail was now swinging back and forth wildly, and she was quite liable to hit someone, but she didn't seem to care.

Percival stared at her tail and said "My word," he put his watch away and said "You must be quite warm in that cloak. Its not very flattering to cover yourself that way." He shook his head at her. He sighed "Oh well, I will have to have tea later."

At the disappearance of the watch, her tail slowed to nearly a stop and her entire frame drooped. She wasn't quite sure what to say to his comment. The cloak did keep her warm, but that wasn't the real reason she wore it. She also wondered to herself why he seemed to be obsessed with tea. She thought it tasted funny and preferred water.

He leaned forward to her and says "Fashion and tea are my life." He glances at her cloak and said, "You should at least add a belt or something. Accesories are key," he yawned.

Percival glanced at the other girl, "Tea time has already ended, love." He points to his watch and scowls, "Mine is a half hour every two hours. I am long past due." He titled his head to the side and ran fingers through his wheat blond hair out of boredom.