OOC: 2 Tria 11:00 AM 81382 My Calcifer and Mori's Caiden are the characters in this thread with a couple of NPCs. IC: The rush hour, you can't argue with it. The only time when pendragons of all kinds would rush to places to get things like groceries and other stuff. The sound of cars rushing by was a normal thing in this rush hour. One of these pendragons was rushing, but not for groceries. Instead, he was running late for work. He had to get there before 11:10 AM. Calcifer, wearing his blindfold as always, got his cellphone out as it started to ring. He answered the call, "I know, I know. I'm late. Blame this rush hour. Look I'm just around the corner. I'll be there in a moment. Bye." He closed his cell and put it in his pocket. He turned a corner to more rushing pendragons that were carrying sorted bags. He eventually got the Hair designers place that he worked at. As he walked in the door, he was greeted with a, <span style='color:gray'>"Your late, Clacifer."</span> Clacifer looked at the thill behind the desk with a annoyed look. "Blame rush hour. That's all I'm going to say." Clacifer walked through the door of his private hair designing quarters, seeing that he kept a customer waiting. "Sorry to keep you waiting, sir. Hail says that your Caiden, is that correct?"
