<table width=300px" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=2px bgcolor=#000000 style="border-left:4px #663366 solid; border-top:4px #663366 solid; border-right:4px #663366 solid; border-bottom:4px #663366 solid"><tr><td><font color=#663366><div align="justify"> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>This is for siaka only, post and die a death by fox fur! Tria (Summer), 81380 day 39 Who:Togajmybu(Me)and Mella(Siaka)</td></tr></table> <font color=#993366>~Going down...~</font>Toga sat, quietly, upon a bench, near a jewelry stand, and a carpentry stand, and listened to all the noise around her. She was wearing a long, glittery dark purple robe, and a single, gold chain around her neck. She sat her head on a shoulder and hummed softly, in her own boredom. She watched children beg their mothers for snacks, trinkets, money, and other things. She watched the mothers refuse, and the children throw fits. She smiled, and watched everything it made her feel oddly calm. She was mostly alone, so watching other families, made her feel better, instead a missing gap of soul. <font color=#993366>"It would be nice to be young again." </font> She smiled, and flicked her tail, once again looking around, she saw 'dragons bumping into each other, loose money, pickpockets at work, and many other common market things, making her feel a bit lonely, just sitting there, listening to people call her 'Gypsy' as they walk past, she bit her tongue, so she wouldn't chew them out. Her horns made grinding sounds, and she pushed them against the walls of the stands, and moved them. She smiled, and muttered <font color=#993366>"I wonder how they feel about their families, I know many don't want their children..." </font> Her voice had trailed off, as she saw a mother smack her son, and yell at him not to whine. Her comment had just been proved. She then wondered how the children of her tribe were fairing, but soon dropped it, since she had left them long ago, and had no need to remember them. <tag /></td></tr></table>
<table border=1px bordercolor="a29ec4" width=300px" cellpadding=1px cellspacing=1px bgcolor=#000000><tr><td><div align="justify"><font face="Arial" size="2" color="a29ec4"><span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td><font face="Arial" size="1" color="a29ec4">Character: Mella Themitsovvt Wearing: lime green teeshirt, 'potato sack' capris, barefoot Notes: Mella's a skink</font></td></tr></table> <font face="Arial" size="1" color="a29ec4"> Mella scampered through the crowds milling their way around the market, springing her leathery feet up from the rough landing they continually fell upon. Occasionally going on all fours to move under and past the other 'dragons, sometimes it was good to be small. Her eyes flicked from pocket to pocket, in search of her beloved 'shinies'. She saw a few, but they weren't grand enough for what she thought she wanted. She ran closer to the stalls where there was a thin in the crowd, easier to see that way. She kept running, whooshing past several vendors and the like, passing a takula in shining robes. It took her an extra second to realize this and she skittered to a halt a few feet off, her feet being scraped in the process, before turning around and making her way back. She approached the thill slowly and tugged at her sleeve. <span style='color:yellow'>"Shiny?"</span><font face="Arial" size="1" color="a29ec4"> She asked, her language was terrible in almost every sense. The way she was referring to the robe clearly meant she wanted it. Though not for monetary value, simply to wrap herself in all its shine.</font></div></td></tr></table>
<table width=300px" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=2px bgcolor=#000000 style="border-left:4px #663366 solid; border-top:4px #663366 solid; border-right:4px #663366 solid; border-bottom:4px #663366 solid"><tr><td><font color=#663366><div align="justify"> <font color=#993366>~Going down...~</font>Toga just stared at the small takula child, as she tugged at her robe, and said stuff about 'shiny'. She then shook her head at the child, automaticly knowing the she wanted her robe. <font color=#993366>"No I'm sorry dear, but you cannot have it, it is all I'm wearing, and it is my best robe." </font> She put it as bluntly as possible, trying to get the child to go away, but she just sat there, with one hand holding her robe. She just shook her head. she pondered for a moment, and pondered some more on what to do. <font color=#993366>"You can follow me around all day, but most likely theonly thing I'll give you, is a strong yelling at." </font> She nodded after she said that, as if proud of herself. But she noticed, all the child wanted, was her robe. She shook her head, and pondered even more than last time, but eventualy gave up, leaned back, and looked at the small takula child, with a halfway annoyed look. <tag /></td></tr></table>
<table border=1px bordercolor="a29ec4" width=300px" cellpadding=1px cellspacing=1px bgcolor=#000000><tr><td><div align="justify"><font face="Arial" size="1" color="a29ec4">Mella smiled, she didn't understand English very well, but she got the hint she could stay with the other takula, she just wasn't very welcome. She ran the fabric of the robe over her fingers. <span style='color:yellow'>"Silk"</span> She said. That probably wasn't what the material was, but it was the only thing that came to mind. She began to hum a song she'd heard on the radio that morning before she had been let loose by the arden who was supposed to be watching her. It was more of a clashing melody than anything, but she hummed it all the same and just played with the fabric, quite content. Such a simple girl.</font></div></td></tr></table>
<table width=300px" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=2px bgcolor=#000000 style="border-left:4px #663366 solid; border-top:4px #663366 solid; border-right:4px #663366 solid; border-bottom:4px #663366 solid"><tr><td><font color=#663366><div align="justify"> <font color=#993366>~Going down...~</font>She was very close, it wasn't silk, but a cloth that was close to being silk. She looked at the girl, her clothes were so ragged. So dirty indeed. So, Toga carefully took off the gold chain necklace, and put it around Mella's neck. <font color=#993366>"That makes you look much nicer." </font> She said, looking at Mella with the gold chain aound her neck. Though Toga wasn't into fashion, she figured, people would acknowledge her more. Which might be a bad thing, but Toga found it much nicer on the child, than herself. She fingered her robe(the side mella wasn't holding)with her fingers, and saw, how mella figured it was silk, it was delicate, and soft at the same time. <tag /></td></tr></table>
<table border=1px bordercolor="a29ec4" width=300px" cellpadding=1px cellspacing=1px bgcolor=#000000><tr><td><div align="justify"><font face="Arial" size="1" color="a29ec4">Mella looked up when the lady's hands came near her, the first instinct was to run, but instead she just stayed put and waited patiently while the thill fiddled with something around her neck. When that was done she reached up a hand and looked down. She was quite surprised when she saw that a gold chain had been placed around her neck. She fingered it delicately, not wanting to do anything that would harm the gift. <span style='color:yellow'>Mella thanks much.</span> She said, hugging the thill around the middle. </font></div></td></tr></table>
<table width=300px" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=2px bgcolor=#000000 style="border-left:4px #663366 solid; border-top:4px #663366 solid; border-right:4px #663366 solid; border-bottom:4px #663366 solid"><tr><td><font color=#663366><div align="justify"> <font color=#993366>~Going down...~</font>Well, though the girl needed some English classes, she figured, that she was quite, knowing, if one could say, on how the world work,though,she noticedshe was quite jumpy, as she put the chain on her neck. Nevertheless, since she couldn't hug Mella, without having to kneel, she patted her on the head, and told her, <font color=#993366>"Your very welcome, Mella." </font> She was finally getting somewhere with the small child, well, other than Mella clinging to her robes. She had learned her name, that was Mella. <tag /></td></tr></table>
<table border=1px bordercolor="a29ec4" width=300px" cellpadding=1px cellspacing=1px bgcolor=#000000><tr><td><div align="justify"><font face="Arial" size="1" color="a29ec4">Mella released the thill and looked up at her, she was pretty, and she had such shiny things. Mella decided that the other takula must be some kind of royalty. <span style='color:yellow'>{Have you got a name? Whisper it to me. Have you got a name? Come, let the world see}</span> Mella thought to her, taking out lyrics from a song one of the music students had been playing. She played with the chain lightly, the other hand holding on to the robe in a fashion that was more clingy than anything else. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td><font face="Arial" size="1" color="a29ec4">Lyrics © Heart's Shadow [underground folks]</font></td></tr></table> </font></div></td></tr></table>
<table width=300px" cellpadding=0 cellspacing=2px bgcolor=#000000 style="border-left:4px #663366 solid; border-top:4px #663366 solid; border-right:4px #663366 solid; border-bottom:4px #663366 solid"><tr><td><font color=#663366><div align="justify"> OOC:I'm having writer's block, forgive me. <font color=#993366>~Going down...~</font>It took Toga a minute to realize Mella was using Telepathy. <font color=#993366>"Well, My name is Togajmybu" </font> She said, noticing, that the girl was simply taking the words from something else. She was rusty with Telepathy though, and it was hard to keep from blurting out loud. the girl knew her ways, but Toga needed to teach her English. <tag /></td></tr></table>
<table border=1px bordercolor="a29ec4" width=300px" cellpadding=1px cellspacing=1px bgcolor=#000000><tr><td><div align="justify"><font face="Arial" size="1" color="a29ec4"><span style='color:yellow'>Toe-gah</span> She said, stretchig out the name and trying to get a feel for how it was pronounced, she couldn't really be bothered with figuring out how to say the whole thing. Mella smiled widely, showing off as many of her teeth as she could, unintentionally of course. <span style='color:yellow'>Skink, no know words.</span> She said with a shrug. Out of Character That's okay, so am I. <font></div></td></tr></table>
