<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Timestamp: Immediately after http://shadowlack.com/forums/index.php?act=ST&f=56&t=4285Shy Photographer</a></td></tr></table> <span style='color:green'>Hishema was wandering through the town Kwerty had said before he left. Looking left and right she saw a small cafe. 'I am a little hungry, and a drink wouldn't hurt either.' She thought. Walking in she found a small table and sat down, ordering a cinnamon bun and hot chocolate she wondered if she'd ever see Kwerty again.</span>
Kwerty took a seat on a bench, outside of a little cafe. He looked around bored out of his mind. He finnaly pulled out a pipe. Putting some http://shadowlack.com/life/flora.php?id=29Nujeq</a> into it he lit it with his tail-flame. He inhaled deep, and blew out twiddling with the smoke a bit.
<span style='color:green'>Hishema took a seat by the window of the cafe and looked outside. She admired the view she had from the window until she saw the fimiliar pendragon. She got up and walked to a table outside. She began eating again, waiting for him to notice her.</span>
Kwerty yawned. A bit dazed he glanced around. He stood and started walking down the street. He stopped suddenly pondering slightly. He then turned and realized that she was there. He walked up to the fence that separated the table area from the street, <span style='color:purple'> "Hello." </span>, he said lightly. Waving a bit.
<span style='color:green'>Hishema smiled sweetly and stood. "Thank you once again for making my life brighter." "Will you join me for some coffee?"</span>
<span style='color:violet'> "Sure," </span> he yawned, as he streached out a bit. He hopped the fence and took a seat next to Hishema. He looked over and smiled at her a bit, <span style='color:violet'> "No problem." </span>
<span style='color:green'>Hishema smiled as best she could, "I wanted to thank you again for making my life so much brighter. Every since you gave me that memory I've had more confidence in myself." Hishema bowed her head, "Thank you so much."</span>
Kwerty smiled vividly for the first time in a long long time. He looked around and mustered up some words, <span style='color:violet'> "Your Welcome." </span> Thats all he could think to say, he looked at her and smiled again.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td> ???</td></tr></table> BIC: <span style='color:green'>Hishema looked his in the eyes, "So, Kwerty," She half-smiled, "Wanna see the lasted picture I took?" She reached into her bag a pulled out a large binder sealed by string, "I keep them all in here before I sell them."</span>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td> yep yep . kwerty ordered one. ^_^ </td></tr></table> <span style='color:violet'> "Yep I'd love to see em." </span> he smiled.
<span style='color:green'>Hishema smiled again, and unwound the string holding the binder closed. She opened it to reveal almost 2 dozen full page pictures of beautiful things in nature. Lakes splashing into huge waves, leaves blowing in patterns, clouds gloriously white in colour. "To say I found these in nature this way would be cheating, but I use my gift to make money. I need money to live." Hishema frowned, "I never submit 'modified' pictures in contests though, and I've still won a few."</span>
<span style='color:violet'> "Yep yep. Their nice, thats good" </span> Kwerty said sleepily. <span style='color:violet'> "Sorry I can't pay more attention to them right now, i'm just a bit sleepy." </span> He layed his head down on the table.
<span style='color:green'>Hishema smiled at him. She stood walked around the table and sat down next to him. She giggled and said, "If you want you can use me as a pillow. My shoulder and lap are comfy if you really want to lay down."</span> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry for the short post.</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td> No Problem. I haven't been doing any better. </td></tr></table> Kwerty smiled as he layed his head on her lap. <span style='color:violet'> "Mmm. Your soft and warm." </span> he laughed a little, looking up at her.
<span style='color:green'>Hishema giggled at him, "That's good." She reached over the table to her binder and grabbed it. She resealed it and left it on the edge of the table. It felt nice to have him laying on her lap, "Try to sleep."</span>
<span style='color:violet'> "I don't think that'll be a pro..." </span> Kwerty said as he dozed off mid sentence. He smelt of roses today, somthing that usually wasn't the case. Any other time he'd smell like himself, or just nujeq. His beret fell off of his head as he squirmed a little in her lap, revealing his hair. Which no one often saw. It was a sort of army cut, with two striped side burns on either side that led down into a strip of hair that hung off of each ear. It wasn't very conventional but Kwerty liked it. [OOC] I finnaly got my laptop back. yay. ^_^
<span style='color:green'>She smiled at him as he dozed off.</span> A waitress walked over and said, "Aww, I let by boyfriend do that too." <span style='color:green'>Hishema blushed, "B-boyfriend!? No, no, he's just a friend."</span> The waitress grinned, "Uh huh," and walked away. <span style='color:green'>Hishema's face had turned many shades of red and she looked down at the 'dragon in her lap, "Oh I hope he wasn't thinking that too."</span>
<span style='color:violet'> "Don't worry I wasn't" </span> He grinned as he sat up. Due to the nightmares he'd been use to not getting much sleep at all. He looked at her though, with a solemn solitude. He swirled his finger around in his cup of coffee. Sprinkling a bit of somthing into his drink, he swriled it around again, trying to start a conversation to change the subject, <span style='color:violet'> "So what have you been up to?" </span> He scrached his head, and found his cap laying on the ground. He swiftly put it back on hoping she hadn't seen it. He put his hand in his hat and checked the rim, it was still there. In the same spot. He looked back up at her, with a look of discontent. He faked a smile and waited for her to speak.
<span style='color:green'>"Well, I've been doing pretty much wnat I always do. I don't have a home, but I wouldn't call myself homeless or nomad either. I just live in the world, I travel taking pictures of things I see, or of things I modify." She looked grabbed her skirt, and looked down at her hands, "It's lonely at times, but I sometimes find myself at the Janardian Academy where my sister teaches, so I sometimes live there for a while between adventures." She turned to him, and opened the top of her shirt, so he could see her neck, "With this tattoo, people are usually afraid of me. There's more below but I can't show you that part." She laughed, "I'd have to take off my shirt, and bra to show you." <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Read her profile, Kwerty can see the first two rows of the tattoo.</td></tr></table> Bic: "My whole life has been practicing, day after day, month after month. You are the sixth person I've ever met, excluding random people I sell my photos too." Hishema's blush faded, as she giggled, "I did notice."</span>
He nodded as she talked. He stared a hole through her as her last sentence left her lips. <span style='color:violet'> "Thats nothing to laugh about." </span> He said sharply. He took it out of his hat, he sat the vial on the table. It was a cobalt, with a glowing green substance inside. He took off the lid and sat it down infront of her. She heard many whispers, many violent whispers that weren't even audible as only the green gas drew upwards he cupped his hand over the vial and pushed all of the gasious substance back into it. He closed the vial and stuck it back in his hat looking back up at her.
