<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>—<a href=persona.php?id=775>Gemini Iojoa</a> — 2° Tessera, 81379 — As promised. >:D </td></tr></table> <blockquote><font style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px;"><p align="justify">It had been a year or two since she had even set foot in the booming resort. The last time she had come everyone in the family had gone with the money that they had saved up and it seemed to be about the last time everyone in her family seemed remotely happy about everything. It was also the year that her eldest sibling had gotten married, so everything was really well. She adjusted the glasses that were on her face, and left the small hovercraft that she had signed out for the weekend, figuring that she owed herself a little break before she really needed to start focusing in on her studies. For the first time in a long time she had donned a black tank top to go along with her sandy coloured features, and had even gone as far as to wear khakis to help her blend in with some of the tourism that was going along. A warm gust from the late Tria that had past caressed her face as she went to frequent a small drink stand that was intergrated into the building around it, the open air 'hut' (more or less) wasn't too overly packed by other pendragons and Gemini easily grabbed a seat. The bartender sauntered over, setting a glass he had been cleaning down in front of her, and asked her: "What'll it be?" and then rested his hands on the edge of the counter, awaiting her response. <font color=#269546>"Just some water, please."</font> she said, smiling lightly. She was worn out, flying there hadn't been fun, granted that she had to dodge a bloody thunderstorm out in the middle of the water. But, she dealt with it either way.</p></font></blockquote>
'Nam dropped his head onto the bar with a thump. He had been there all morning. the drudgery was horrible. he faintly heard the bartender say something, but didn't pick up his head. he tapped the bar softly, raising his right hand and mumbling gloomily; <span style='color:blue'>"Get me something light."</span> he said, picking up his head and running his left hand through his pale blue hair. He pulled off his right glove and flexed his metal fingers. He chuckled at the irony; if it was a blessing or a curse, he was not quite sure. He never was. He had seen his... replacement as each, at one time or another. He looked up and down the bar. He saw only a few people at the bar, odd, even being so small. He stood and streched his denim-clad legs, the black cloth rustling with a slight noise. He Stretched his torso with a twist, his open button-up shirt falling off his right shoulder, showing where his skin was scarred from the limbs attachment, the metal stopping in a smooth curve, following his mulcular structure perfectly. He pulled his shirt back up, glancing around at the people. He hoped nobody noticed, or he would have to endure all kinds of questions he couldn't answer. He moved over one stool, sitting next to a send-colored female. He looked at her expression for a moment to see if she saw his arm. Satisfied, he propped his left forearm on the edge of the bar and smiled in a friendly manner. <span style='color:blue'>"Whats your name?"</span> He said charmingly, sitting up straight and picking up his drink with his left hand and taking a small sip.
<blockquote><font style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px;"><p align="justify">She hadn't been sitting there anymore than five minutes drinking down her glass of water before someone next to her stirred from some sort of slump, or something like that. She wasn't really paying attention to what was going on around her, just mainly trying to clear her head, so the voice almost made her jump, and yet she glanced over, smiling lightly at the blue and black fellow who was sitting next to her, eyes first catching the necklace that he was wearing before moving onto his face. An anubi, she was getting from his appearance (more or less also from the ankh necklace.). Gemini had met her fair share of the specie before, but he was most unusually coloured compared to the atypical nearly monochromatic shades of her own colour, or even an almost orange-y colour. He had an interesting colour scheme, though. Realizing that she was staring and having not say anything, Gemini almost laughed nervously, but managed to stumble out a few words to the duo-toned male who had spoken to her. <b style="color: #269546;">"I'm sorry, my name's Gemini."</b> and normally she would have offered a hand to shake, but both of them were choosing to hang onto the glass that she had, as if the bartender was going to come along and steal it away. Then again, she wouldn't put it past any of them, it had happened before. <b style="color: #269546;">"You here on vacation?"</b> she asked, her hand moving to push her glasses back into place.</p></font></blockquote>
He chuckled softly to himself. <span style='color:blue'>"You could say that."</span> He said, taking a sip from the glass in his left hand. He tapped a metal index finger onto the bar with a soft tick, tick, tick sound, seeming to think about something. <span style='color:blue'>"Yeah, I'm here on vacation."</span> he said. and it was true, in a sense, at any rate. He spun in the barstool to face her. He opened his mouth to say something, then stopped. Then did it again. He smirked slightly, and said softly, <span style='color:blue'>"Not all people have a routine. Every day is a vacation, some better than others... after all, imagine sleeping inside a large rotting hollow underneath a tree in the rain. But, you can also imagine sleeping on a limb of a single tree in the middle of a grassland, far from a city, looking at the millions of stars in the dark sky, as you feel the cool spring breeze run over your face... Or get up early to watch the sun rise over the ocean..."</span> He smiled, looking her right in the eye. <span style='color:blue'>"Life is livin'"</span> he said, returning to tapping the counter with the sharp, obvious tick of metal. He scowled sharply and pulled off his glove, then pulled his right arm out of his shirt and looked up and down it. He pulled at a twig in the elbow joint to no avail. He slid a pin out of the side of his elbow, then pulled a few plugs, before removing the arm and setting it on the counter. He plucked the wooden pest from the metal stump and threw it onto the ground with an odd scowl. he picked up the arm piece and held it between his knees as he plugged in the wires and slid it back into place. He looked around for the pin a second, before plucking it from his pocket and sliding it back. He looked around, seeeing a few 'dragons staring. even in those times, a metal limb was unusual, it seemed.
<blockquote><font style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px;"><p align="justify">A metal arm. She had heard of the prosthetics that were made of metal before, but she had never seen one in person before. Magazines and the like, perhaps even a special story on the television about them, but not once had she ever seen anyone somewhere showing it off, or at least tinkering with it. The smile still on her face, she couldn't help but chuckle a bit at his words. <b style="color: #269546;">"That's true,"</b> Gemini said cooly, taking a drink of water, <b style="color: #269546;">"I'm here on vacation, I guess."</b> she said offhandedly, setting the empty glass on the counter. <b style="color: #269546;">"So how long you been here?"</b> she asked, figuring now that she had gawked at him, the least she could do was fire up some conversation, even if it wasn't completely her forte. The bartender snaked his way back over to them, setting down the ordered drink to the Anubi and glanced over to Gemini, his brow quirking in question. She nodded, letting him take away the glass to refill it.</p></font></blockquote>
