10-06-2018, 08:08 AM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 109%; text-align: left; color: black; padding: 20px;font-size: 12px;"]it wasn't often that linux came down to the tavern - it wasn't her kind of place. the stench of alcohols assaulted her sensitive nose, and while the local drunks could be tons of fun sometimes the snowy child couldn't handle another drink spilt on their thick coat. the child was like a sponge, and like a sponge linux had smelt for days. rank! but whatever god was out there had decreed that this be the day that linux try once more to laugh and photograph the giddy drunksmen, this one in particular for whatever terrible reason that they had concocted.
feverishly pushing through the crowd, praying that the taller typhooners wouldn't step on the munchkin-sized linux, the alabaster child excitedly clawed at her camera. the strings that it hung from were painfully digging into her neck, but linux couldn't care less - this was the shot of a lifetime. one of the men had dragged his friends up upon a table before starting to sing. it was so silly that linux felt inclined to memorialise the moment. and perhaps if she used the materials acquired as some form of blackmail to get a few good deeds done, then who was to blame her? chuckles were stifled under her breath as linux struggled to get the camera both in focus and steady as she lined up the lens for the best shot. a task made infinitely harder without the use of thumbs linux didn't have. but it was possible, and as the camera's glass eyehole finally displayed the image linux was looking for - her heart sunk. the men had stopped singing, stopped having fun, stopped and stared. the hell?
quickly the snowy child angled the camera downwards, the lens focusing on whatever thing that the men were as linux struggled to get a better look at whatever had burst into the tavern. "huh?" whatever linux had been expecting, she wasn't certain herself. not a girl presumably. but linux did lower her camera's gaze, a natural dusty pink one focusing on the mysterious girl for the first time outside of the piece of technology's skewed vision. "wh-what? how the hell did you get in here?! you're not from the typhoon! why should we help you find your tail? not to mention the fact that the thing would be useless anyways." the child shrieked at the other suddenly, linux's already squeaky voice going up a few octaves in fear. something that was clearly more evident in the child's body language than anything else; her tail was puffed up to at least double it typical size, and snowy ears were lain flat along linux's skull. canela looked so innocent and harmless, but the fact that she had made it right into the heart of typhoon's territory without anyone stopping her was insane. scary stuff. she could have done anything!
feverishly pushing through the crowd, praying that the taller typhooners wouldn't step on the munchkin-sized linux, the alabaster child excitedly clawed at her camera. the strings that it hung from were painfully digging into her neck, but linux couldn't care less - this was the shot of a lifetime. one of the men had dragged his friends up upon a table before starting to sing. it was so silly that linux felt inclined to memorialise the moment. and perhaps if she used the materials acquired as some form of blackmail to get a few good deeds done, then who was to blame her? chuckles were stifled under her breath as linux struggled to get the camera both in focus and steady as she lined up the lens for the best shot. a task made infinitely harder without the use of thumbs linux didn't have. but it was possible, and as the camera's glass eyehole finally displayed the image linux was looking for - her heart sunk. the men had stopped singing, stopped having fun, stopped and stared. the hell?
quickly the snowy child angled the camera downwards, the lens focusing on whatever thing that the men were as linux struggled to get a better look at whatever had burst into the tavern. "huh?" whatever linux had been expecting, she wasn't certain herself. not a girl presumably. but linux did lower her camera's gaze, a natural dusty pink one focusing on the mysterious girl for the first time outside of the piece of technology's skewed vision. "wh-what? how the hell did you get in here?! you're not from the typhoon! why should we help you find your tail? not to mention the fact that the thing would be useless anyways." the child shrieked at the other suddenly, linux's already squeaky voice going up a few octaves in fear. something that was clearly more evident in the child's body language than anything else; her tail was puffed up to at least double it typical size, and snowy ears were lain flat along linux's skull. canela looked so innocent and harmless, but the fact that she had made it right into the heart of typhoon's territory without anyone stopping her was insane. scary stuff. she could have done anything!