Welcome to (another) humandeer roleplay. :B I welcome anyone and everyone to join, and only ask that you write in a literate format (because descriptions are delicious). Feel free to join in anywhere at any time, and have fun with it! Oh, and don't be surprised if the rating in here surpasses a Disney film, because Masque alone has a difficult time controlling his language. xD



The setting is a kitschy downtown type of area, decorated with cheery winter lights and occupied by people doing their holiday shopping. It's a late afternoon a week before Christmas, and there's a light snowfall at the moment. In the evening, a holiday parade will take place on the main street, complete with floats, balloons, bands, and what-have-you.



Also, pictures and tidbits of info on my characters are here. Okay, I'm done boring you now C:



A happy jangle of the small bell overhanging the shop's door broke the sleepy atmosphere inside. A woman entered, cheeks and ears flushed red, and the fringes of her white scarf dancing about her neck as the wind outside battered them. The chill of winter air drifted into the warm shop as she closed the door behind her, and the bell resounded again. A man in his twenties stood behind the counter, packaging a box of what seemed to be red invitations or cards. He looked up at the customer briefly as she entered, then resumed his work. When she approached the counter, he acknowledged her.
"Hello, how can I help you?" He asked quietly.
"There's a lot of things you could do to help me," She replied sharply, removing her gloves and stuffing them into her coat's pockets, "I'm here to pick up my order, which was delayed for four days, mind you. Is it ready, or do I have to come back weeks from now?" She asked sarcastically.
The young man seemed undaunted by her attitude, and asked for her name as politely as ever.
"Elise White." She replied shortly, to which the worker nodded calmly and turned to a shelving unit against the wall. The doorway space beside the shelf revealed a large adjacent room with a few large pieces of machinery- printing presses- spaced out between stained tables and walls full of cabinets and drawers.
The worker grabbed a cardboard box off of a low shelf and placed on the counter in front of the woman, peeling off a post-it note upon which was scrawled "White, E. - PRE-PAYED - paper reorder delay".
In his ever-calm voice, he spoke again. "I apologize for the delay, ma'am, we had to order more of the cardstock you requested-"
"Yeah, they told me that on the phone." She interrupted, pulling the box closer to her as if pulling her child away from a stranger. "That doesn't really make it better." With this, she turned and promptly left the shop with her 80 new year's celebration party invitations on freshly restocked .006" bristol board. The door slammed behind her with a louder clamoring of the bell before the man could even recite the customary "Happy holidays" to her.
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Faint clouds of vapor marked each exhale of the shop's employee as he stood outside of the entrance, turning a key firmly to lock the door. The sign above the door which read Uppercase was no longer lit purple, and the store's front window displayed a dark interior.
Replacing the ring of keys to its place on his belt loop, Fledermaus turned to step out onto the sidewalk. He stood at an average height, with dark brown wind-ruffled hair and corresponding eyes. He wore a black military-styled jacket over his vest and long-sleeved shirt, and his jeans were dark gray washed and slim, ending over a pair of dusty black dealer boots.
From his jacket's pocket, he produced a pack of cigarettes and lit the last remaining one, tossing the empty pack into a trash can absently as he stepped out onto the snow dusted street to cross. Distant police were lining the course of the upcoming parade with traffic cones and redirecting cars, while small crowds of bundled-up people were beginning to gather upon the sidewalks.
Fledermaus leaned over the short cement wall that marked the river's edge and gazed out onto the calm dark water, breathing out an exhale of light gray smoke. He couldn't wait until this most anticipated time of year was over.



Oh gods, someone stop me before I write a novel. xD I'm sorry if you read that, don't mind my endless babble. I'll add Masque in later when it's not 4 in the morning :B