The young wanderer tried to stifle a yawn as she stood up from the bench she had been sitting on. She had been reading the paper to try and figure out what time she had gotten herself into. After figuring out that she was about 50 years from her present she decided to find a place to stay for the night. She started wandering in a random direction when lo and behold she was ran into from behind.
"Ouch..." she muttered because her face was buried in the pavement. She turned over into a sitting position before the person...wait...guy, offered his hand to help her up. "Its alright." She took his hand and pulled herself up. Luckily she didn't have any scratches. "Thanks. And you are?" Rude as always, she hated introducing herself first but always wanted to talk first so she always sounded rude.
The School of Dedicated Roleplayers [closed]
A general roleplay guild with emphasis on improving RPers.
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