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Metronome	Sun Feb 15, 2009 6:12 pm Post #1
Posts: 3 Group: Role-Players Member #10,543 Joined: February 14, 2009	The early morning sun bore down on Metronome. He stood near the middle of the town, a small parchment held in his hand. He glanced over it quickly, rolled it up, and then pocketed it. He gazed around at everything behind his hair, watching the stable boys tend to their horses, listening to the faint rush of water as the women washed their laundry in the stream. Metronome fingered the sash around his neck for a little; he got some good business in this town, but there was never any telling exactly when he'd get it. As the day wore on, Metronome shifted position: from leaning with his back on the wall behind him, to leaning on it with his right foot, then his left, to eventually sitting down, despite scruples about dirtying his clothes. (But what was a little more dirt when they were already caked with mud from his last job?) To a passerby, it might seem as though he were sleeping; but in truth, his eyes were ever vigilant behind the mass of hair. A small frown lilted the right side of his face, a habit formed out of concentration. Midday came, and still nothing.

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Jaka Salim	Mon Feb 16, 2009 12:44 am Post #2
Posts: 0 Group: Role-Players Member #5,948 Joined: August 26, 2008	Rive had finally voyaged out of Istan with his father. His dad had wanted to see his dieing mother, Rive's grandma, so the two had packed a small wagon and headed from Istan to the city of Kellen. Here, Rive's dad had immediately voyaged off into the abyss of people in the small town to find his dieing mother. This left Rive to his own devices so he had wandered around the town for a good while. He had entered the town square by that time and the hustle and bustle of such a small town was incredibly different to him then what Rive was used to in the large city of Istan. Rive was gazing at a beautiful building when a horse strode into him, sending the small child flying. He tripped on a stone and sprawled out across the ground in front of a dirty looking man.

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Metronome	Mon Feb 16, 2009 1:33 am Post #3
Posts: 3 Group: Role-Players Member #10,543 Joined: February 14, 2009	The town continued to bustle, going about its business, unaware of Metronome where he'd sat and hadn't moved from since. Twice an old woman had come close to sitting on him, but at the last moment she'd scuttled away. Metronome's eyes became fixed on the building in front of him, and even the commotion in front of him was little to disturb his easy unrest. But upon noticing the boy sprawled on the floor in front of him, Metronome scrambled to his feet. "Hey, kid," he whispered, lifting up the boy by his shoulders. "Are you okay?" Metronome hadn't even considered how he might look to the younger boy; dirty people were like the diseased, and you avoided them at all costs. It was one thing to see one, but another thing entirely to have one talk to you (much less touch you). He pushed his hair out of his eyes a bit and then attempted to brush some dirt off of himself- but it only served to spread it around. A set of deep tanned brown settled on the boys face. "Where are your parents?"

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