08-04-2011, 12:38 PM
[She's in optime form now]
After her so called adventure with Sage Lykoi, Chapel felt tired and weary. She applied and got assigned a room, went up two flights of creaking, old stairs, found her room, opened the door, and promptly collapsed onto her bed and fell into a dreamless sleep. When golden eyes opened once more, she sat up, her slim back resting on the hard backboard of the bed, and inspected her odd surroundings. They were nothing special, only a bare wooden room and a small side table, along with a window that faced the door. Everything was also covered in dust. Chapel gave a few short sneezes that rocked her tiny form, and then stood up and tip-toed over to the window. She glanced longfully for the outside world; this room was so horrid, and she was too lazy to clean it herself. Could she somehow gain currency and then pay a maid to do it themselves? Only problem was, she had nothing. Her parents had told her that she would gain more trust in starting from scratch.
The female coyote's fingertips drummed quietly on the old windowsill as she thought to herself. Then, as if making up her mind, she tried to pry the window open. It took a little tugging, for it probably hadn't been opened in years, but finally a slight breeze and some fresh air was able to fill the room. Chapel breathed in deeply and sighed. She supposed it was time for some more drastic cleaning. Before looking for some supplies, however, she decided to move her bed against the wall with the window so she could view the outside every morning she woke up, and after whatever naps she took. Mine as well make the best of it, she supposed, mumbling softly to herself. The luperci then sat upon the hard mattress once again, and pondered, wondering what she should do next. Wasn't the next step to ask questions?
The female has a mind to go get some supplies right now, but that could wait. The mission always comes first. Suddenly there was a small knock on the door. Chapel stared at the doorknob, confused. She had neighbors? Or had she been making too much noise when she moved the bed? It had squeaked across the floor as she had moved it, but it wasn't THAT loud. So who could this be?
If it was a visitor, was it more polite to go open the door, or could she just say "come in"? It isn't as if I'm doing anything important... she thought to herself. Chapel stood up from the bed, crossed the room in two strides, and then slowly opened the door inwards, curiously waiting to see who was standing on the other side.
After her so called adventure with Sage Lykoi, Chapel felt tired and weary. She applied and got assigned a room, went up two flights of creaking, old stairs, found her room, opened the door, and promptly collapsed onto her bed and fell into a dreamless sleep. When golden eyes opened once more, she sat up, her slim back resting on the hard backboard of the bed, and inspected her odd surroundings. They were nothing special, only a bare wooden room and a small side table, along with a window that faced the door. Everything was also covered in dust. Chapel gave a few short sneezes that rocked her tiny form, and then stood up and tip-toed over to the window. She glanced longfully for the outside world; this room was so horrid, and she was too lazy to clean it herself. Could she somehow gain currency and then pay a maid to do it themselves? Only problem was, she had nothing. Her parents had told her that she would gain more trust in starting from scratch.
The female coyote's fingertips drummed quietly on the old windowsill as she thought to herself. Then, as if making up her mind, she tried to pry the window open. It took a little tugging, for it probably hadn't been opened in years, but finally a slight breeze and some fresh air was able to fill the room. Chapel breathed in deeply and sighed. She supposed it was time for some more drastic cleaning. Before looking for some supplies, however, she decided to move her bed against the wall with the window so she could view the outside every morning she woke up, and after whatever naps she took. Mine as well make the best of it, she supposed, mumbling softly to herself. The luperci then sat upon the hard mattress once again, and pondered, wondering what she should do next. Wasn't the next step to ask questions?
The female has a mind to go get some supplies right now, but that could wait. The mission always comes first. Suddenly there was a small knock on the door. Chapel stared at the doorknob, confused. She had neighbors? Or had she been making too much noise when she moved the bed? It had squeaked across the floor as she had moved it, but it wasn't THAT loud. So who could this be?
If it was a visitor, was it more polite to go open the door, or could she just say "come in"? It isn't as if I'm doing anything important... she thought to herself. Chapel stood up from the bed, crossed the room in two strides, and then slowly opened the door inwards, curiously waiting to see who was standing on the other side.