She sighed, watching them toss around wigs for a few moments before looking away, out at the square and the the shops and little shows all around. She smiled to herself a little, blowing a stray piece of hair out of her face as her grip on the packages tightened. It was sort of funny, out here her sisters stood out like a sore thumb, the decadent displays of opulence and wealth making them look like gaudy, glittering jewels. In comparison to them, she was a bit like an ink-blot, although she at least blended into the crowds. Drifting off a bit, she hadn't realized she'd stepped away from her stepfamily until she heard them shouting.
Their shouts were soon to become muffled, however. It didn't take very long until she had then...Locked eyes with, "someone". They seemed so, so familiar. Yet she couldn't describe, nor figure out who they were-Something about their cold, blue glance was enough to get ones mind thinking. But regardless of this, I'll just go into description Shoto, as I have no idea what to even move on for my part, aside from more details on how snobby the sisters/mother is, Lol.
"The Stranger", as she would soon just simply call; Wore something no where near the rest of the crowd. He himself, stood out from everyone-His wears were simple to her thoughts, but if it was anyone elses, it would've be exquisite. If you know a "pirates" outfit, then try thinking of a more Fancy one. His collar was popped out, little bits of what she could only describe as bits of coated-gold, silver bits running down it. His shirt had a bit of an interesting choice of style, From her view, it was a rather skin-tight white shirt. She couldn't quite see it now, but if you were up close-You might've been lucky enough to see some.. Interesting bits. Pecs, abs-You name it. Despite of how far she was from the Stranger, He was very-Fit. There was, of course, not very long to admire him-As soon he would be lost to the crowd. But whatever, the point is-He stood out from everyone. Even her own step-mother n sisters. There was something off about him-Yet she could never quite tell what.
And, well to no one's surprise-She was sorta forced to go towards where her sister's n mother were screaming for her-Of course, that meant the Stranger was now no longer in sight, and even if she wanted to go see him again, which let's be honest-We both know she's not, "UWU, HOT MAN I MUST FIND YEZ YEZ-",So it's easy to assume that wasn't her top priority. But, regardless of this, she'd probably never see the mysterious blue-eyed man again. No one she would find a slight interest in stick around in town for long, oooooor either come up dead by some stupid animals or other people who brutally murdered them! Perfect town! No? :D
Let's be honest, new rps at the starts always have depressingness- T=T
And, well back to the snobby, stuck-up brats- T^T
S1:"Well it TOOK ya long enough, look how many bags I'm holding!! YOUR supposed to be the carrier, tell her ma!"
SM:"Now now S1, calm yourself.. we allll know she knows she shouldn't have left our side to begin with, and how she will get what's coming to her-But! For the time being, Elle, take your sisters bags. We don't have much longer out here, and hurry now-We won't wait for you all Morning."
"Good, now come along, (does she call them like, "come sisters", I honestly forget. I'll just go with that-), Sisters-We have little time left!"
SM snapped her fingers, of course-Wasting none of her time to pull along S1 and S2. She seemed rather impatient today, more than she usually is.. "is" something important happening today?.. No, No maybe she's just antsy for what's soon to come. Everyone is actually, well-Aside from Elle herself. I mean let's just be honest, anyone sensible, wouldn't start freaking out over something, they, really don't care about.
She followed along behind them, encumbered by all the bags and packages, she could keep up with their fast pace. She watched helplessly as they crossed a street, on the verge of losing them-she carelessly went to cross, not paying much attention and-came maybe an inch away from being trampled under the hooves and wheels of a horse-drawn carriage, stumbling back as all of the goods tumbled out of her arms and onto the street.
"HF-"
Of course, that said-carriage just had to have some old man who cursed at her as he rode off. Looovely, someone who wasn't paying attention to where they were riding starts cursing at someone who literally could barely see a feet infront of them. But regardless of who that guy was, as she began to pick up what fell out of the bags, (and the bags themselves-), when she tried reaching for a small-box, someone else then grabbed it. "Huh?", is probably what could've gone threw her mind, but when she did look up, well-Who else could it be expect for the same, mysterious man?... He seemed a lot nicer up close, not in some flustering way, just-Actually Nice. He looked up at her with a bit of black-look, before a small, "maybe" genuine smile formed on his face?.. It was honestly quite hard to tell if it was genuine or not, but still-He was helping pick them up, so why complain?.....oh yeah and he was speaking- :P
".. I guess someone had a little fall, you alright there?.. Looked like you got your foot ran over, or, maybe it was just the bags landing on you.. Still, are you hurt?"