Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20151127024223/@comment-8723280-20151129211406

Now, she wasn't exactly absent-minded per se, but she certainly had the capabilities of being tunnel-visioned, which, to be honest, was a good skill when you are an Archer, but not this time. Certainly not in place which was populated with quite a good number of people, because of the same good weather she cited as her own reason for being out.

But it was so sunshine-y and pretty, so, you couldn't really blame her, could you?

Aforementioned tunnel-vision also blocked most, if not all attention that was been given to her. The bow in firmly clutched in her right hand, a quiver full of arrows making only quiet clicks as metal met metal, but to her it was a music of it's own - one that matched the songbirds singing their own sort of symphony.

And, as she stepped forward once more, she of course didn't notice until far too late as a body in her peripheral vision was headed straight towards her. She let out both a giggle and a gasp at the sight, at the poor boy's sprawled position on the ground.

Her lips parted to say anything, and she was about to reach out a hand before he stood up himself, offering her an apology.

"It's like, totally fine, it's cool, no worries!" Marie said with a smile, letting out another giggle. It was a rather adorable sight, at least the boy hadn't gotten hurt. "Hi! My name is Marie, I go to Beacon, well like obviously, since I have this!" She paused to thrust Raining Monarch out from her side.

"And what's your name? You look all so fancy and stuff, it's pretty cool, are you like some kind of business guy or whatever? You like, totally look like it!" The girl continued her chat, taking in the tuxedo and neatly combed hair. He definitely did look like some businessman or one of the more rich boys from far more richer neighbourhoods than where she lived.

In her typical ways of instant friendliness, she was so caught up in it that she took no heed of his oddly-shaped pupil, nor of the fact that typically, rich boys with heaps of money didn't really hang out in parks. Unless of course, with some ulterior motive that at that moment, her mind couldn't conjure.

No, Marie was too busy trying to befriend this stranger; all the while clutching her bow, knuckles far too white.