Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27603392-20130604121800/@comment-933831-20130608071840

Cicilia was new in town, having just recently opened her tailor shop in the city. It seemed that terrifying murders had started happening in the last place she lived. She quickly got away from there... She'd grown accustomed to moving away when things started getting worrisome in town, and here she was. Against her better judgement, she had decided to go out for a night to destress, maybe have a drink. Nope, too far. Coffee maybe?

The girl in glasses stepped into a tavern, seeing a whole bunch of interesting people around. At first her intentions told her to leave before things got awkward for her, but she gripped the handle of her scissors to calm her down and give her confidence. They were hidden in her secret compartment of her dress, but she brought them with her wherever she went. With renewed confidence, she sat down at an empty seat in the bustling tavern, calling over the bartender after he was done with everyone else. "U-umm... Coffee, two milk two sugar, please..." She said, not really making eye contact.