Ruby Flint (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spotlighted) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
poly_chromatic2013-03-10 05:46 am
spotlighted) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-03-10 05:46 am
Entry tags:
❖ 004
Once upon a time, there was a girl called Ruby, with hair as red as fire. Ruby hailed from a far away kingdom called New York, but she had been kidnapped from her homeland and taken to a place known only as the City. As day dawned on one particular morning in the City, the sunbeams broke through the window and roused the maiden from a deep and peaceful slumber, in the tower where she resided. It was a well-earned slumber, too, for the previous day fair Ruby had been on a quest, roaming the city and searching far and wide to find cigarettes for her employer, Meyer, a Prince of her homeland of New York, a quest in which she had been ultimately unsuccessful.
Today, as Ruby rises from the comfort of sleep, she finds that the small, ornate silver box she prizes so dearly had been returned to her, adorning the otherwise bare window sill, glinting in the morning sunlight. Having bathed and dressed in a green chiffon dress of her own design, Ruby takes one of the small white sticks from the silver box and leans in the window of her room as the fluffy white clouds drifted lazily through the azure sky, watching the people come and go from the other towers, listening to the stream of water from the fountain, feeling quite content.
She spends the afternoon curled comfortably in one corner of her sofa, held in rapt attention by a leather bound tome she had borrowed from the library, that most wondrous institution that Ruby was only beginning to discover now she away from the bright lights of her homeland, before she heads to work. Dressed in her finest gown, back in New York she could easily have been mistaken for a noble lady as she made her way to the establishment in which she was currently engaged, but this could be no further from the truth: she's just a humble troubadour, a minstrel displaced from her proper place and time, wishing only to share the music of that place and time with the city, should they have the inclination to listen.
[OOC: Ruby is under the effects of the Tell Me A Story curse. Feel free to run into her at her apartment, around the city, or at Lucky's.]
Today, as Ruby rises from the comfort of sleep, she finds that the small, ornate silver box she prizes so dearly had been returned to her, adorning the otherwise bare window sill, glinting in the morning sunlight. Having bathed and dressed in a green chiffon dress of her own design, Ruby takes one of the small white sticks from the silver box and leans in the window of her room as the fluffy white clouds drifted lazily through the azure sky, watching the people come and go from the other towers, listening to the stream of water from the fountain, feeling quite content.
She spends the afternoon curled comfortably in one corner of her sofa, held in rapt attention by a leather bound tome she had borrowed from the library, that most wondrous institution that Ruby was only beginning to discover now she away from the bright lights of her homeland, before she heads to work. Dressed in her finest gown, back in New York she could easily have been mistaken for a noble lady as she made her way to the establishment in which she was currently engaged, but this could be no further from the truth: she's just a humble troubadour, a minstrel displaced from her proper place and time, wishing only to share the music of that place and time with the city, should they have the inclination to listen.
[OOC: Ruby is under the effects of the Tell Me A Story curse. Feel free to run into her at her apartment, around the city, or at Lucky's.]
action;
Hey there, Ruby!
action;
action;