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WHO: Jessie (whensheloved ) and Trowa (pacifisted )
WHERE: The address Trowa gave Jessie...which I'm assuming is the shelter~ if it's not please tell me
WHEN: Early in the morning, a day after this exchange
WARNINGS: NONE. But expect a lot of hyperactivity and scenery chewing. On Jessie's part.
SUMMARY: Jessie is looking to do her part in the city by helping take care of lost and unwanted critters. She was given Trowa's name by...well, Trowa himself, and thus Jessie comes in for what I assume to be an interview.
FORMAT: Parasomethingmcsomething
Jessie was in her human form as she wanders the streets of the City, heading over to the address she had been given yesterday. However, due to her height, lanky build, and of course, her cowgirl getup, the civilians wandering the sidewalks couldn't help but give her odd looks as she passed on by. By now, you'd think the people of the City would have gotten used to seeing strange sights, but then again, a tall, redheaded woman wearing a cowgirl getup was bound to catch anyone's eye. Even in the morning, when people have barely enough time to form decent sentences.
The yodeling cowgirl takes no notice of these stares as she rounds the corner, staring at the address every now and then, and looking around at the signs to see if she had everything right. She might be a toy, but it's sewn into her personality to be a bit of a country girl. Navigating the wild wild west? Sure, that would probably be easy as pie for her. But a city? Well, she wasn't exactly let out of the box much. But she was bright and determined, and most toys surprisingly have a rather astute sense of direction.
From the looks of it, she's on the right track and...yeeeehaw there's the place she was looking for! Right on time too, ain't that something! She puts on a grin, tucks the piece of paper underneath her hat as she straightens it, and heads right on in, practically bursting through the doors.
"Howdy Mister Barton! I heard you were expectin' me!"
WHERE: The address Trowa gave Jessie...which I'm assuming is the shelter~ if it's not please tell me
WHEN: Early in the morning, a day after this exchange
WARNINGS: NONE. But expect a lot of hyperactivity and scenery chewing. On Jessie's part.
SUMMARY: Jessie is looking to do her part in the city by helping take care of lost and unwanted critters. She was given Trowa's name by...well, Trowa himself, and thus Jessie comes in for what I assume to be an interview.
FORMAT: Parasomethingmcsomething
Jessie was in her human form as she wanders the streets of the City, heading over to the address she had been given yesterday. However, due to her height, lanky build, and of course, her cowgirl getup, the civilians wandering the sidewalks couldn't help but give her odd looks as she passed on by. By now, you'd think the people of the City would have gotten used to seeing strange sights, but then again, a tall, redheaded woman wearing a cowgirl getup was bound to catch anyone's eye. Even in the morning, when people have barely enough time to form decent sentences.
The yodeling cowgirl takes no notice of these stares as she rounds the corner, staring at the address every now and then, and looking around at the signs to see if she had everything right. She might be a toy, but it's sewn into her personality to be a bit of a country girl. Navigating the wild wild west? Sure, that would probably be easy as pie for her. But a city? Well, she wasn't exactly let out of the box much. But she was bright and determined, and most toys surprisingly have a rather astute sense of direction.
From the looks of it, she's on the right track and...yeeeehaw there's the place she was looking for! Right on time too, ain't that something! She puts on a grin, tucks the piece of paper underneath her hat as she straightens it, and heads right on in, practically bursting through the doors.
"Howdy Mister Barton! I heard you were expectin' me!"