in waves of beige and amaranth (open)
Libbs Walzek
Lockpick

Age: 28 | Height: 5'3" | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo
Level: 2 - Strg: 16 - Dext: 6 - Endr: 16 - Luck: 17 - Int:
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LIBBS
As promised, Libbs was a good member of the Artisan's guild. She did indeed make herself a little area to work, and for the most part, she was productive. Although walled off to keep her.. outbursts to a minimum, the energy of the woman was enough to funnel projects for days, for better or worse. Success or fail. Be it a particularly stubborn lock that age has taught to tighten it's teeth- or a suddenly spontaneous interest that needed to be investigated. Fostered. Discovered- and discovered again- until nothing of it remained.

Except today. Today was not that day.

A bit of cinder tainted the air, a byproduct of the week's work. Various items acquired, traded, or just found were haphazardly sorted into some sort of misunderstood categorization that would take a full blown archaeological team to unravel. Projects, carefully noted in a variety of mannerisms and doodles were found etched on bits of parchment.. or in some places, carved into the table itself.

And the benefactor of this recreation of Limbo? Well, she laid on the floor, her arms spread out. Her legs spread out. A glazed look across her face as she stared with an empty gaze into the ceiling, blinking the day, and perhaps some of her sanity today. Her door was open, just quiet. An odd sight for the normally.. enthusiastic woman.
let's run off to costa rica
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in waves of beige and amaranth (open) - by Libbs - 02-01-2020, 09:21 AM

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