A little human interest (Open)

[Imperator]

Timestamp: 4 Kalendryas, Winter in the Second Era of the Regency of Milo L'Evienne

Outside Le Refuge de l’Artiste a mime plied his trade. Dressed in a striped shirt and with trousers and boots that were raven-black, face as white as the Everwinter snow, eyes and lips painted such, so did he saunter about, quite literally making a fool of himself.

Normally such an event would not arouse suspicion. This was Jaedexia after all, where culture and the arts reigned supreme, and was sometimes seen as the pinnacle of true civilization. His presence was thus respected, if not highly tolerated, particularly by those belonging to the cultural literati, no matter how impoverished they may be in these most trying times.

At first, he stood there on the pavement, as still as a statue, and then began walking about as if he were but a normal citizen, stopping in midstride only to reverse himself somewhat comically, soon (as was his craft) pantomiming the actions of other passerby, whether it be just gazing about, purchasing fruit from a carter, or staring at him.

Soon he began running into imaginary walls, and trying to get himself out of the predicament he was in. He couldn't seem to find a way out, and the puzzlement was certainly showing in his face.

An odd little creature, without a doubt, but such was the life of a mime.

[Seyren Leonard]

Seyren drew her oversized coat around her small frame tightly while trudging through the steadily thickening layer of snow gathering on Jaedaxia's streets. It was a cold brightening and for someone who had spent a relatively pampered life in Medonia's soft and warm climate the bitter cold Jaedaxia presented proved to be more than the frail little girl could handle.

It was while the girl decided that she couldn't move anymore when she spotted a mine, clad in a stereotypical monochrome clown-guise doing what mimes did best, which was miming - in an exaggeratedly dramatic sort of way, or at least the performance was like that in her eyes.

"Excuse me sir," she said tried getting the man's attention by waving her hand in front of her weakly. "I'm looking for the employment office and... uhm... I was wondering if you knew where it is located... please?" of course she really wasn't expecting an answer from the mime, they weren't supposed to talk anyway - it was in the job description.

And so she waited, face hopeful that perhaps the mime could at least point her in the proper direction, provided he had no other plans for the young dame.

[Imperator]

The mime's eyes widened when she stopped to ask him a question. At first he gave a very good impression of thinking, and then pacing around, musing about, before stopping, and gazing pointedly at her, dropping to his feet and sniffing suspiciously at her like a dog, giving the requisite silent barks and such.

Before he could continue, however, a second mime, similarly clothed, appeared from the sidelines. This one was a woman, and was nonchalantly looking about, until seeing the two. She looked a little irritated, but, shaking her head, went off to collar the errant male mime. Before anything else could happen, however, a strong pair of hands from another male had off and tried to forcibly grab Seyren's prized oversized coat!

It would fetch a good price in this Jaedexian winter. A good portion of the passerby continued to ignore them, for a moment, considering it to be part of the act.

[Seyren Leonard]

Were they seriously trying to steal her coat on this cold winter's brightening? She liked her coat where it was and there wasn't any force that could take it from her as far as she was concerned. "Sir... I don't mean to offend you or anything but I'm very particular about space, unhand me at once." she muttered, her voice threatening. "I hope you understand me." she was gritting her teeth as she was speaking and hopefully there would be a passerby who could rescue her from this predicament - as unappealing the idea was to her.

[Heartbreaker]

OOC: Sorry about the wait...I'll poke Imperator about this thread. =-)