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[shufti]

There's a pregnant teen sitting on the floor by the fire with a sign.

'Will cleen shoos for muny.'

Next to this she is carving a piece of twig into a spike with a rather battered sword, occasionally measuring it against the hole in her crossbow.

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[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

This catches someone's eye.

Faramir is intrigued.

This has something to do with a certain "no business inna bar" rule. But don't worry, he hasn't come 'round to arrest the girl. He crouches in front of her and gives her a personable smile.

"Good day, Lady."

[shufti]

In appearance she is skinny and malnourished. Two big blue eyes look up him.

"Do you need your shoes cleaned mister?"

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

"No, thank you, Lady," he answers, shifting into a sitting position. "I mere wished to talk. If you're not too terribly busy?" He has the Gentle and Noble and All That Rot thing going for him. There is absolutely nothing threatening about him except perhaps the Security badge on his belt.

And, you know, the sword. And the dagger. And possibly the bow and arrows he was carrying to practice outside. And... okay, he's well armed enough to take on a batallion of demon bunnies. But BESIDES that, absolutely nothing threatening.

[shufti]

"Yes sir?"

She shifts uncomfortably, noting the weapons.

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

He actually doesn't like them much more than she does. They're a material necessity. He follows her eyes and smiles disarmingly.

"Don't fear, Lady. These are for your protection and mine, no other purpose. My name is Faramir. You are Bound, I take it?"

[shufti]

Shufti shakes her head.

"No mister, but back home nobody else has much money either."

[gentleprince.livejournal.com]

"Have you no husband, then, Lady, to assist you?" he asks gently.

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

Lust walks over and reads the sign.

"I would like my boots cleaned," she says after a moment.

[shufti]

Shufti nods.

"Thanks miss." She gets out her polish and brush.

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

She sits down and hikes her dress up over her knee-high boots. She studies Shufti a little more. "How old are you, girl?"

[shufti]

"Seventeen miss." she looks around fourteen, but she's telling the truth. She starts work on the shoes, shifting to get the bulge into a good position.

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

After a while she asks, "What is your name?"

[shufti]

"Shufti miss." she replies, getting a good shine on the boots.

[grovecj.livejournal.com]

OG moves over... "Heya..."

[shufti]

Shufti looks up.

"Would you like your boots cleaned mister?"

[grovecj.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I would." Nice sturdy boots, by the way. He sits down. "I'm CJ."

[shufti]

"Thanks. Nice to meet you CJ, I'm Shufti."

She starts work on the boots.

[grovecj.livejournal.com]

CJ lets her work... "You been 'ere long?"

[shufti]

"Just over a month sir." she replies, getting a good shine on them. "But I've been eating more because of the baby."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

"You know."

Says the man in the mask.

"There are other ways to make money."

[shufti]

Shufti looks up.

"Such as mister?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

He grins at her.

"Little things. I'm currently looking for someone capable of running errands, taking things into thier own worlds for me. I'm collecting data on the various connections to Milliways."

[shufti]

"What sort of things?"

She eyes him, back hand resting on the crossbow.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

He reaches into his pocket, pulling forth a small metal sphere with an H on it.

"Just this, for now."

[shufti]

"What does it do?" she asks, Not Touching it.