Rouge Labelle Home -> La maison de Lancelot Interagir avec : 
Après des heures agitées d'une certaine ressemblance de sommeil, Rouge se réveilla et décida que les événements d'aujourd'hui étaient agaçants. Lancelot a perturbé toute sa journée avec un message simple et si quelqu'un méritait de ressentir la colère qu'elle voulait évacuer, c'était elle. Elle a donc rapidement mis ses vêtements de rue, une blouse blanche et une veste en cuir rouge, des pantalons noirs et ses talons hauts rouges et a fait son chemin vers sa voiture.
Elle s'est arrêtée un moment avant d'entrer, en pensant à toutes les choses qu'elle avait à faire aujourd'hui. Elle a sorti son portable et a fait quelques rappels et les a envoyés à son assistante, qu'elle KNEW ferait comme demandé moins elle veut perdre son emploi pour la 3e fois ce mois-ci. Avec cela, Rouge a claqué la porte de la voiture fermée et sorti de son garage et a fait son chemin pour la maison de Lancelot.
Il a fallu très peu de temps car il était tôt et pas beaucoup étaient dehors et à peu près, même avec les pannes de courant, les gens voulaient encore dormir. Elle a passé devant quelques idiots de chauffeurs avant de retourner dans la rue qu'elle savait mener son droit à la maison de Lancelot, cependant, elle a regardé une femme qui marchait dans la rue. Elle secoua la tête dans l'incrédulité, comment une jeune femme pourrait être si stupide que de marcher seule en ce moment.
Il lui a fallu une courte seconde pour mettre deux et deux ensemble avant qu'elle ne frappe sur les pauses et fasse un rapide demi-tour. C'était Lancelot qui marchait dans la rue! C'est lui qui était assez stupide!
Elle s'est vite enfuie en bas de la rue avant de s'arrêter et d'appeler la femme, " Lance, chérie, yoohoo, c'est moi! Pourquoi marchez-vous dans les rues à ce moment-là? Puis-je vous déposer?" Rouge a appelé d'une manière un peu délicieuse.
Esmeralda Apartment -> Bar et dîner de Madame Fae Interagir avec: Celui qui est là
Esmaralda ne dormait pas, au lieu de ça, elle pénétrait dans la pièce avant que son estomac ne grogne. Elle s'est rendue compte qu'elle n'avait pas vraiment mangé toute la journée, à part un muffin et un café qu'elle a eu avant d'aller travailler au studio. Jusque-là, c'était du travail. Elle s'est rappelée de préparer un déjeuner ou quelque chose à manger après, mais elle a décidé qu'étant donné qu'elle ne pouvait pas dormir, elle allait à la restauration locale qui était proche de la maison.
Elle a rapidement tiré sur son jean de lavage sombre et un haut de réservoir violet clair et ses baskets avant qu'elle ne sorte de la porte. Elle s'est assurée d'être aussi calme que possible, elle ne voulait pas se réveiller d'un sommeil paisible. Le portier tard dans la nuit l'a saluée alors qu'elle se rendait à l'extérieur. Elle marcha rapidement en bas de la rue vers le Diner alors que son estomac suppliait avec elle d'obtenir de la nourriture en elle.
La promenade était assez calme. Elle semble peut-être être une jeune femme seule qui marche seule dans la rue, mais elle était loin d'être impuissante, si quelqu'un sent qu'elle est une cible facile. Heureusement, c'était une simple promenade et avant qu'elle le sache, le Diner était juste devant elle.
Elle a regardé dans les fenêtres pour voir un tas de visages familiers. Il semblait qu'elle n'était pas seule dans sa nuit sans sommeil. Elle a passé la porte et a salué tout le monde avec un sourire et une vague avant de prendre place près de tout le monde et a commencé à regarder dans le menu. La nourriture était sa priorité pour le moment, la conversation devait attendre.
Huckleberry Finn

"If someone’s right to a good fuckin’ time is being fucked with, I swear to you I will unfuck it."


 •  N A M E 
Huckleberry “Berry” Finn
 •  S T O R Y 
Mark Twain’s Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
 •  B I R T H P L A C E 
Westernmost
 •  M A G I C 
No magic!
 •  A G E 
20
 •  R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S 
Sex is sex. Don’t matter who it’s with.
 •  A T T I R E 
The drab rags and garments of a vagrant girl in Missouri get old real quick when that girl is exposed to the fashion world of Earth. Berry has managed to ditch the oversized overalls, shirts, and jeans, and has found her way into a small assortment of blouses, skirts, and leggings that suit her perfectly. She still dresses like a Southern girl, there’s just a little less rags and a little more 21st century Earth in her style, now.
She does have a natural beauty to her that only supplements the Southern girl look. Berry is quite tall, at just under six feet, and she knows her body turns heads wherever she goes. She knows exactly how to work it, and she knows exactly how to use it to her advantage.



 •  H E R O ' S N A T U R E 
Berry’s out for one thing and one thing only: to have a good fuckin’ time. Rules are overbearing and designed to keep people from having a good fuckin’ time, so Berry tends to ignore those more than she really should. The only code she follows is her own moral compass, which, to be fair, is a pretty strong one. She’ll never do anything that will cause serious harm to another, since Berry believes that her right to have a good fuckin’ time should not impede on others’ rights to have a good fuckin’ time. As long as she’s 100% certain that she isn’t hurting anyone else, Berry acts almost entirely on impulse.
Not to say she’s selfish. She takes joy in looking out for her friends and for those in need. It goes back to her very basic principle in life, really: if someone’s right to a good fuckin’ time is being fucked with, Berry will unfuck it. (She said that in person once and was immediately embarrassed. Berry then proceeded to recite that line at every available opportunity, since the secondhand embarrassment people felt upon hearing it was just too good to pass up.)
Again, she is impulsive, and with impulsiveness comes a little bit of fiery hotheadedness and a tongue that sometimes can’t hold itself back. Berry’s known to be a little snarkier than she should be at times, which can actually get her into as much trouble as her disregard for laws and rules can.
 •  R E N O W N E D S K I L L S 
She’s a damn good thief. No Robin Hood, since she usually only steals things that immediately benefit her - food, drink, cigarettes, the like. But she can break into just about anywhere short of a bank, get what she needs, and leave without making too much noise. It was much easier to get away with it back in Westernmost, where the land was lawless, but on Earth, Berry’s found herself being troubled a little bit more than she’d like. Hell, simple shoplifting is always an option.
 •  F A T A L F L A W 
The lawlessness of Westernmost stuck with Berry; she has a blatant disregard for rules or structure. She does what she wants, when she wants, and that can get her into trouble far too often. Berry’s been bailed out of Earth’s jails and served small sentences for petty shoplifting and the like more than her fair share of times.
 •  O N C E U P O N A T I M E 
Being the single daughter of a vagrant drunk in the less tasteful areas of Westernmost comes with a whole host of problems as it is; throw in Berry’s personality and that she and her father are black in an area where being black comes with another set of problems, and Berry had a pretty weird time growing up in St. Petersburg, Missouri, Westernmost. She spent most of her time causing trouble in the town, living her life as freely as she could.
Berry constantly found herself walking the line between being accepted as a fact of St. Petersburg life and being thrown out of the town completely for good. The local kids always seemed to come to her defense when she got in trouble, rallying to her cause of living it out and without any kind of supervision.
And yeah, that was great and all, but when the town adults are trying to get you killed or exiled every other day, Berry figured it was about time to leave her home, her father, and her friends and dip out of town.
She teamed up with another young runaway, Jim, escaping the clutches of slavery and hoping to recreate himself in another town as a free man. Berry and Jim roamed the frontier, looking for adventure and mischief wherever they could. The pair spent several years living a nomadic lifestyle, going from town to town and staying as long as they could before finding themselves punted out of town right onto their butts.
It took about that long before what little law enforcement there was eventually got sick of chasing Berry and Jim everywhere and just arrested the two. They discovered Jim’s status as a runaway slave, and uncovered Berry’s track record of making a mess out of every town she went to. They were shipped right back to St. Petersburg, so the town could figure out what to do with the two.
Leave it to good old Tom Sawyer to break them out of the wagon, though. About a mile out of town, Tom executed a masterful jail break: pretend to be a dying boy on the side of the road, wait for the wagon’s driver to come down and help, then drop his pants and tie his hands with some rope. Flawless. It turned out to be a stroke of luck - Tom was just playing some pranks of his own, and hadn’t really expected Berry and Jim to be in the wagon. He freed them once more, allowing them to resume their life on the run.
 •  A N E W C H A P T E R 
Berry and Jim moved south from St. Petersburg to New Orleans. The city was big enough to keep them hidden no matter how bad their shenanigans, and for a while, the two were almost living in peace.
When the Cataclysm came, Berry and Jim found themselves separated. Berry’s not entirely sure how, but Jim just… disappeared. Vanished, without a trace. She looked everywhere for him, but there’s no sign of her closest friend anywhere. Berry found herself depressed at losing her friend, and when Merlin came to pull people to Earth, Berry found a new purpose: to go with Merlin and find an answer for the Cataclysm. For Jim.
Berry’s made it her responsibility to look after Alice. Call it guilt for losing Jim, or just concern for the well-being of this girl that’s been through much more than any one person should go through. In their five years on Earth, the two have formed a sister-like bond, each finding solace in the other as an outcast living outside of typical societal rules.