"Earthland and Beyondddd~" [Solo/Job]

Roya had been on a job and mission fest as of late… evidentially she found she would need a passport before she was able to check out to any of the other regions for these tasks…Normally she would just find a way to sneak away to Seven or Minstrel… but that took a lot of walking. When she snuck into Fiore from Desierto that was under desperate circumstances… So she put up with it then, but for the sake of convenience this she come here to get her passport… After circling the Hargeon square. Four…five times like a lost tourist she was pretty sure she found the spot…

WORDS:108 ● TAGGED: @Roya ● NOTES:another job weee

Forest colored pools veered wide and stretched out across the mile long line that panned down the street, a line that hardly seemed to be moving forward. “D-Damn… that’s a lot of people.” Roya merely stammered to herself. The one armed mage must of spoken  little louder than she thought for she was left biting her lip as an older woman with greying hair, pruning tanned skin, and a cold visage exchanged her a glare for her unnecessary use of crude language. Roya planted  a hand at her hip and bit her inner cheek awkwardly as she stepped in behind to woman… maybe she’d give this a little try, and if not the woman would think up something else to save her the wait.

WORDS:124 ● TAGGED: @Roya● NOTES:wee

After fifteen minutes of standing around the buxom woman had had just about enough of this waiting bull shit. So… she began to unravel that devious little act of hers…beginning to solely act like some anxiety ridden woman. She would of rubbed her arms if she had to for the timid effect but brushed her palm to that bandaged stub of hers to draw in eyes. She blinked rapidly and shuttered, hitching her breath to pretend to be holding back tears. Only a select few eyes glanced back.

Then she took the dramatic immediate and desperate approach. She stumbled down to her knees, forcing a hitched breath to trouble the people around hr. “I-Ill never get back too Seven in ti-time at this rate.” She glanced back to the older woman taking a moment to brainstorm. “M-My grandmothers not going to make it—I-I have to be there!” She cried with emphasis, pouting her lip in a subtle pleading manner.

WORDS:160 ● TAGGED: @Roya● NOTES:almost thereee

Of course soft hearted folks would let a young pretty and handicapped lady like herself forward in the line especially if she had a loved one running out of time… maybe it was the thought she may lose someone waiting on them in this god forsaken line that let them push her forward or the disabled arm… both certainly were persuading… She received a few distasteful looks as that wrinkly tanned woman led her to the front, putting in a good word with the short man about to get his… luckily he had a soft heart too and gladly let the Fire mage step in in front of him, the granny moving back in the line to take that spot of hers back at the very end

WORDS:127 ● TAGGED: @Roya● NOTES: c:

Roya was handed an assortment of pages, tending to the information carefully… She gripped the pen in her hand, squinting down… She… She almost forgot that she couldn’t read much or write fluently at all... back in Desierto she had always been less fortunate to go to school..

She had to glance to the woman at the booth next to her filling out her forums just to get a jist and try to muddle through the paperwork… The next question caused her to chew her lip. She knew she’d have to do this… fake her guild.
Not knowing how to spell any of those damned names… Roya scribbled a half assed Sabertooth guild emblem on the line before passing the sheets back.  The passport teller squinted at the pages…

”Umn.. I was right handed before this… erm-” Roya blushed and guestured to her missing limb. He quickly nodded to accept her chicken scratch mess of handwriting, stamping her off.

WORDS:160 ● TAGGED: @Roya● NOTES: and done!