Foxy Memories - RP Thread

[Milluw]

Where previously their door had been open during the day, the doors have been locked and only seen entered a few times here and there. The pony had not reappeared again either. Neighbors would have not been informed as to the reason of this.

[Milluw]

Outside of the house stood a red headed woman with dishevel hair half pulled up, and white paint splattered all over her work attire, arms, cheek and nose. Her hand moves in broad strokes across the wall of the building, letting the large painting brush leave a bright white color after it, where a faded white, almost crackeled and grey wall, had been there before. As she works she cannot help but sing and has a merry glint to her eyes, offering a smile to bypassers.

"Kind friends and companions, come join me in rhyme
Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine
Come lift up your voices, all grief to refrain
For we may or might never all meet here again"

The following day she comes to sweep the whole house and surrounding street clean of dust and leaves, the windows also being opened agast as she polishes them sparkling clean. By night the door is locked as well as the window shudders. Each night she leaves with a tired expression to her, walking toward the docks with a stuffed backpack and a large and heavy crate lifted in her hands.

[Milluw]

Early morning Ronja twists the keys around one last time to lock the door of the companies home. A note is left snuck under their neighbors door, the Reyer Clinic. Her heavy bags are shifted back up on her shoulder, as she looks out on the small street they had lived in for a short period of time. As her thoughts drift to the memories made within that span of time, she couldn't help but smile to herself. Ronja wandered off toward the docks and through the sleeping city. She was not to be seen there again any time soon. It would from then on be a commonly known fact that Foxy Memories was no more.