The others were great, but third time's the charm! (Character Chat)

It was such a busy place for a little town. Everyone seemed to be out and about. No drive-ways had cars and no parking lots had space. This was mixed with the badly dressed tourists, carrying cameras, maps, and little alien trinkets. The sidewalk was a mix between foreign languages, greasy foods, and crying children, who carried little blow up green men, candies, and hats that said, "Roswell!" across the top. Runner fell into the mix, happy to be distracted from his worries. All of his life, he'd been craving his lost memories. He had no clue who he had been. But, now that he knew….he wish he could wipe his brain clean and start over from scratch. Chop down his family tree and use it for firewood. It would make his life so much easier.

((What can she do imao

He gave her an apologetic smile. "It's my bad, I wasn't watching were I was going. And, no, I don't think we've ever met."

(Aliens
"Runner." He offered his hand to shake.

He shook his head. "I don't really have a home. Just kinda…wander. It's why I'm called Runner." He looked a little too…clean for her to believe he was homeless.

His expression darkened for barely a moment, when she said 'parents,' but he recovered quickly. "No, I just kinda…go with the flow." He laughed. "That makes me sound like a fucking hipster."

((Can I jump in?

((Sure
"Bout an hour. Crazy place. I mean, they turned an alien hotbed into a tourist attraction. Kinda asking for trouble."

"Everyone's asking for trouble around her." An unfamiliar voice joined the conversation.

An incredible short elf with white hair was standing a few feet away, discreetly leaning against the side of a nearby building.

Snacking on what looked like an apple, she seemed to be quietly observing those around her, eavesdropping on some of the nearest conversations.

Most seemed to be ignoring her. If there was one benefit to her short stature, it was the fact that everyone viewed her as harmless.

A few people passed by her that she's seen earlier in another part of the town. They walked through the town carelessly, bumping into other people. "Paying no attention whatsoever in such a dangerous town," She mumbled under her breath "How idiotic."

He looked over, noticeably having to look lower than he expected. "Not necessarily."

"That's what they all say." She shot back.

"But not everyone knows magic," he said with a wink. "It's a simple spell put over the town. Even I was effected, as you can see. It's not idiocy, it's mind control."

She watched him suspiciously. He was the first the notice, and that is definitely not normal. "Who are you?" She asked, prepared to run should he be someone dangerous.

"Runner," he said cheerfully, "as I'm sure you heard from eavesdropping."

She relaxed, just a bit. "Evelyn, you can call me Eve."

"And it's not eavesdropping if you're in a public place."

"It is if you weren't invited into the conversation. Just being out in the open doesn't mean it's fair game," he said with a shrugged. "I honestly don't care either way, I was just giving you a hard time."

She took a bite of the apple still in her hand. "Everythings fair game out in the open," She mumbled through a mouthful of apple.
"What's your business in my town anyway?" She asked after swallowing. "We don't get too many like you around these parts."

"Like I said, I was just walking through. Felt the spell, and decided to look around for a bit."