Red Letter Day: A Postman's Holiday

[Rune174]

As with any day during the Christmas holiday, a spring colored fox with nought but a single tuft of his emerald fur hanging off his forehead, stirred from his slumber. It was the dead of winter, and with every passing second, a pair of violet eyes slowly drew themselves open, scanning the slightly lingering dust overhead. Being the only postman in the entire town, there was little that did'nt need to be done in a single day's work, not that the fox had any mind to complain. The town of Bon Bon had been good to him so far, even to an outsider whose rebellion ultimately forced him upon their doorstep without so much as a penny to his name.

His arms slowly drew outward, eliciting a slight yawn, which was softly stifled from the scarf that was neatly draped over his face, one of the few means to keep warm in the drafty office building. It was little wonder that nobody ever really came to the Brass Handle during this time of the year, save for the mail that came in from various regions of the world to the residents of Bon Bon. Often times it takes a good day or two just to translate the words so that he could accurately deliver every letter, a feat that few could have without proper language skills.

Eyelids drew slowly closed and openned once more, and soon stood from his small bed, rubbing his eyes as his feet moved instinctivily to the small bread storage, and took the contents to a makeshift table, eating nothing more than the sliced bread that he he slightly smothered with jam. It was three days before Christmas, the last day before his shift for the holiday, meaning for once in a good while, he would have a day off.

Not that it mattered much to Runai Kaltsere, with no family to return to, the only thing he had going for him was the daily smile he recieved from the grateful citizens in Bon Bon, the City of Desire. It had been nearly four years since his arrival to this place, yet it seemed like only a few days.
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[Rune174]

Runai's hands worked instinctively to lift off his grey colored night gown, unfastening the small sash that kept the ensemble together, and therefore, his body heat in. As he lifted the small gown, moss-green fur immediately brightened the room, showing off a moderately built body with little to no fat at all. Being a person who made it his duty to make sure everyone got their mail on a daily basis often kept him in shape. Running from one house to the next, dropping letters, packages, parcels, even telegrams from loved ones often left him with a small sheen of sweat on his body at the end of the day.

His eyes glanced at the small uniform laying at the head of his chair, running his fingers across the soft, yet sturdy fabric, even the hat, which had a forrest colored door handle embroidered at the side, the mark of his office. It had been only two years since he became the head post master of Bon Bon, but so far, he never felt more accepted than even back home, where eyes could easily look past him. It was because of some of the eyes that follow him that he had to wear so much clothing. With the exception of his face with only a small amount of his fur around his head showing, very few even believed that he had green fur to begin with.
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[TheBashfulFeline]

(This may be the wrong thread to ask, but is there snowfall or could there be a blizzard in Bon Bon, because how high we are tucked in the mountains?)

As Elizabeth Caldwell began her afternoon routine, she was dressed in a simple but long woolen dress, so if became too cold should also throw on a comfortable coat or sweater. She remembered she had to either go to the post office or, talk with the postman of Bon Bon about an incoming parcel from Wales.
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[henkcobra]

( we are very high so its kets cold in the night. lets warm our self)

Henk followed his love on the rooftops. He was still worried that shi was not taking a guard with her.

The snake cut a rose of a garden and put it in his mouth.

When shi entered the mail office Henk quickly followed her and placed his hand over her eyes. "Who is the slave of your hart?"
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[grllover23]

Loretta walked down the main street of Bon Bon wrapped in a nice warm winter gown that was made of an exotic fabric that kept her very warm and still gave a rather attractive cling to her figure. Her tail was a little chilly though as it remained protruding from her coat. She made her way to the post office to see if her package arrived. She had sent out a letter with a sailor who had stopped by town earlier that year and had gotten a reply letter saying that the package would arrive around Christmas time. A chill wind blew just as she made it to the door and she walked inside quickly, shivering a bit to warm up. Bonjour! she said cheerily to everyone inside.

-Yours Truly, Loretta xoxo
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[Jerin Nekros]

Jerin sat in the alley he usually slept in, just down a ways from the Golden Glass. He still hadn't gotten himself an apartment, despite the fact it was becoming more apparent that he was going to be sticking around for a while. His heavy duster was keeping the worst of the chill at bay, and the small rubbish fire he'd built in an old trash can was keeping his hands from freezing. He'd sent his father a letter when he'd gotten into town, and now he was wondering if perhaps a reply had come. Putting the fire out and picking up his effects, he made his way towards the post office to check.
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