<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f4/RachaelAutumn2.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Rachal Autumn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10470277#msg10470277)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Katie, open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lounging Chairs<br/><strong>When: </strong>Sunday, August 3rd | Noon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>this (http://www.polyvore.com/rachael_at_pool/set?id=134917168)<br/><hr/>Rachael’s eyes had been looking around from behind her sunglasses while her hands worked her sunscreen in to her fair skin when something rather loud happened at the chairs not far from her. Glancing over, she watched as another fair skinned redhead barely managed to catch herself from falling flat on her face. Not really noticing the book in the other female’s hands, she instead found her mind already running over the possibility of creating a side character in her current book idea who could be clumsy or perhaps have a good deal of bad luck.<br/><br/>She was intent on the thought process involved in potentially hashing out a character when her lotioning of her long shapely legs was interrupted by a feminine voice belonging to the same young woman who had gotten her thinking in the first place. Looking up at Katie, she finally noticed the book and when she was asked for an autograph, Rachael gave her a smile. It was true some part of her had been looking forward to not having to worry about signing autographs here, but there was also the part of her that recognized that her fans were the reason she got to do what she loved in the first place. Giving her John Hancock was hardly a difficult thing to want to do when you looked at it like that.<br/><br/>“Nonsense, this is the best part of my job,” she said as she reached out for the book with one hand and rummaged through her bag with the other for a pen. Finally producing the fountain pen she never left home without for this very reason, she opened the book and moved the slip cover to write on the inside of the cover. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” she asked, looking back up at Katie with a smile still curling her lips.