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Post by Tiger on Jun 16, 2017 20:37:22 GMT -5
It had been a perfectly normal microwave that morning. Tongue between their teeth, Harper leaned close to the back of the microwave oven and with the aid of a pen-sized flashlight, scrutinized the thin cords and wires, the metal components, the tiny ports and terminals. The beam of light flickered and flashed off the metal panels, and occasionally, Harper caught an interestingly-lighted glimpse of their reflection. The reflections themselves were too small to make out much more detail than vague shape and patches of color; the consistent brown of their skin, with its cool, almost ashy undertone that sometimes disappeared in the flashlight’s brunts of gold, the hunter-green work-shirt, stained with oil and paint and scattered with tiny rips where the fabric had caught on sharp corners and loose screws. The hole along the shirt’s bottom hem was definitely not a burn from a welding gun because, as Harper’s mother had told them, they weren’t old enough to weld yet, so obviously, they hadn’t used a welding gun. Ever. Not even once. But that was then - or rather, never. Right now, Harper wasn’t focused on the damage to their workshirt, just the intactness of the microwave. The repair had been simple, but Harper had done it quickly; not quite rushing the job, but definitely spurred on by the louder-than-usual chatter and the very distant, just-audible beats of music drifting in through the slightly-ajar window. Their mother had been very clear - they could go to the fair to watch the rides being set up, but only after finishing the microwave oven. “It’s been sitting for almost a week waiting on that part,” she’d told Harper the night before, as they ate dinner on their back porch. “I’ll be busy finishing the refurbishments tomorrow, and I don’t know how long the television is going to take to fix.” “Are you sure it’s even fixable?” Harper had asked. Their mother had clicked her tongue at them. “So little faith,” she chided. “I don’t know how long it will take to fix - but I will fix it. A piece of technology has not yet bested the Kulkarnis, and it will not begin with this hunk of steel and rusted wires we were told was a television.” The phrasing and the confident expression on her face had made Harper laugh, and they’d agreed to fix the microwave. Electronics-repair was fun, if a little more routine - and it wasn’t as if there was homework that needed doing this week. Thank goodness the school break and the fair lined up so well! The microwave looked just fine. Not the same as before - but certainly like it would work. Harper lined the back panel up again and replaced the screws. When they’d all gone as tight as they could safely go, Harper plugged the microwave into the test outlet, checked the LED screen - operating normally - set the microwave to cook for two minutes, and headed to the back of the little shop and opened the restroom door. From there, Harper could check their appearance in the mirror while also ensuring the microwave didn’t start a fire or explode or melt into a pile of bright-blue sand. That had only happened once, but it had been very memorable. The sand was now in a glass vase set atop the fireplace mantle. Harper’s father had gotten a laugh out of it. The mirror. Harper would be changing their shirt, something a little less ripped and stained but just as deep-green, but their hair could use perfecting. They fluffed their shoulder-length hair - black, thick, and a little wavy, like their mother's. Of course, their mother - for some reason - did not use her hair's potential for brightly-colored tip dyes. Harper, however, did recognize the opportunity available to them, and usually tried to do something special with the color for occasions like this. This time was vibrant purple; not quite as elaborate as a two-colored job or the prohibitively laborious rainbows, but there just hadn't been time between their father's visit and school. And anyway, it still looked good. Harper combed through the strands briefly, making sure everything was unknotted and properly puffy. There was no point in vivid hair dye if it was all clamped around their neck. The microwave beeped - the sound was much more pleasant than it had been before - and stopped glowing and spinning. For a moment it seemed the buzz of sound hadn’t quite died - but then it escaped Harper’s notice,, and they thought nothing of it. Instead, they were caught up in the relief of the microwave being fixed, the excitement of being almost ready to go now, and anticipation of what would be outside. It had been a perfectly normal microwave. In true Tiger fashion, Tiger writes a bazillion-word intro about her character and then is like "OKAY THIS HAS TO STOP". Harper, a high-school student who helps their mother with her electronics-repair shop, fixes a microwave, recalls a conversation with their mom, primps their hair (purple dye, aw yeah), and prepares to go to the fair to watch the rides being assembled. I’m sure that’ll totally happen in my next post and they won’t get somehow waylaid to interact with someone C= I would never do that to one of my characters!!
((To be clear, yes, I will make another post later for interactions, once I decide how I wanna do that XP I mean, you're welcome to have someone bump into them as they're leaving the shop if you really want, but I won't be sitting her expecting that, either XP )
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Post by Kyn on Jun 16, 2017 22:20:06 GMT -5
Caden Glenn, or just Cade, perceived the cessation of patter against his window pane and deduced that the rain had stopped. He moved his hand towards the spot where he remembered he had last placed his shades, did a little victory jig in his head when his fingers curled around the arms of said eyewear without so much as a fumble, and placed them over his ears. He then stood up from his bed and walked towards his dresser, feeling for and retrieving his jacket. From the foot of the bed, he heard Peaches yip in anticipation. The Yellow Labrador had long memorized the cues that indicated her handler wished to leave his room. Cade sat back down on his bed, this time with Peaches' harness in had. "Peaches, ven." His guide dog came to him readily, and after properly fitting her to her harness, he stood up and gripped the handle assuredly. "Okay, girl. Vamonos!" Mrs Bodwell noticed them as they moved across the living room. "Going out, Master Caden?" the housekeeper inquired mildly. "To the neighbours', Mrs B. I want to go to the spring fair, I know that Mrs Khouri will be going to the spring fair, so I thought I'd go over to suggest carpooling." "It is a pity," Mrs Bodwell observed, "that her husband has such a dread of automobiles, or else he and Dr Glenn could have made a similar arrangement for work." The boy smiled as he opened the door. "From the way Mrs Khouri put it, that would be a bad idea; it's all the better that we live close by the hospital. Anyway, see you later, Mrs B." Cade had been over to the Khouris' place enough times that Peaches required no further instruction than "Ve a Khouris". Once he had arrived, Cade pressed the doorbell and waited for someone to answer. Caden "Cade" Glenn wants to go the spring fair and heads over to the residence of his neighbours, the Khouris ( ♥ Azzie ) to see if he can work out a carpool arrangement with Mrs Khouri. |
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Post by Twillie on Jun 16, 2017 23:44:58 GMT -5
You dance so well, but I hate to say…
Her feet lightly tapped against the floor as she steadily moved across it, and Liz Bishop’s eyes kept trained on her partner, her long black ponytail swaying at her waist as they waltzed. I don’t think we’re alone.
Her partner didn’t seem to mind, though. In fact, it didn’t seem to have any reaction at all, as the mop in Liz’s hands continued to sweep against the cathedral floor, following her command despite the lack of privacy. It wasn’t a Sunday, and no real events were being held at the cathedral, so theoretically Liz had little need to even be there, were it not for the church’s open door policy. It wasn’t even a large crowd in the pews, just a few people keeping Liz from a day at home. An elderly couple, whom Liz named Mr. and Mrs. Flannel, sat together in the pews, as well as younger man with thick hair and a heavy overcoat. Liz dubbed him Eyebrows. Occasionally, in a lucky moment of chance, she’d glance up the same time as one of them and make eye contact. She held onto them perhaps a second longer than acceptable, to which they’d quickly duck their head back down and chastise themselves for taking notice of the dark janitor in the shadows. Liz just wanted them to go home. As nice as our time together has been, I’ve got a double date I need to get to. Eyebrows especially got caught into this trap, tallying twice now that Liz has stared him down. As she finished her mopping and wheeled the bucket to the altar room doors, she caught him again from the corner of her eye. She saw his flustered expression. Now three.
Liz took her mop and bucket out of the altar room and down a hallway tucked in the corner of the cathedral lobby. This led to the back offices, as well as her supplies closet. She stowed the mop away, and, hefting out a large, crinkly bag, Liz headed out the main doors of the cathedral to a couple small dishes sitting outside on the pavement. She loudly shook the bag, catching the attention of any tiny ears in the area, before filling the bowls and waiting. Nothing came into view, though, and there was no crunching of paws against the gravel. Liz clicked her tongue a few times, but to no avail. Strange. Two strays-- Frankenstein and Mary, as Liz insisted they be called-- typically stopped by early morning and sunset before she even had a chance to fill their bowls. At first claiming the church as their hangout, the staff essentially ended up adopting the cats when shooing didn’t work. They weren’t the only ones to show, but they were Liz’s regulars, so it was odd that they’d pass up their free meal. Even more strange that no one was around; there were still plenty of strays in the town, so Liz always had some visitors. That’s when she caught wind of faint music. Following the noise, she eventually poked her head from behind the Town Hall building and saw a commotion in the park, more than usual especially this early in the day. “Oh, duh.” Liz covered her face as the obvious hit her. “How’d I forget?” She glanced back at the food bowls. “Found someone better then, huh? ‘I think we should see other people,’ and all that?” The fair and its assembly, of course, promised much greater chance for begging and food, as well as adults and kids alike to get pets from. “Well, I didn’t need you anyway! I’ve got someone else, too! Two, even!” Stepping back inside, Liz grabbed a dust rag from her closet and headed back to the main altar room. Walking inside, Eyebrows was still seated in his spot, but Mr. Flannel was nowhere to be found, while Mrs. Flannel fussed with her purse while slowly rising. That's two getting ready to go, at least. The setting up of the fair gave Liz even greater reason to pine for an early clock out. Dusting around a candle display on one of the pew-side tables, she made a mental note to check for any candlemakers selling their wares at the market. Some metalware would also be good, whether it be jewelry or other trinkets; it would all go nicely on her homemade altar just the same. When she finished her dusting and turned around, the older couple had gone, but Eyebrows was stood up among the pews. Once again, he was caught facing Liz. His eyes widened like a deer in headlights. She raised an eyebrow at him. He hid his head behind his coat collar and sped towards the doors. And that makes four.
Liz Bishop is stuck at work while everyone else is having fun ;; She instead entertains herself at the expense of the cathedral's few patrons, hoping at the same time to scare them off so she can spend the day at home and perhaps also the market and fair. She makes plans for shopping once she gets out, and lucky her, the last guy in the pews finally leaves! Now's the chance for a nice day of market stalls and interactions!
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Post by Lizica on Jun 17, 2017 0:54:07 GMT -5
The guidebook had been wholly unhelpful for this particular town when Hannah Zhou had been planning her trip. It had mentioned the local college, a few spots of interesting architecture, and a few decent restaurants and inns. Whatever Wrighton's history was, though, the guidebook author Gladys Skipping had happily glossed over it in favor of praising the town's spring festival. Apparently the festival was only a few days away. It was too bad Hannah wouldn't be in town for it--but then again, she wasn't really interested in buying anything, because then she'd have to carry it for the rest of her backpacking trip, and this backpack was already killing her. The sales associate back home seriously had not mentally prepared her for this. Of course, he'd also not properly explained to her how to actually use the backpacking kit to start a fire or signal for aid, so maybe Hannah should have figured he was just trying to make a quick buck instead of volunteering as her travel mentor. As it was, last night Hannah had been entirely unable to pitch a tent (and instead pitched a fit) and had opted just to huddle under a tree in the rain with a tarp draped over an overhead branch. She was really looking forward to a warm bed and a shower tonight with free breakfast in the morning. Wrighton didn't seem to be a terribly interesting town, and she'd only tacked it onto her itinerary because she'd been born there, apparently, and because the second she had mentioned it, her mother had dove into a half-hour nostalgic spiel about how pretty the cathedral was in the springtime. A nice selfie with the cathedral would probably placate her parents, but first, Hannah's priority was to find a nice (but not overpriced) hotel for the evening--and tomorrow morning she'd head off for New Amesworth. She dutifully pulled out her giant travel map and marked the path from the hiking trail to Wrighton in pink highlighter, labeling it as "Day 7." She refolded the map. It poofed out at an awkward angle. She unfolded and refolded it again. One of the sections crumpled in on itself. She unfolded it and attempted one last time to refold it properly. She didn't fold it properly then, either, and with an aggravated hiss, she stuffed the crooked map back into its plastic bag. She coughed defensively and readjusted her sun hat, hoping that nobody had seen that. Okay. Now Hannah's first priority was to find a nice hotel. For such an unremarkable town, Wrighton sure felt ungodly enormous when she was walking on foot and bearing a huge cross-country backpack. She passed small homes and small front lawns and small businesses until she eventually came to what looked like a market. Some stalls looked to be permanent, while others appeared to be going up just now. A girl with a bicycle caught her eye. Not that Hannah expected to be allowed to borrow a bicycle from a stranger, but the thought of not having to walk anymore was a blissful thought. "Excuse me," she asked the girl, carefully avoiding eye contact with the stall vendor (who might try to sell something to her). "Can you tell me where to find a good hotel?" Howdy, strangers, meet Hannah Zhou, who's backpacking across the country and is making a short stop in Wrighton! She is very obviously very experienced and very passionate about hiking and camping and surviving overnight and walking for hours and carrying extremely heavy objects, so she's definitely having a fabulous time so far. Anyway, she'd really, really like to crash somewhere with a roof and running water, so she asks Alexis ( Gelquie ) where to find a hotel. |
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Post by Draco on Jun 17, 2017 4:03:24 GMT -5
While the people of Wrighton were busy with their every day things, or doing things involving the upcoming festival, there was one man doing something very out of the ordinary... Or at least for some people, for him it was a normal occurrence... Edward Fox was standing in front of a tree in the park. He was wearing a red frock coat with black trim on it, and jabbing the tree with a walking stick. "So we meet again old nemesis? How many times has this been now?" He waits for a answer... "Yes, I have indeed lost count! You never listen do you? I've told you time and time again to leave my town! You can't take over today!" He attacks the tree a few times, a couple leaves fall from the limbs. Mr. Fox shakes them them out of his graying hair. "You may win this round, but next time you won't be so lucky! I will not relinquish the town to your evil ways!" Droplets of water stuck in the tree fall onto his head and he shakes and jumps back in surprise. "A sneak attack?! How dare you! I'll get you next time!" The strange man runs off through the park, trying to avoid the trees as much as possible. He finally makes his way out of the park and hides in the marketplace. Eyeing the park from a distance... Now Edward Fox didn't have a grudge against trees or nature, it was just the trees of the park he hated. He believed deep down that they were here to take control of the town. It was the one place in town he refused to sleep or relax, instead he was always on guard when passing through it. He felt much safer in the marketplace or other parts of the town. Somewhere in the back of his head, he knew there was another reason for this hatred, but for the life of him he couldn't remember it. He walked through the marketplace inspecting the goods as he walked. From time to time he would stop to poke at the ground with his walking stick or talk to a inanimate object. Eventually he finds a place to sit back and watch the people. Edward Fox argues with a tree...
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Post by Gelquie on Jun 17, 2017 4:41:57 GMT -5
Alexis was having so luck so far, staring at the various vendor stalls, but finding that most of them were selling crafts. And the ones that were selling vegetables were often selling just that, vegetables. Some of them had never even heard of tarragon. Maybe she was at the wrong shops? She could find one eventually that maybe had it, but the one she knew sold all sorts of herbs were far away, and while she wouldn't necessarily mind the walk, if there was a closer stall or store, she'd rather use that one and get the chore out of the way. She was just leaving a stall and considering calling her mom and asking her to maybe explain where she might find it (sure, it'd slow her mom down, but not knowing this was slowing her down too) when she saw someone approach out of the corner of her eye and start addressing her. ”Excuse me, can you tell me where to find a good hotel?” the woman asked her, decked in hiking gear and wearing a much-too-heavy backpack ...Wait, hiking gear? Alexis couldn't help but look her up and down. She didn't recognize her... she must've been a traveler, a visitor. “Oh, you here for the festival? Sure, there's a few, but there's one really good one I know,” Alexis told her. She didn't often visit them herself, but she heard about them from when her family from family members from either side decided to visit but there wasn't enough room in the house for everyone. So she pointed across the park, towards the town hall and cathedral. “See those? Go right to the town hall there, then go down the road and there should be a hotel right across the street; can't miss it.” She explained, gesturing the direction of each thing as she spoke. Then she paused. “Although... I don't know how crowded they'll be, or if they'll be full up... That hotel could give you directions to others, but I don't know how good they are...” She looked up at her backpack again. “Um! If nothing else, there's some campgrounds over in the woods. There's some good sites there.” She could barely hide a proud smile at telling her this; she looked to be the type who might be outdoorsy and thus glad to hear about this, at least if this woman is anything like Alexis. She paused again. “By the way, did you happen to see a stand selling tarragon?” Alexis is having a fruitless search for tarragon when Hannah ( Lizica) stops her and asks for hotel recommendations. She gives her the best one she knows (and by that, I mean the only one I know of), then recommends the campgrounds in case the hotels are full or to fulfill the spirit of outdoor adventuring she completely believes that Hannah has. She also asks her if she saw any stall that sells tarragon. |
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Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Jun 17, 2017 7:38:45 GMT -5
Permits. Permits, permits, permits. That was all that was swimming through Rowena Cruz's mind as she packed today's edible wares into her car. The request to apply for a festival booth permit was all she received from 9-closing, even during lunch. Wait. There was one call that asked for help a marriage license, and another call to see what the heck Land Use was up to these days, and a letter to the mayor asking for cleaner streets. But still. Rowena’s own permit, whilst expedited (shhhh), said nothing about others setting up a booth for her. With four days left until the Spring Fair, and not much longer after that until the next full moon, the best time for planting even more crops, Rowena decided it was best to get the setup portion out of the way, then head to the market if there was any daylight left. One would have to be soulless to steal a booth during this festive time. Work intensified during the Spring Fair, not that Rowena was unused to it. With family away and a house to pay off, Rowena was all alone scrambling to climb out of the financial hole she and her family fell into. Rowena paused a moment, lifting a rabbit halfway. A few quick mental calculations later, Rowena decided she did not have to donate plasma this week. The projected sales from her plants would more than make up for that, especially with the bunny in her jacket. The rabbit squirmed a little but stopped resisting once it was safely tucked inside. Rowena smiled wanly at the creature, knowing she wasn't quite all alone. Besides, save for work hours, her trusty Yodel was always there to help her, especially when she needed it most. Rowena's head snapped up. Where was that crazy dog, anyway? She opened the passenger side door and called out, "Want to go for a ride?" Instantly, long nails skidded across the pavement, and their owner scrambled into her car. She ruffled the top of his brindled head and shut the door, driving to the festival grounds. Perhaps increased traffic would let her sneak a sale or two into her booth before anyone noticed... In between red lights, she shot a quick text to Liz, hoping to see her friend after work. Liz...had a way of making Rowena forget just how tired she was. Rowena lost no time, ignoring most as she filled her usual spaces with lettuce, mustard greens, tarragon, and everything else that was in season this month. One filled table later, Ro sank into her chair, the momentary relief of being off her feet again washing over her. She was dimly aware of Yodel trotting off, but knew he would be back again... Rowena’s influenced by Peer Pressure as she sets up her own booth, not unlike the farmer’s market booth she’s usually at, and will set up there afterward. She sees others selling and starts selling the leafy greens and herbs grown in her backyard, ( Gelquie) including tarragon. She’s a hard worker and animal lover, and brings both a rabbit and her loyal yet unleashed dog, to the fairgrounds. The rabbit’s for promotion, the dog’s for company. XD GETTING HYPE for the fair, Rowena also texts Liz ( Twillie) to come by and say hello to her rabbit and doggo, the latter of which trots off and looks very much like a stray but will jump on people. Ohhh, boy does that dog jump. |
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Post by Reiqua on Jun 17, 2017 15:39:24 GMT -5
Lots of people. Lots of trucks. Lots of white canvas. These thoughts impressed themselves on Sasha's tired brain as she drove home from work in the midafternoon. Technically speaking she wasn't allowed to be put on a double shift at the hospital, but really, who was checking. Eyes on the road Sasha, she told herself firmly as she noticed her thoughts wandering. Watch for people, watch for cars, don't watch the park. In two minutes she was pulling up at home. Her lime green bubble of a car contrasted strangely with its surroundings. To say it was a nice house would be a little generous. To say it was situated in a nice part of town would be generous in the extreme. But inside there was a nice bed and it was waiting for her - calling her. The bed at the nurses quarters had been absolutely atrocious so even though she was only in Wrighton for six months, she'd had to escape. It wasn't exactly home, she reflected as she pushed open the front door past the spot where it tended to stick, but it would do for now. Meet Sasha. She is tired. |
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Post by ♥ Azzie on Jun 17, 2017 15:53:40 GMT -5
The Khouri house was full of flowers. The china cupboard had been cleared completely, a small pile of trinkets gathered neatly on the floor. In their place were dozens of flowers, fragrant white ones and vivid purple blossoms. The kitchen table and three chairs were piled high with bags of flowers and ribbons. And in the center of it all was Mina Khouri, small and frowning, intently fastening bows. When the doorbell rang, she jumped slightly, dropping a few stray petals. "Coming!" She called out, trying to find a spare place for the bouquet on her lap. With a frantic glance at the door, she settled on leaving the bouquet on her chair, and dashed for the door. When it opened, her eyes widened in surprise. "Caden! Come in, come in. I'm afraid Atif is working late today, but you're quite welcome. And hello, Peaches! Oh- keep her away from the table, some of those may be bad for dogs!" Mina Khouri sits at hime, making some last-minute preparations to her bouquets before the fair. She's startled by Cade ( Kyn)appearing at the door, but welcomes him in happily, although warning him to be careful of what his dog eats. |
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Post by Celestial on Jun 17, 2017 15:54:25 GMT -5
The girl, whose name he found out was Dion, shook his hand in a way that suggested she was trying far too hard, as if she was not quite used to it. Fionn gave her a smile as she did, however. Who cared how people shook hands as long as they were nice, and she certainly seemed nice. Nice, but a little clueless. Still, no harm done. Who had not been a little clueless every now and then? Fionn shrugged the instrument off his shoulder, holding it out for Dion to see. "This is my saxophone, or sax, or as I like to call it, Belle. Isn't it a beauty?" he stroked the side of the bronze saxophone before grinning up at Dion. "Sure, I can play you a tune.. But first, stand back. Let me set up." The man took several steps back from Dion. He adjusted his coat so that it would give him a bit more flexibility in his arms and pulled a crumpled beanie hat from one of his pockets, placing it in front of him. "This one is an old song, but I redid with a nice, jazzy twist! Enjoy!" Fionn called out, too loud for it to just be for Dion's sake before winking at her. "A girl like you deserves something just as beautiful." Then, he began to play. Fionn had found the saxophone one of the few things that he had really bothered to put the work into to learn even before he came to Wrighton, and combined with his amazing lung capacity, he was pretty good at it He often selected the strangest musical pieces to adapt, from classical music to TV show themes, resulting in an eclectic mix. For Dion, however, he had decided to go with what he knew: an old song from his homeland. It was not long before Fionn found himself engrossed in the music and began to tap his feet. The tapping grew more and more intense until it evolved into a rough kind of dance. For a fat man, he was not too bad at moving. Fionn humours Dion( Thorn), sets up a busking hat and begins to rock- err, jazz out with his saxophone. If people around want to hear his music, gopher it! |
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Post by June Scarlet on Jun 17, 2017 15:58:22 GMT -5
"Thank you Itzel," Sharron replied, nodding as the girl in the flowered sweater returned her book. "I hope you enjoyed it." Itzel was another regular, favoring nonfiction, always looking to learn about new things. And sure enough, she appeared to be browsing through the 900s, looking for something do to with history or geography. Mrs. Bizelli turned her attention back to Claire. "Ah, I'm sorry you had trouble checking out that book, I can go ahead and double check." As she went around the desk to look at the computer, she glanced over at Ani, and was pleased to see Itzel and her striking up a conversation, so to speak. Sharron smiled, happy to see the library bringing people together. Claire made her way behind the desk before she continued. “I didn’t know you had a daughter, Ms. Bizelli.”Sharron clicked through screens on the computer. "Oh, yes, her name's Beatrice, she doesn't come to visit often, the newspaper keeps her very busy." She looked up to see Ani standing there with book. "Ah, Ani, perfect, just let me see that book for a minute, and make sure everything's in order." She took the book, and scanned it. "Yes, it seems to be checked out to you, Miss Hemsworth, you did fine, Claire." She returned the book to Ani. "Nice choice, we have a fascinating history here, you know, but few choose to take much notice of it." Mrs. Bizelli looked past Ani, into the distance. "Beatrice never did, at least, much too easily frustrated by looking to our past, always looking towards the future, what's different, what's new. Probably why she left in the first place. She just has to be where the stuff is happening." *** Beatrice Bizelli was where the stuff was happening. Booths being set up, tourists asking for directions, savvy salespeople already trying to hawk their wares. She was in her element. A man in a red frock coat caught her attention, as he argued with someone hiding behind a tree. Curious, she stepped closer. The man ran off. Beatrice stepped up to the tree and peered around it. No one was there. Odd. A normal person might have shrugged this off as one of life's mysteries, or been afraid to approach a stranger, but Beatrice just had to know. She set off to where the man had headed. She wandered the Marketplace until she spotted the man sitting on a bench. She had to know. Beatrice walked up to the man in the red frock coat. "Hullo good sir, I'm Beatrice Bizelli. Lovely day we're having here, yes?" She sat down next to him, not asking permission. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but I couldn't help but notice your heated discussion in the park, and I was wondering what that was about." Back at the Library, Sharron Bizelli sees Ginz ❤ 's Itzel, such a nice patron, looking to learn new things. Mrs. Bizelli helps Rabbit ♠ 's Claire check Ani's book, praising Ani's good choice in learning a bit about the town's history, and lamenting that her daughter Beatrice was too easily frustrated by the past. And let's see, of all the posts, it looks like Draco still needs interaction at the fair at this time. So Beatrice approaches Mr. Fox. What was that argument about anyway? |
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Post by Rabbit ♠ on Jun 17, 2017 17:47:54 GMT -5
Ani frowned. Ms. Bizelli didn’t seem happy at the fact that her daughter going after what’s new. She might not see her too much if that was the case. Ani assumed that Ms. Bizelli would want to see her daughter. And not liking history? How could… wait, Ani could see why Beatrice might not like history. Not a lot of people do like history. However, Ani could see why Beatrice would want to see what’s new, though. Things don’t change much here in Wrighton. At least for Ani. So going out to explore and see the world would be very appealing. Still, this was her home for a long time. There had to be some sort of middle ground between the two. Ani knew there had to be. She turned to Claire, but she was already gone. Claire probably had something to do. Maybe she was putting back books that were returned. While Ani understood that, she wasn’t very happy. She needed help figuring out what to do to help find a middle ground. Ani briskly walked back to the table was sitting at and sat down. She pulled out her glasses and notebook and started thinking. She was drawing a blank, though. It was a little hard to think when she didn’t even know who Beatrice was. She could use some help. What about that girl that was also sitting at the table? Ani quickly wrote a question down in her notebook and slid it over to her. “ Hey, do you mind helping me out?” Ani's sad to hear that June Scarlet 's Sharron Bizelli is upset that Beatrice doesn't have the same interests. So she decides to try and help (because that's what happens in times like this). Claire is gone, so she goes back to the table and asks Ginz ❤ 's Itzel for help. |
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Post by Nut on Jun 17, 2017 18:06:27 GMT -5
The butterfly was large, bright, shiny, colorful and obviously handmade. Aster was relieved to hear that it could be saved; it would be an awful shame for something that obviously had so much care put into it to go to waste. He couldn’t have handled it himself, and that was exactly why he needed to find some sort of protective bag for his things soon. The girl seemed to have gotten preoccupied again and Aster was about to move on, when suddenly she whipped her head to face him as if he had invented a machine for the sole purpose of shooting a rubber band at her. He backed away involuntarily, but instead of whatever reaction he was expecting, she dropped her eyes for one nervous moment and then held out her hand with a smile. “Ah, uh, sorry for rambling. I'm Velia Briar, nice to meet you!” Meet people. Small talk wasn’t something he was good at, but he was supposed to come to town and meet people. And this time, remember them. “Aster. Hi.” Did people here usually introduce themselves with their last names? He hadn’t chosen one. Not that it mattered, since he wasn’t going to get involved with anything that required identification, anyway. “Uh, I like how your butterfly is really bright and colorful.” Unlike the town infrastructure. Maybe you have to make things like this if you live in houses like these. Not knowing what else to say, he remembered why he had walked over and started rambling towards his original point. Maybe a fellow artist would be interested in helping him or seeing his work. “Hey, so—have you always lived here? I made some pictures of other places here I can show you, but I really need a bag or something to protect them. Do you have anything like that, or—can you tell me where I can buy one?” Aster introduces himself to Velia and continues looking for a plastic bag or something. Killix |
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Post by Draco on Jun 17, 2017 19:23:00 GMT -5
Edward Fox turned to look at Beatrice with a smile. "The park trees are plotting to take over the town and enslave the people." He says this in a odd happy tone, before turning his eyes back to watching the people walk around. "They're rooted at the moment, but I believe they are just biding their time. I like to put the scare into them, make sure they don't try anything." He taps his walking stick on the ground a few times to some unknown tune probably only known to Mr. Fox... "What brings you to this part of town? It's dangerous to walk alone around here." Actually, it was quite safe around here. "You should arm yourself in case of attack. Take this." He hands Beatrice a pen. Mr. Fox explains himself to Beatrice ( June Scarlet). Even arming her with a weapon... Maybe? |
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Post by Ginz ❤ on Jun 17, 2017 20:38:03 GMT -5
"Thank you Itzel," Sharron replied as Itzel retuned the book. "I hope you enjoyed it."
“I did, thanks! It was totally a lifesaver for my last essay!” * The girl she had asked to sit next to at the library nodded in reply. Itzel smiled, taking a seat. She opened her book and peroused the index to find the chapter that interested her most. It wasn’t the kind of book you had to read in order, afterall. A few moments later, the other girl stood up and waved to her as she left. Itzel responded in kind, suddenly noticing the girl’s eyes were different colors. It was a shame the library wasn’t the best place to strike a conversation. She might not be a tourist, but Itzel thought she looked interesting, if a bit too quiet. She turned her attention back to her book, until she heard brisk footsteps. She looked up from her book briefly. The girl from before was back. Itzel didn’t think much of it, maybe she had gone to ask Sharron for help finding a book. She tried resuming her reading once again, but she’d lost her place on the page. From the corner of her eye, she saw the girl writing something in her notebook and sliding it towards her. Curious, Itzel turned to look at it. “Hey, do you mind helping me out?”Itzel hessitated for a moment wondering if she should reply in writing too. The first rule of the library was to be quiet, and this girl seemed to take it very seriously. She hadn’t brought a pen, though. “Sure, what do you need help with?” she whispered back instead. “My name is Itzel, by the way. What’s yours?” Itzel agrees to help Ani and introduces herself. She doesn't know Ani doesn't talk, and thinks she just takes the library rules too seriously oops. ( Rabbit ♠)
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