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Post by FAE SCHWARZ on May 21, 2011 20:33:24 GMT 1
how i wish you could see the potential [/font] the potential of you and me [/font]  it's like a book elegantly bound[/color][/font] but in a language that you can't read just yet[/font][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center] [/b][/SIZE] She murmured mostly to herself as she picked up the paper and a pen at her side, leaning forward on the desk as she began checking off what she'd needed to do before she opened. Thank God her apartment was just above the store, or she wouldn't be able to spend as much time in the shop as she'd liked. Now, back to the list. She glanced around at the hanging ceiling lights and the floor lamps, checking off lighting; the books were alphabetized and shelved, the phone and register were set up, as well as the computer so she could keep track of who rented as opposed to actually buying one of the books, who needed to be charged late fees and the like. As she went quietly through her checklist, she slowly became aware that she would probably be doing more work down here than she did on her actual apartment. It wasn't as though she needed too much to live...the apartment she'd rented overhead was a one bedroom, one bathroom, with a kitchenette and a living area; perfect for one person to reside in, given it wasn't like she'd be having guests anytime soon. She'd moved in a couple weeks ago, and only just the other day had all her books been transported from her last home through the mail; she was just glad that nothing had been damaged in the transport, but her growing collection was much too large to bring on her own person, and rather more expensive than having them brought over separately. Either way, she figured with how well the shop was brightening up, she'd probably be able to open up either tomorrow or, at most, the day after. She idly twirled a stray hair about a thin finger as her mind began to wander; this place...the new town that she was ready to call her home, there was something...something about this place that felt different. More than likely, it was just because it was a new country. Yeah, that was it. She needed to concentrate; she shook her head and looked back down at the checklist to keep going down it. The silence surrounded her as she unconsciously pulled on the long, brown sleeve of her blouse, ankles crossed under her black, billowy skirt as she began to hum softly again to herself; her eyes fell halflidded as all of her attention fell on that checklist. - - - - - - - - - - - [/color] images by GRAPHIC MAKER USERNAME of caution | template by LOOK! it's chels ?! of caution[/center] [/ul][/color][/font] |
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Post by CETO EURYALE on May 21, 2011 20:39:00 GMT 1
Living in the city of New Jersey had its ups and downs. Ups: Living a few floors in the air... Hey, no one said 'ups' couldn't be literal. Downs: Always having to greet new neighbors. Making her way across the busy streets, Ceto paid no mind to the busy taxi drivers, pedestrians, bikers, nor anything else that crossed the street. Stopping at a flower vendor on the curb of the street, Ceto flipped a few quarters in the direction as the sales woman caught them instinctively. “Yellow.” She stated pointing at a strange looking flower. The woman handed it to her and bowed a thanks, as Ceto made her way to the new bookstore.
The service bell on the base floor echoed through the establishment, hopefully alerting her new neighbor to her presence. “Hello?” She called in. It was New York, strange visitors at all hours was to be expected from her neighbors. Unsure of if there was anyone present, Ceto decided to browse the books while she waited. Reaching into a shelf she pulled out a book, and smirked. 'The Tales of Bethmora'. “My my... The prince would have a heart attack and die if he knew...” Sadism overcoming her, the gorgon took the book to the counter, snickering a bit at her sarcasm. She would just leave this in his old room for him to stumble across, should the item be for sale.
Amused by the selection of the books based upon Grimm, or folklore, Ceto wondered if the humans would ever discover the dark secret that sometimes myths and legends were quite real. “Lucy, I'm home!!!” She cat called, playfully. One must have a sense of humor to survive the dull life of the city. Well, dull for someone who has seen too much in many years of living. “C'mon now you're going to miss the housewarming party!” She chuckled.
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Post by SNOW MOLDOVAN on May 21, 2011 20:39:45 GMT 1
He rushed across the busy street."Give it a rest, will ya?" Snow called quietly to the bellowing woman as he entered the store to browse a few books. He thought himself to be separated from his guide in a big city, though the loud voice alerted him to the truth. All he had done was taken the alcoholic poison from her hands and attempt to give her a kiss. Of course this blew up in his face, and took a completely different direction. The direction was a new book store, to get out of the publicity of the streets, to take cover from Hetio's potential to embarrass him, and make him regret his actions. Hoping to come across some form of street map, so he could find his way back to the troll market should they be separated, Snow hesitantly began to browse the shelves.
This was his first time shopping in the human world, though he had seen Hetio do it earlier, and had fortunately tucked away a few dollars that he had earned busking. The violin apparently had its worth among the humans. Which surprised Snow, but in a good way. The music of everyday life wasn't enough to keep the spirits up among regular citizens, so he aimed to please the ears of others with music that he had arranged himself.
"Lucy, I'm home!"
Rolling his eyes Snow noticed the book in the womans hand, it had the royal seal stamped on the cover. "Excuse me..." He stated dryly. "Bethmora? How.. Er.... Where did you get that?" He attempted, though a blind mythical being to know of his true nature. Taking a few short strides his eyes caught hold of a sheet music magazine. Lifting it from the shelf he leafed through the pages as he stood behind this .. woman... Was her hair moving?
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Post by FAE SCHWARZ on May 21, 2011 20:44:20 GMT 1
"Hello? Lucy, I'm home! C'mon now you're going to miss the housewarming party!"
"Give it a rest, will ya?"
Though the voices weren't what alerted her to the presence of others in her shop, not at first anyway. She'd felt the first one entering before the bell jingled; she felt...friendly enough, at the very least not hostile, despite the sadistic nature lacing her emotions. The other one, a male apparently, he felt rather exasperated, confused and tired perhaps. This was only what she felt from a distance, anyway. She supposed they weren't feeling too much at the moment to come off too strongly anyway. She sighed softly and closed the log she'd been checking through, standing up and straightening her clothes out to come off at least halfway presentable at this time of night.
How could she have forgotten to lock the front door of all things?
Absentminded...that's what got you chased out last time, She chuckled dryly to herself; it had been so long. Maybe it was just her mind's way of telling her that she actually had wanted to get caught. It would have been a change of pace, at the very least. No time for thoughts like that at the moment though.
Fae poked silently around the corner, watching the two with intent eyes as they perused her wares and - that book? She glanced from the Tales of Bethamoora that lay idly on the front counter, back to the woman and the male... her eyes trained a bit longer on the male, as he flipped through his magazine, specifically on his ears. Silently, she reached up and touched her own, wondering if maybe...just maybe...and the woman...could they be...not all that human themselves?
Finally, she made her presence known, clearing her throat, approaching them with a soft smile and a calm, kindly disposition, somewhat like an elderly woman.
"Ah, yes? Can I help you?" She asked as she came over toward the counter, moving past the two of them and looking to them, eyes wide and still intent on the two of them; sharp and...maybe even a little wary.
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Post by CETO EURYALE on May 21, 2011 20:47:01 GMT 1
”Give it a rest, will ya?”
Amused, Ceto turned to see the exasperated youth scurry through the front door, curiously peeking outside to see what had him in this condition. Her eyes, obstructed by shades, could not collect a clear view of the streets, so was left to guess. The man looked as though he was searching for something in particular. Hopping up on the counter, she sat on the ledge and watched the half elf browse titles. What was a half elf doing so far from home? Oh the princey wincey would not be pleased. Smirking devilishly, she pushed the book slightly to the side so she could comfortably cross her legs.
”Excuse me... Bethmora? How.. Er.... Where did you get that?"
Elbow on her right leg, face resting in her hand she shrugged in response. “Here, where else?” She taunted with a chershire grin. “I got one for you, fairy boy. Does you know who, know you're you know where?” She asked moving her left index finger in continuous circles until she reached the word where, as the motion changed to a downward point. “I'd hate to see... collateral damage on your part... You really are careless. This will be fun!” She said with a sarcastic grin.
Their short conversation was interrupted by the clearing of a throat coming from behind. Turning her back on the boy, to now face the woman, a large grin parted her lips. “Ah there you are.” She said, tossing the golden flower over her shoulder in the clerks direction. “Welcome to the neighborhood!” She introduced pleasantly. “I'm the sculptor from across the street, Ceto Euryale. If anything... And I do mean anything... Comes here and tries to start crap with you...” A very dangerous smile filled her face. “Let me know and I'll take care of them.”
Snapping her fingers and pointing at the girl in her form of a wink, she hopped off the counter. By taking 'care' of anything, it simply meant adding it to her collection. “So... What brings you to this side of the forest?” She asked noting the girl was also pointy eared. “And does you know who know you are also you know where?” Half elves, oh this could be fun! Two of them... Intriguing.
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Post by SNOW MOLDOVAN on May 21, 2011 20:48:22 GMT 1
Rolling his eyes, he wondered if Hetio/Eleen would be joining them inside, or if beneath this strange building he had found a temporary refuge from her wavering patience. He was a tourist in the city, in fact it was his first time out of the Troll Market. The gorgon appeared human to Snow, but he could sense there was something different about her.
He knew she wasn't what she appeared. Especially when she asked about you-know-who. He sighed. “Of course.... not...” He answered, worried that she would rat him out to this infamous prince of theirs. “We've gone thousands of years without him in the picture, why should we have to change our entire lifestyle to suit him now?”
”You really are careless. This will be fun!”
Great. Just what Snow needed on his agenda. A temperamental 'bad-ass' and a chershire-type personality. He supposed this is how the city welcomed newcomers that grew the spine to poke their head out of the peep hole. Ceto Euryale. His eyebrow rose. A gorgon. Wonderful. His paths had now forked with the company of Miss Jekyll and Hyde, a gorgon, and a questionable second half elf. He snorted when the gorgon stated she'd take care of them. “More likely, she'll add them to her garden of stone.” He muttered mostly to himself.
“Ceto.” He intervened. “She might not even know what she is, you can't just barge into peoples life and hold him over their heads.” He stated having just met the gorgon himself. “I'm Snow. And I'm sorry for... her ... weirdness.” He finished exhausted.
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Post by roseneghana on May 21, 2011 20:49:28 GMT 1
Even though the library in HQ had pleanty of materials available for her to browse and read, there was always that eclectic tome that couldn't be found. After asking around with some of her contacts, she heard of a shop, only fairly recently opened. Thus, she was making her way through the various crowds to the shop's door, slipping a smart phone away into a pocket of her cargo pants.
Upon opening the door, she spied a few others talking amongst themselves, and with a nod in their general dirrection, the red headed young woman made her way around the shop. As she did so, she gingerly touched some of the spines as she examined them, admiring how thoughtfully they had been kept. She found a few rare books there, and as lothe as she were to even open them, she did so to read the first page.
Various books on lore, legends and more than a few on magic as a subject of study were to be found in this store, and she cataloged it away as an excelent place to find good books. As she made her specific rounds, browsing and searching for the subject matter she was looking for, she noticed that alot of these books were on subjects outside of the normal human realm of study.
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Post by THE STAFF on Jul 15, 2011 9:15:14 GMT 1
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