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Post by Eri on Sept 6, 2012 22:59:33 GMT -5
Catina yelped, stumbling over a pile of books as she went sprawling across her shop floor. She lifted her hands, face-planting into the ground in and effort to keep the piece in her hands from breaking. "Ow..." She cursed, glaring at the pile of books before standing again. She put down the small statue, reaching down to pick up the books before putting them in their correct place. Well, as correct of a place as they would ever be.
The shop had opened just a few days ago, and the place looked in disarray. Yet, she had it all organized and knew where each piece was. At least, until someone picked it up and moved it. How hard was it to put things back in their place?
She tucked the hair back behind her ear, wondering why on earth she had bothered leaving it down while working. Still, her wild blond curls were often commented on, and it gave her a more professional look. It didn't help though that the customer that had left a few minutes ago had been asking her where her mother was...she'd been a little peeved, and had chewed him out while informing him she was, in fact, the store owner. Not a high schooler helping out her mom's shop.
She sighed, finishing putting the items he had been looking at back in their place before making her way back to her counter. She climbed up onto her chair, literally, kicking her feet as they dangled behind the register. She needed a shorter counter.
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Post by Azuki Navaaha on Sept 7, 2012 14:07:50 GMT -5
Hands in his pockets, walking down the street, Valentine listened to his music. Headphones blasting in his ears, he already knew where he was at nor where he was going. Stopping he looked around, his ocean blue eyes seeking a shop. That seems interesting. he thought. Slowly, he turned his direction and made his way over to the shop. He pushed the door and walked in, looking around, his headphones still in his ears. Just as he walked in the door, one of his very loud songs came up and he would be unable to hear.
Walking around, Valentine didn't completely notice the girl at the counter. He made his way to one of the shelves and picked out a book. Instantly, he flipped through it, seeing myths from the Native Americans and what they did and how they lived. Interesting! he thought, smiling to himself. |
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Post by Eri on Sept 7, 2012 14:32:50 GMT -5
Catina had her head on the counter, feeling tired after a night of metal work. She had been making a new trigger for a hand gun the night before, and had also gone on a run. It was slow that day, but then again antique stores didnt have business like other shops did.
Her head snapped up when the door chimed, and a dark looking boy walked into her shop. She called out a friendly greeting, but his darn headphones were blasting. She frowned. Rude.
Shrugging, she watched him carefully from her seat. He was in her native American books, and seemed to be pleased with the books there. She had a few artifacts too, but they were farther in the back of the shop where people couldn't accidently break them.
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Post by Azuki Navaaha on Sept 7, 2012 22:23:27 GMT -5
Putting the book down, Valentine turned towards to the back of store, making his way to the artifacts. He stopped and looked at each artifact closes, Valentine didn't want to touch the afraid that he might drop them and break the treasure. Raising his hand up to his ear and pulled out his left headphone and began to study the symbols and pictures. "Black Foot.." he whispered, trailing his finger against the pictures.
Then he felt something. He felt..watched. Turning around, he finally saw the store owner and allowed a smile to form on his lips before he made his way over to her. "Nice store you have. Interesting nooks and Artifacts." he said, stopping at the counter, that sly smile still on his lips. |
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Post by Eri on Sept 7, 2012 23:08:06 GMT -5
She didn't like that sly smile on his face. Most of the younger people that came into her shop were bored and looking to make trouble, and she wasn't in the mood to throw out people.
"Thanks, I see you like the Blackfoot tribe. Most of the people that come in aren't interested in American artifacts, but I get a few travelers that like to sell them to me. I can't help but buy them, since I've never been to the Americas." Her romanian accent was light, but she returned his sly smile with a grin. "I've never met a siksika before though in real person, but I think they'd be happy with the display."
Her nose picked up a familiar scent from this boy, and she realized he was werewolf like her. It caused her heart to skip a beat as her instincts kicked in. She had only been bitten a few years ago, but had managed to avoid other werewolves for the most part. In a new place, she wasn't sure what packs already existed and who was friendly and who liked to cause trouble. She still had problems controlling her new powers, and tried to keep to herself because of it.
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Post by Azuki Navaaha on Sept 8, 2012 9:43:49 GMT -5
When he did get to the counter, Valentine leaned against it propping his elbow up on it and his hand holding up his chin. He shrugged when she mentioned the Blackfoot tribe and their Artifacts. "Pure blood American right here Sweetheart." he said, smiling again. It's true. His parents were born in America but had moved to Romania before his Father had passed away. "I've learned a few things about the Tribe my family came from." he said. So not many people bought American Artifacts. What a shame.
He smelled something familiar about the girl. She was a werewolf. Now he couldn't tell if she was bitten or not. But he knew she was a werewolf.
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