| 1-900-Poof-A-Demon |
[22 May 2009|11:21am] |
It wasn’t late yet; the sun was already sinking, the earth making its usual rounds and darkening the planet a bit earlier than it seemed necessary. Spring was in the air, and in Erica’s step as she not so much walked but rather sauntered her way down the block towards her store. The air reeked of the new warmth: grass, trees, chlorine drifting from new pools being cleaned and opened, charcoal and lighter fluid from barbecue grills set out in backyards and squeezed onto tiny terraces. Even the florist's shop on the corner was enjoying the weather, setting buckets of fresh daisies and roses outside the open door to lure customers inside.
She'd closed the store early, after a small ritual she had tried to perform had turned out to be a dud. Erica needed help; Cathy just sat around like a lump and stole clothes and knickknacks she liked. The store seemed to actually be turning something of a profit, and Erica wanted to keep it that way -- she just didn't want to be the one behind the counter seven days a week.
After all, she did have a life.
( Oops )
( Gollum's Twin )
( Wherein Socks are Rocked )
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| Stand Off (Part One) |
[22 May 2009|02:26pm] |
It was nine o'clock at night, and Denise and Cory Starnes were alone in the house in Park Ridge.
The older sibling had picked up her brother from Little League and brought him home so he could eat and get his bath before their mother walked through the door. One of her responsibilities was looking after the 'little guy' while her mom worked, and it was something she'd actually kind of miss once she left for school. She was looking forward to college, and to California, but even though her teenaged attitude didn't permit her to say it often, she'd miss having her brother to take care of.
Denise was currently putting the dishes away, taking them out of the dishwasher while they were still warm to tuck them out of sight into the cupboards before picking up the silverware basket. The clock said it was ten after, which meant Mom would be home soon. She'd mentioned something before she left that morning about a new friend of hers possibly dropping by, which had the girl intrigued since it was a man. She knew her mother had been very gun shy about new involvements, despite the well-intentioned efforts of her book club friends to set her up on dates, so she wanted to get a look at this Lucas person. If her mother had met someone that made her smile, then great. She just wanted to make sure the guy was above-board.
( Not a Friend )
[NPC Diego written by Jessica]
[NPC Denise written by Stargazer]
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| Dinner For Two |
[22 May 2009|06:56pm] |
Volare wasn't the most exclusive restaurant Oliver had ever been to, but he'd wanted Hannah to be comfortable in her surroundings. He knew he didn't have to impress her anyway, at least not as much as he would have with someone else. One thing about the blonde, she wasn't a money-grubber.
The spellcaster had brought another small bouquet of flowers, the daisies bright and cheerful against the dark fabric of his jacket, and he brushed hair out of his face as he loitered on the sidewalk in front of the establishment. Difficult not to be apprehensive, if only because this was all so new for him. Hannah still represented a bright spot for him, and now that she was alive again, well...where there was life, there was hope, right? Oliver picked an invisible piece of lint off of his suit coat, made himself not look at his watch. Battled back the apprehension.
'Every single gal needs a little, black dress.'
One afternoon on her couch, while staring at daytime television, Hannah heard that line from a deodorant commercial. She sat upright, small pillow clutched to her lap, startled to realize that she didn't own such a dress and never had. The closest Hannah had owned was a navy blue and white suit she wore to her grandmother's funeral as a teenager. She looked like a lady sailor.
( Spaghettios? )
( Awwk...ward )
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