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Post by EMMALYNN NUGGET on May 16, 2011 22:41:43 GMT -5
It was a chilly autumn day, the wind blew occasionally though gently stirring the dieing leaves from the already partially bare trees. She really enjoyed the autumn weather if simply because she enjoyed watching the changing of the leaves on the trees. It was exceptionally pretty when you were traveling through a wooded area and could see the glorious shades of reds, oranges, yellows, and golds. It was like passing through a fairy tale. Not that Emmalynn really believed in fairy tales, or at least real ones. But she liked to imagine such things could exist even on the rare chance. Even so, today she had chosen to walk into town and really catch a glimpse of New York's autumn weather. She suspected it was far chillier than South Carolina's autumn weather and perhaps about the same as Chicago's. But seeing as it was slightly more north than Illinois it was possible that the autumns here could be colder and therefore shorter. She hoped not, because she much enjoyed the autumn weather.
But even if autumn was short here, she couldn't wait to experience her first real winter in a long time. She remembered experiencing the whole winter season when she was six but after her parents divorced she moved to South Carolina and only saw her father on every other holiday. But seeing as this was her first year at Lux Lucis, she would get to see a whole season of winter. That might not excite a lot of people, but Emmalynn got excited easily when it came to nature and seasons and well.. life in general. Like she was super excited and happy that she know didn't have to worry about her mother and that tramp of a woman she was with - Jean. God, the idea alone just gave her the shivers and her mom and Jean had been together since she was ten.. That meant she'd been dealing with them for five years now. Gross. Just totally gross. Em shivered again at the thought and attempted to push them from her mind.
She turned her walk into a skip as she went down the road happily humming to herself as she soon arrived at her destination, the sweet shop. She would certainly be one of those kids that spends most of their money at the sweet shop. It was like a modern, non-magical version of Honeydukes. Or it would be so cool if someone actually did make a modern day Honeydukes. Or like shops that were from the Harry Potter books. That would be so awesome. And there could be a little town like Hogsmeade and yeah.. to her it just sounded awesome. But then again, she was a huge fan of Harry Potter. Maybe it wouldn't sound so appetizing to non Potter fans. Or maybe it wouldn't sound appetizing to non-hungry people because right now she was pretty hungry. And look, instead of eating something healthy she was getting something at the delicious smelling sweet shop. Except.. she would have to wait in line because it was pretty busy. Darn.
In any case the five foot three female waited in line patiently occasionally gently humming tunes to herself like Message in a Bottle by The Police, one of her dad's favorite songs. She remembered him often playing them when she was little. It was a wonder she remembered the song now or what exactly had triggered the memory of this song. Despite the weather Emma had decided to wear a very colorful striped dress that reminded her of the candyland game. She supposed it suited the occasion, since she had worn her candyland dress to the sweet shop. Overtop the candyland striped dress she had on a white jacket and she had a pair of white dress shoes on. Her brown hair was down reaching about mid-shoulder blade length.
The chilly autumn air had numbed her skin and it was quite refreshing to feel the warmth the store had to offer. She glanced ahead of her counting the heads till it was her turn to get something delicious to snack on. But since she was in line and she still had a good few of the selection of foods she focused her attention on them. Her mouth already watering up with desire. Everything looked so good how would she be able to decide on just one.
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Post by AESON CADUS DURANT on May 18, 2011 20:24:55 GMT -5
The bite in the air didn't phase Aeson, due to his careful choice in wardrobe. Beneath his coat and scarf that adorned his neck, he was in a suit and suits always consisted of luxurious layers. And it wasn't like he had bought a cheap fabric to put on his body and label it a 'coat' to only freeze to death. No, he had the top of the line but he made sure to pick a style that had no labels – again, he was the type of person to want to blend in and remain as mundane as possible. Lately he got into the habit of wandering the downtown area, interested in spending pockets full of money. He wasn't a greedy person but he was equivalent to an obese person constantly eating because they felt bad about themselves. Most of his items would end up in charity weeks later, sometimes even days.
Speaking of food, his eyes fell upon a sweets shop. Aeson was more of the organic person, aware of how bad he felt whenever he digested fatty, greasy or sweetened foods. He wasn't raised on low quality products, everything was hand-made, picked from the freshest ingredients. In his right hand he had a bag of random stuff, unaware of the items he had purchased. Maybe it was a card, or something as stupid as a magnet – Aeson found it hilarious to send his mom the cheapest things he could find, reminding her how much he hated it here. Regardless, as long as his sister hovered around at home – it was better to stay far away. Right in front of him was a girl, a short one. His eyes went down to glance at her head.
She looked like a child, dazed at the expanding rows of sweets – Aeson wouldn't have doubted it if she would start drooling. In a second, the girl went in line, glancing every way. Was she a middle-schooler? Where had her parents gone? But for such a young physique, he had to admit she still had a pretty attractive face. Giving no real signs, Aeson moved purposely so that he could budge in front of Emma. Would she speak up? To make matters worse, Aeson reached into his pocket and pulled open his cell phone and dialed his voice mail. He was acting like he was preoccupied but in a way so that his torso was half facing her, pretending his eyes were upon the menu. No one in the store noticed Aeson did this, for everyone was facing the other direction and those that were within the booths were distracted with eating and talking.
Now his dark eyes descended upon Emma's face, and he gave her an almost evil smile.
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Post by EMMALYNN NUGGET on May 18, 2011 22:21:19 GMT -5
Emma probably did seem like a little kid, one by just her sheer height and secondly because of her humming and thirdly because she couldn't seem to stop moving. She gently hopped in place or reached up on her tippy-toes to try to look over the person ahead of her to see what the rest of the selection was. It seemed like the line wasn't going anywhere and she was starting to become impatient, if only because she was so hungry. And her mouth was watering so badly. It was just unfair.
What was even more unfair was the fact of what the person behind her happened to be doing. She didn't notice immediately what the other student was doing but then she caught him out of the corner of her eye. "Hey!" she said rather loudly in dismay as the tall creepy guy moved in front of her. A mixture of emotions fluttered through her at the criminal's actions before her. Fear. Criminals scared her, as did tall people, and overly tattooed or pierced persons and overly obese people and super skinny people. Well, the list went on, but this guy that just stole her spot was really creepy especially when he gave her that evil smile. Anger. Because he was being a child by taking her spot. Why couldn't he wait behind her? Sadness. Because he was taking her spot and making her wait longer.
But she really didn't want to wait longer. So, after staring up at the guy for a long moment she slipped ahead of him. She was small enough that she could fit herself smugly between the guy that had been originally ahead of her and the cutter. "Excuse me, you stole my spot," she said even though her voice sounded much smaller than she had intended it too. If he tried to steal her spot again she didn't know do. [/center][/blockquote] |
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