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[20 Jan 2004|01:17pm]

frickinfive
Leaning against the wall and enjoying his smoke. Corrin failed to notice the loud idignant noises coming from up the street. As the noises get louder and closer he turned to see what the commotion was about. He noticed one man moving roughly through the crowd, *so thats whats up,*he thought *someone is moving faster than the rest and shoving people out of the way, crude but effective nonetheless.* Content that he was out of the way Corrin went back to smoking and humming to himself.
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[14 Jan 2004|10:59pm]
spikebebop
Smoke danced around the room, filling the small room with a darkened haze. Jarrick mumbled in a strange tongue as the spirit of his father appeared seated across the table from him.
"I know why you called me here son."
"Then tell me why it happened."
"The strange man and the female shopowner....they are important to the survival of the world. Get your gear and find them. You need their help. GO NOW!."
Jarrick snapped out of the trance as the smoke cleared from the room. He rose, grabbed his gear from behind the wall, stuffed it into a bag, then ran for the shop, hoping to find them both.
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[14 Jan 2004|05:37pm]

littlesixties85
Alena walked around the counter and looked out the window at the man. She saw him pull out a pipe and start smoking. "Kinda figured that," she thought smirking to herself. She felt a little wave of disgust run over her as she walked away from the window. But who was she to judge? That was his own decision and her opinion wouldn't matter to him. She stood in front of the bookshelf and stood there dumbfounded. Why was she feeling that way? She shook off the feeling and pulled down a book that she was reading. She went back around the counter and placed the book on the table. She pulled the stool from the back room and got ready for this day that was once eventful become commonplace again.
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[14 Jan 2004|04:09pm]

frickinfive
Standing on the street of the shop, Corrin moves out of the way of the door and leans against the wall. Pulling out a pipe from his cloak and a bag he stuffs the pipe and looks around. Contemplating the daily life of all these passers by, he ignites a small flame from nowhere and manipulates the fire towards the pipe. The smoke rises from the leaves and he takes in a deep breath. Closing his fist on the flame it goes out with out a sound. He sat and watched as the smoke filled his lungs. With a sigh of pleasure he closed his eyes and ignored the world.
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[13 Jan 2004|01:01pm]

frickinfive
Corrin took the chocolate and placed a few coins on the counter and placed the food in his bag on his shoulder. He wondered if he should start up a conversation or just leave. He thought about it than turned to leave. "Have a nice day."
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[12 Jan 2004|09:25pm]
spikebebop
Jarrick hit the street, smiling at his newly bought goods, but frustrated by the fact that his body had done that.
"What the hell was that all about?" he thought angrily to himself. He had no idea, but he knew one person that would. Gripping the bag harder, Jarrick broke into a full out run. He ran though the streets, past all the common folk, up the stairs in his building, and burst into his room. He threw the bag on the bed. Food could wait. He removed the picture of his father from the wall and reached into a hole that the picture covered. Removing a small orange candle and placing it on the table, he sat down and began to chant as the candle flared to life.
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[12 Jan 2004|09:38am]

littlesixties85
She pulled down the jar once again and weighed out a pound and wrapped it up. She looked at the young man again. There was still something about him that captivated her attention. It was probably the eyes. They stood out from the crowd.
She smiled geniunely at the man. "Here you go," she said handing him the package.
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[10 Jan 2004|12:51am]

frickinfive
Corrin noticed the clerk look over his shoulder and rolled his eyes. *Fine* he thought, *just another "too busy to care" townie* "Gimme some of what he had" pointing to the man that had just bought the chocolate.
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[10 Jan 2004|12:38am]

littlesixties85
Alena's hopes perked as her annoyance grew. She knew she was happy that someone finally wanted something different but she also wanted that person to know what he or she wanted.
"Just look around and tell me what you want when you want it," she said politely. She looked once more towards the window wondering if Caelia made it home all right. She was becoming impatient with the thought that her phoenix may not be home yet.
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[10 Jan 2004|12:34am]

frickinfive
He smiled inwardly as he noticed her break the gaze. He let his eyes wander the shelves for something to jump out at him...nothing did. "Ummm, i don't know, im in the market for something different, this bread and ale things getting old."
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[10 Jan 2004|12:17am]

littlesixties85
Alena looked at the man that had approached her. Her eyes gazed up and down his body, sizing him up. He seemed like a troublemaker, but Alena couldn't judge. She made some wrong judgments before that had cost her a lot of pain and grief.
She looked at him again. She couldn't help but notice his eyes. They seemed to go right through to her very soul and know everything there was to know about her. She didn't like that at all and quickly broke the gaze that was forming. She didn't want that feeling that someone knew her again.
She cleared her throat. "What would you like sir?" she asked in a courteous manner.
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[10 Jan 2004|12:12am]

frickinfive
His long black ponytail flows behind him as he turns to look at the shop. His ice blue eyes offset the dark hair and seem to pierce to your very inner being. "Hi," he offers up to the clerk. "Nice little place youve got here."
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[08 Jan 2004|10:56pm]

frickinfive
Corrin marvels at the shop and its rare goods and almost collides with the man walking out. "Excuse me, sir. I was distracted please forgive my ineptitude." Not noticing much more he approaches the counter and woman behind it.
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[08 Jan 2004|11:39am]
spikebebop
Jarrick pushed the small stack of coins back to the woman. He had no need of any sort of money. His previous life had made sure of that. As the man's voice drifted to his ears, his muscles remembered the years of training that they had endured and constricted and flexed to position himself for a fight.
"Gods above," Jarrick whispered to himself. "He's not hostle, so why am I tensing up like this?" He turned around to face the strange man. His grey eyes looked up and down the stranger's form, and after sensing no threat from him, he turned back around to the counter to gather his newly bought item, nodded at the woman in a form of thanks, and decided that he should just probably head home. Jarrick needed to figure out why in the hell his body had responded like that after three years of being out of practice.
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[08 Jan 2004|12:11am]

littlesixties85
Alena looked at the young man. His childlike innocence when he asked for some of the chocolate in the jar prompted a small smile to play on her lips. As she reached for the jar, she sensed that he was watching her. As she turned to face him, all she could see was the top of his hood. She noticed that he had moved quite silently as he walked into the store. No one in this town ever moved silently. She noticed also that the man didn't tell Alena to hurry nor annoy her with obstinant questioning. This was a rare treat not to have someone being loud and obnoxious and so wrapped up in themselves and their own agendas.
Alena carefully weighed a pound of the dark, bitter chocolate and wrapped it up. She sensed something seemed different about him. The manner in which he carried himself had always caught her eye and now that he was in her store, she could not take her eyes off of him. She felt as if he was hiding something too. A sad look came into her eyes as she thought of her own hiding. It was not the best for her and she wondered even more about this man standing in front of her.
She placed the package in front of the man who reached into his pocket and pulled out various coins. He dropped them on the counter. Alena took only a few of the coins that were dropped and pushed the rest back towards the man. He looked at her as the door bell rang again, followed by a man's voice.
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[07 Jan 2004|12:20pm]

frickinfive
Corrin entered Garren's Helm and stood by watching the daily hum drum of town life. People in this place never seemed more interested in anything more than their own lives. He wandered the streets looking but not really noticing the shops and people. He turned a corner and happened to look into one of the shops. Unlike some of the other stores in town this one didn't seem to be as busy with just one man at the counter. "Interesting" he mumbled to himself and before he knew it he too was entering the shop to look around. The door closed behind him and now that he was in he couldn't help but admire the rare and exotic items lining the shelf. "Now heres something you don't see everyday." hes says to no one in particular.
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[06 Jan 2004|10:59pm]
spikebebop
Jarrick stood in utter shock as he looked around this obviously overlooked shop. Since there was no sign above the door, he had no idea what he was in for when he opened the door. Now, looking around this shop, he was glad he had. Jarrick ran his hands through his blue hair, amazed at this place. The exotic foods lining glassed cases and books lining the walls all around him.
"Fate," he muttered quietly. He was so entranced by this place that he hadn't even noticed the woman behind the counter. His 6'4" frame moved quietly towards her. He had no idea what to say. Women had not been in his previous life, which had left him alone and unable to even speak to this woman in her place of business. Fortunately, his stomach did the talking for him.
"Can I have a pound of that?" he asked as he pointed at a jar on one of the shelves, like a young child asking his parents for a new toy or whatnot.
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[06 Jan 2004|10:36pm]

littlesixties85
Alena moved around her store, fixing the items on the shelves. She had the usual things that the other markets had, but she wanted more in her store. She hoped that the books she had come in every month would catch someone's eye. She hoped that people would notice the different foods that she believed no one could live without -- rich, exotic foods from all corners of the world. But they all went unnoticed. The books collected dust from sitting on the creaky wooden shelves and her "new" foods would be eaten only by her. She went to the full length mirror and looked at herself. Age still seemed to evade her looks. She felt that her emerald eyes still carried that same sparkle that was there so many years ago. Her fair skin didn't carry one wrinkle or crag. She sighed as she pulled her long raven hair back away from her face and smoothed out her wrinkled and faded purple dress. It was quite different from what she was used to wearing. She looked out the window, scanning the sky for a sign that her phoenix was safely on his way and not attracting the unwanted attention of the townspeople. Caelia was her only way of securely getting the wizarding supplies that she needed. Caelia was her only friend and companion and the only one she trusted.
Alena's ears and eyes perked up at the sound of the bell indicating someone had come into the store. Her head turned towards the door to the young man who had stepped curiously through the barrier. Alena had always seen him wandering outside, seemingly lost in thought. This man was the only one to capture Alena's attention because she could have sworn that she knew him. His features were so familiar to her. Looking out the window once more to see if she could see Caelia, she went to the counter to sell the same old meat, fish and wheat.
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[06 Jan 2004|10:26pm]
spikebebop
Jarrick sighed as he looked around the market.
"Wonderful," he thought. "Another day with these damn peasants."
He laughed to himself as he looked down at his own clothes; a dirty brown tunic and leggings with broken-down brown boots. Irony, it seems, has decided to play with him. His mind wandered back to his previous life. Back then, he had had everything he wanted. Even the stars were handed to him.
He looked around for something to eat. The markets held the same thing every day; fish from the ocean near the city, bread from the wheat fields, deer meat from the outlying forest. He longed for something different....something exotic. He wandered where his feet took him, from shop to shop, all selling the exact same things. He stopped in the middle of the market and looked around, hoping, unrealistically, for something, anything new. Then, as fate would have it, a store that he never had seen before caught his eye. He raised an inquisitive eyebrow and entered, hoping that fate would change his luck.
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[06 Jan 2004|12:29am]

littlesixties85
Alena walked into her shop once again. She sighed as she looked at the same old surroundings she had seen since coming to Garren's Helm. She wanted to disappear, to get away from her past, but now she couldn't wait to get out. She was tired of hiding. So what if her past found her? It had been many long years -- if they hadn't found her by now, they would never find her. She shook her head fiercely at the thought of leaving. If her past did catch up with her, she would have to live the destiny she couldn't face. Coming to Garren's Helm, she wanted to hide the fact she was a White Wizard. She believed she had done so as well. No one seemed to say anything about it. At least, not yet. Maybe they were too afraid. But all Alena wanted was anonymity. She had it at Garren's Helm.

She sighed as she unlocked the door to the store, ready to face another day in hiding.
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