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 Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 5:41 am
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2016 12:55 pm
  Where:: The streets
With:: No one
Feeling::Calm
Inventory:: Her purse, Some money and perfume.
THE STORY OF A BROKEN FLOWER KEEPER... XXX
Soft clicking and clacking could be heard from a distance on the hard cobblestone road, they were the footsteps of a certain flower shop keeper. A young woman with long black hair and ivory like white skin. She was on the way to her local flower shop, One that had opened fairly recently but was starting to pick up business. The young red eyed woman was glad her store was starting to become popular. People seemed to like and love her bouquets she worked hard on. She was glad she could help spread happiness though her passion. She just wished her musical career would pick up, but she was shy. Instruments were easy for her to play but when it came to singing the woman just got shy. Maybe it was people's judgmental looks that gave her as she started to play or even attempt to sing. A smile crept onto Scarlett's face as she carried her purse. She was in a mood to hum. She softly began to sing to herself as she walked towards her shop.
The air in London was crisp, and relaxing. For once it looked like it was not going to rain, but that could easily change as the day progressed. Scarlett held onto the folds of her dress as she looked around. Today seemed like it was going to be a rather boring day. Hopefully she would find a way to spend her time while she waited to sell her flowers. She was always reminding herself to go to the library and borrow a book so that she could fill her mind with sweet fantasies to distract her mind from the real world. Other then books her only other distraction aside from her garden was playing the piano or violin. Scareltt had no friends in this large city yet, but she did not mind it being that way. So far at least. She was still settling in. Plus her strange accent usually caught people off guard.
O.O.C::Donuts.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 12:36 am
løсατïøṉ: Streets
νι¢тιм: Miss Scarlett Knight
αττïτυḋε: Content
му тσуѕ: Yo-yo and a grocery bag with tea _____________________________________________________
ĎamianĤyenas
ŐŴŃĔŔ ŐŦ ŤĤĔ ĨŃŚĂŃĔ ĂŚŶĹÚМ
_____________________________________________________ I'm иㄩ₮ㄅ!
Baby, I'm ๓ค๔
ςЯ∆zⅰ∑ㄅ₮ friend that you've ever had
You think I'm ρṡÿсhø
You think I'm gσиє
Tell the ʇsıɹʇɐıɥɔʎsp something is ῳЯ◊иб
Over the вεṉḋ
Entirely ๒◊ик∑Яㄅ _____________________________________________________
Damian simply walked the streets headed back to his asylum carrying a bag of groceries that he had just bought some tea from the market. He was running quite low on his supplies, and just would not stand for such a crime. There was nothing quite like a calming cup of tea while listening to the screams of madness and agony that echoed throughout the asylum. A slight smirk spread across his face at the thought of his favorite past time, maybe he'd go and bother patent #070 last time he left them quivering. Ah yes, Damian truly enjoyed his work to the fullest.
The sound of heels catch his attention and he knew instantly what that could only pertain to. A girl. He frowns slightly at the thought and looked over at the girl, her ebony hair swayed to and fro as she walked, heels clicking on the cobblestone path, her poster that of being calm. He could hear a soft sound coming from her, she was humming. Damian, despite his dislike for girls, quite enjoyed hearing some of the softer sounds they make. Their screams could be nice as well, that is if they had a nice voice. This one did. "Good evening Madam. I could not help but notice, you have quite the lovely voice." He greeted her making his presents known to the girl, with his soft baritone voice that always seemed to bring a shiver to anyone unlucky enough to hear it.
_____________________________________________________ You like me best when I'm off my rσckєr
Tell you a ѕє¢яєт
I'm not αℓαямє∂
So what if I'm ςЯ∆zㄚ?
The вєst people are
All the best people are ςЯ∆zㄚ
All the вεṡτ people are (OOC: I'm normal, I swear.)
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 12:49 am
Where:: The Streets
With:: Damian
Feeling:: Calm
THE STORY OF A BROKEN FLOWER KEEPER...
XXX
Scarlett came to a stop when she heard a male voice speak out to her, causing her to blush out in embarrassment at the pure fact that he had overheard her singing. She had not noticed him on the streets... Where did he come from?" She asked herself in her mind as she eyed the man. "O-oh, I was not aware that anyone had been listening to me." She said looking at him with her blood red eyes. Something about the man was off, she could not entirely read the man's aura but something did seem ever so slightly off about him. "And how is you day?" She asked softly trying to make the awkwardness of the situation subside for the moment. Scarlett had never met the man before. That was to be expected however when you were somewhat new to the area, just starting to make a living.
"It's been cold out lately huh?" She asked looking up at the sky, smiling, She noticed the look of storm clouds in the sky. "Oh dear, looks like its going to rain." She stated mentally slapping herself for not bringing a umbrella with her. She knew it rained all the time in London. It should just be instinct to carry one with her at all times. You could almost smell the rain in the air, and shortly little droplets even began to hit the cobblestone. Darker clods were coming in from the north. Heavier rain. A look of concern grew on her face. Most rainy days people stayed inside. Hardly any business for the young shop owner.
O.O.C::Donuts.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 1:48 am
løсατïøṉ: Streets
νι¢тιм: Miss Scarlett Knight
αττïτυḋε: Curios
му тσуѕ: Yo-yo and a grocery bag with tea _____________________________________________________
ĎamianĤyenas
ŐŴŃĔŔ ŐŦ ŤĤĔ ĨŃŚĂŃĔ ĂŚŶĹÚМ
_____________________________________________________ I'm иㄩ₮ㄅ!
Baby, I'm ๓ค๔
ςЯ∆zⅰ∑ㄅ₮ friend that you've ever had
You think I'm ρṡÿсhø
You think I'm gσиє
Tell the ʇsıɹʇɐıɥɔʎsp something is ῳЯ◊иб
Over the вεṉḋ
Entirely ๒◊ик∑Яㄅ _____________________________________________________
Damian smiled softly at the girl, noticing her surprise by his sudden presents. He simply smiled sweetly at the girl, masking his distaste for the girl quite well. "Oh? I do apologies if I had startled you, it was not my intention." He took notice of her ruby red irises observing him, as if looking for something. How interesting. He simply continued to smile at her, keeping up his facade. "My day has fared rather well actually, I was just returning to my office after purchasing tea in the market. Perhaps you'd like to join me for a spot of tea?" However then a thought came to mind. "Pardon my rudeness, but I don't recall ever seeing you around town before. Are you by any chance new to town?" Damian had already figured the very thing out himself noticing how she had been looking around occasionally as she had walked.
He chuckled softly with another soft smile. "Quite observant I see, but yes it has been getting a bit nippy out. Though, I do suppose it is that time of season once again." He followed her gaze noticing the storm clouds. "Your quite right, so then. Would you like to join me for tea in my parlor? It'll be good to get out of the cold and rain." Damian never minded being caught out in the rain, it had always been quite the refreshing experience for him, but of course, there where other things on his mind at the moment. He simply continued to smile politely at the girl as rain began to fall around them, dampening the streets and cleansing the earth once again.
_____________________________________________________ You like me best when I'm off my rσckєr
Tell you a ѕє¢яєт
I'm not αℓαямє∂
So what if I'm ςЯ∆zㄚ?
The вєst people are
All the best people are ςЯ∆zㄚ
All the вεṡτ people are (OOC: I'm normal, I swear.)
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 12:13 am
Where:: The Streets
With:: Damian
Feeling:: Calm with a bit of worry.
THE STORY OF A BROKEN FLOWER KEEPER...
XXX
Scarlett looked at him with a soft expression. "Is it that easy to tell I am new around here?" She asked with a light chuckle. She did in fact have quite the odd accent, a mix of french and italian. She was right about the rain however, it took only a minute after her statement about it for it to start raining. She looked up at the clouds, closing her eyes to let the rain drops trickle down her pale face. She sighed happily, finding it quite relaxing. She felt so calm in that moment, was it not for a crack of lightning that split her out of her thoughts. She flinched at the loud thunder that followed. "I suppose the store can stay closed today." She stated before turning back to Damien who was offering her tea. She contemplated the idea.
"Well, I suppose, It is raining out, And I have no umbrella." Though something did seem off about the man, she just could not put her finger on it. "I can stay at your office until the storm has passed, but I really do have a lot of things that need attending to." She said pulling out her planner and taking a look at her activities for the day, such as a major delivery of red roses to the funeral parlor for a funeral tomorrow. It was important she had everything ready. It's not like you could find a random store carrying a ton of perfect red roses just anywhere. She did however know it would be stupid of her to stay out in the rain, She got sick a lot and getting a cold from something like this would put her out for a week.
O.O.C::Donuts.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2016 10:07 am
løсατïøṉ: Streets
νι¢тιм: Miss Scarlett Knight
αττïτυḋε: Devious
му тσуѕ: Yo-yo and a grocery bag with tea _____________________________________________________
ĎamianĤyenas
ŐŴŃĔŔ ŐŦ ŤĤĔ ĨŃŚĂŃĔ ĂŚŶĹÚМ
_____________________________________________________ I'm иㄩ₮ㄅ!
Baby, I'm ๓ค๔
ςЯ∆zⅰ∑ㄅ₮ friend that you've ever had
You think I'm ρṡÿсhø
You think I'm gσиє
Tell the ʇsıɹʇɐıɥɔʎsp something is ῳЯ◊иб
Over the вεṉḋ
Entirely ๒◊ик∑Яㄅ _____________________________________________________
How foolish Damian thought inwardly but smiled polity at the lovely girl standing before him. "Indeed. I know just about every face in town, or at least seen them. Yours, quite the lovely one I might add, I highly doubt I would be able to forget it." He had taken note of her interesting ascent, he himself had more of a German one mostly when angered however. Most of the time however, he had more of a British one to fit in better and not be so noticeable. He smirked slightly as Scarlett looked almost serine for a moment, and then she seemed startled by the thunder. How lovely, a few of his patents where terrified of thunder storms. The asylum would be very interesting when he got back. Speaking of which.
His smile seemed to grow ever so slightly. "So glad to hear you'll be joining me. Also, not quite use to the weather yet? As it is people here carry them around with them all the time. Whether we are in for some rain or not. You'll get use to it in due time. I myself prefer the rain, not common for me to get sick either so I don't tend to carry such an item." He spoke as he began to need the way to the insane asylum just a few blocks up the street on the outskirts of town.
{Exit to the Insane Asylum}
_____________________________________________________ You like me best when I'm off my rσckєr
Tell you a ѕє¢яєт
I'm not αℓαямє∂
So what if I'm ςЯ∆zㄚ?
The вєst people are
All the best people are ςЯ∆zㄚ
All the вεṡτ people are (OOC: I'm normal, I swear.)
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2016 4:33 pm
Where:: The Streets
With:: Damian
Feeling:: Calm with a bit of worry.
THE STORY OF A BROKEN FLOWER KEEPER...
XXX
Scarlett simply smiled at his words softly. "I only know a few faces as of now. But, I will remember yours." She said as she started to walk down the street with him. It was in that moment that a conversation between her and her mother came back to her. One that the young girl should have taken as a warning many years ago. You would think she would have learned her lesson.
Scarlett, how many times do I have to tell you to stop trusting strangers? The red eyed woman spoke with an almost irritated tone. "I am sorry mother." The little girl spoke looking up to her dear mother. Not everyone you run into will be trust worthy. Some people might want to hurt you, You can't keep looking for the good in everyone. One day someone will hurt you. The little girl frowned. "So not everyone is as sweet and caring as you are?" She asked which got a light chuckle out of the taller, dark haired woman. Sweetheart, I am far from being sweet and caring, only to you I am. I would not even trust myself. She spoke clearly. But don't forget my words. I won't always be around to save you when you need saving.
Scarlett smiled at the thought of her mother, though the man's voice brought her out of her thoughts. "I am not used to carrying one. Where I come from it only rained every so often, It is hard to adjust to living in another country." She said with a sweet and innocent tone. She was all smiled after thinking about her mother Linnia. She hoped her mother would come visit her soon. "So, Where exactly is your office?" She asked not minding the rain but knowing she would get sick if she stayed out in the rain too long. But, if the man did not answer she would find out soon enough.
[Exit~]
O.O.C::Donuts.
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