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| Wolfos' Aises; Local Jewelry and Gizmo Shop | |
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| Aisling | Apr 1 2008, 07:50 PM Post #1 |
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Four people stood in the middle of a deserted street, staring at their new home and workplace. Two were young girls about the age of ten and the other two were young adults. The two girls looked like twins down to their dresses- the only difference between them is the color of ribbon tangled in their ponytails: Yellow and Green. One adult held a parasol over the other's head, he wore a tuxedo which was fitted perfectly and professionally down to the pockets. The last person wore a white cloak which hid every part of their body from head to two. It seemed as though this person was afraid of the bright, shining sun. The cloaked figure clapped their white-gloved hands as a female's voice started commanding, "No, no! Sibel, lower your side a bit! No, Indira, raise yours back up, I'm talking to Sibel!" Two ladders leaned against the building's front on either side of clean, glass door. Two more girls that looked exactly like the two in the street with the ribbons colored white and purple were on each ladder, trying to set a banner above the door. The banner read, "GRAND OPENING! Welcome to Wolfos' Aises" "Perfect!" the woman boomed as she clapped her gloved hands hard enough so that the muted sounds could be heard by the two children. "Indira!" the purple ribboned girl snaps her head to the woman, giving her full attention with a comforting smile. The cloaked woman continued, "Tack your end to the wall now. And Sibel," The white ribboned girl also snapped her head to give the woman her full attention, but with a completely calm and blank face, though her eyes hungering for command. "Tack yours now, as well," the woman continues as Indira finishes her side. Moments later, both of the girls climbed down their ladders and joined the rest of the group. Everyone suddenly started clapping except the man, who held the parasol over the woman's head. "This is better than the last building, Ais," the young man said, looking over the building with a huge, broad smile slapped across his face. The young woman stopped clapping, letting the children continue clapping (often caught in their own little worlds), and turned to the young man. "Got anything better to say, Tipper? Other than your normal 'New Shop' line, I mean," she says with an annoyed yet playful tone. The young man laughed and shook his head. She turns back to the shop and shrugs, "No matter, really. Just wanted to know if anything new crept into that dusty, web-filled space you called a mind once in a while, y'know?" "Hey, Ais! C'mon! That's just plain mean!" he whined, "And don't call me Tipper! It's Alex when I'm not in your uniform... If that's what you call that dreadful thing..." he added scornfully. Ais was just about to slap the side of his head with the back of her hand when all eight of the party was suddenly startled by a blaring horn from a car. Aisling, Tipper, Indira, Sibel, and the green ribboned girl all leap for the sidewalk in front of the new shop. The car swerves around the yellow ribboned girl, who was just staring in awe at the on coming speeding car screaming at her. As the car gets back onto the right side of the road and speed off, Tipper marches to the street, picks up the yellow ribboned girl indignantly and carries her to the sidewalk, fuming on to himself, "The nerve! Speeding in an area like this?! We have children here, for the Gods' Sake! And he just speeds off after nearly hitting a young child?! I aughta call the police or something!" The woman looks up at the bright sun, staring blankly. She's sitting on her knees, her hood had been thrown off of her head when she dived for the sidewalk. her vision starts to blur and she mumbles, "Not good..." weakly. This catches everyone's attention, and they stare at her, dumbfounded. Ais gasps quickly, then starts coughing furiously, holding her hands to her neck as the universal sign of choking. Tipper looks around, panicking as the children start to whimper and cry. He dives for the parasol, though torn slightly from its hit with the concrete, and holds it over Ais's head with his left hand as he pulls the hood back over her head with the right. Afterward, he starts patting her back lightly, "C'mon, Ais! Cough it up!" Ais leans over enough that her forehead is touching the sidewalk and makes a sound that's a cough mixed with puking. She then sits up, looking up at Tipper who is towering over her with a worried look on her face. She's much more paler than normal, though she's paler than an average human. Tipper grabs her under her left armpit and helps her up, "By Gods, Aisling! You getting sick on our first business day! What will the customers think?!" he playfully complains as he helps her limp into the store. The yellow ribboned, green ribboned, and Sibel all follow Tipper and the weakened Ais inside as Indira pulls out a handkerchief and scoops up the gooey blob of metal ooze that dropped out of Ais' mouth from her coughing fit. Indira wraps the mess up in the handkerchief and takes it inside to be disposed of properly without anyone wondering where such a mess came from. Moments later, Tipper walks down the stairs to the main room of the building, looks over every shelf and detail before settling behind the counter. He pulls out a book titled, "Catching a Woman's Eye When You're Dressed Like a Woman" and starts reading. He then looks down at his shopkeepers uniform, which includes a wig with waist long black hair to hide his shoulder long brown hair and a green velvet dress that matched the girls' dresses. His eyebrow twitches lightly as he mumbles, "I need to find a better job... One that doesn't make me seem like a confused transvestite when I hit on the hot girls who walk in here..." He then shifts his bra slightly and pat his left "breast" lightly, "I'll have you for lunch, Mister Orange!" he smirks. {{ OOC: This thread is actively OPEN to all! No need to ask for permission to join. This is a shop, and I need customers!}} Edited by Aisling, Apr 2 2008, 05:43 PM.
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| Aisling | Apr 5 2008, 02:36 PM Post #2 |
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As Tipper sat behind the counter of the lifeless jewelry shop, reading, "Catching a Woman's Eye When You're Dressed Like a Woman," the door leading upstairs opened and the white-ribboned girl peeked out at Tipper. She looked up at him with strange, dead looking, full white eyes with round, purple pupils. Her eyes seemed like a beautifully cut amethyst stones set deep into ghost-white marble. Tipper glanced down at her with vague interest and her upper lip quivered. "You and your sisters hungry, Sibel?" Tipper questioned. The ten-year-old looking girl nodded her head ferociously. Tipper scratched the back of his head, "Yeah, I suppose we couldn't find you much last night, what with being busy setting up the shop for this town..." Tipper let his words trail off as he stared into the hungrily begging eyes of the other-worldly child. Tipper let out a jaded sigh, "Fine. Go out and find you and your sisters some dinner... But I want you to come back in an hour. No matter how much food you have collected." he added firmly. Sibel nodded furiously, disappeared behind the door again, only to throw it wide open and skip out of the shop, carrying a large, thick burlap pouch that seemed to have an odd blood brown stain all around the bottom of it. Sibel stops at the front of the shop, looking at a small map of the entire city, deciding where she wants to go. She taps the South End, puts her finger where the shop rests, and traces the route on the map to enter the South End. After she confirms her route with her surroundings, she starts towards the slum and the most known supply of 'nourishment' for herself and her sisters. |
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| Winterbourne | Apr 5 2008, 04:01 PM Post #3 |
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Upon entering the newly opened shop, the platinum haired swordsmen glimpsed at the surroundings walls. Addressing various items laid on shelves his lips furled into a wry grin as golden eyes fixed upon the Shop attendant in his odd cloth. Stepping through the threshold the door closed slowly behind him. His features were more feminine than masculine, yet his physical build was surely toned to that of an experienced swordsman. He took a deep breath to exhale slowly. " Young sir, what variety of items does your master's shop offer? |
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| Aisling | Apr 5 2008, 04:17 PM Post #4 |
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Suprised by the visitor, Tipper fell out of his stool when the strange man first talked. As Tipper fell back, his book went flying into the air, seemed to hang there for a moment, then come crashing down on Tipper's face. A weak groan comes from behind the desk as he attempts to sit up by using the counter as a crutch. As he pulls himself forward, the back door flies open, smacking him in the face and knocking him unconcious, and Aisling strolls out, as full of life and energy as ever. "Welcome to Wolfos' Aises," Aisling started, knowing the full routine and lines by heart. She gave the stranger a curtsy, wearing her usual Victorian-style red dress. The corset top was not totally tied, but it was tightened to hold onto her body while giving her lungs enough room to function properly. The young woman's markings glowed darkly on her pale skin. They started on her back, just above the waist and on the spine, flowered up to on top of her shoulderblades. The design seemed ancient and mixed with Hindu Henna and celtic patterns. "Extensions" were also on the outer parts of her biceps, starting just below the shoulder joints and working its way down to just above the elbow joints on each arm. A smaller "extension" rested just below her left eye, though her bangs hid both that "extension" and her left eye itself. A large, velvet-red top hat rested on her head. "My name is Aisling, the caretaker and owner of this shop. My wonderful shop is one stop for all of your eletronic and metal needs. We have gadgets and gizmos that look like everything from teddybears to rings and that will do anything from stun an attacker to surf the web! Our jewelry is exotic and one-of-a-kind, custom made to fit your physique!" She clapped her hands together, "And great news, Most Admirable Sir! You are our first customer of the day, and of this city! You get one thing free with your purchase! Anything you wish is free with the price of just one item you choose! How may I help you find what you're looking for today?" She glanced down at the unconcious Tipper angrilly and kicks him away. Tipper jumps to attention and salutes Aisling, "Sir, yes sir!" he bellows. Aisling balls her fist and socks him square in the jaw, making him see little birdies, "Get to work, you maggot!" she commands. Tipper immediately stumbles into the back, "One floor up and away we go down to Hell!" he sings drunkenly. Aisling gives her full attention to the customer again. She smiles sweetly, "Sorry for Tipper," She says curtly with a low bow. A young child with pink ribbon in her hair comes out from the back door with a huge plate held over her head. Aisling helps the child through the counter door and motions to the plate full of cookies, "Would you like one? We have Chocolate chip, Double Choco, Triple Choco Sugar cookies, plain surgar cookies, Peanut butter cookies, cinnamon cookies..." |
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| Winterbourne | Apr 5 2008, 04:49 PM Post #5 |
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The man gave the woman a warm smile with a polite nod. Shifting his weight onto his right leg he leaned to his side while placing a hand on his hip. The man was garbed entirely in black; Black boots the came up to his shins with black tights to accompany the shining boots. A black vest with silver trimming to match his hair revealed masculine limbs, though the view was obstructed due to his cloak. The hood sprawled out across the top of the cloak as to not conceal his identity. The hilt of a sword was barely visible between cloak and arm. Upon the bottom of the grip was a single glistening gem that reflected the room's dull luminescence flawlessly. He walked to the counter and placed his hands down, resting the sides of his wrists on the edge as his fingers curled into loose fists. Unfurling digits crackled faintly beneath fingered gloves. " I am looking for a sword and a tome. Would you know where I could find either?" |
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| Aisling | Apr 5 2008, 05:45 PM Post #6 |
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An unusual request, the woman kept her smile, never showing an ounce of understanding what this man was asking for. Ibhi, the pink-ribboned girl with the platter of cookies, lowered the platter to look up at him with a seriously frightening expression of inspection. The child walks to the counter, setting the platter of cookies down. She then glares at the stranger hatefully, then stomps towards him, poking his thighs and shins hard. She then pulls his cloak out of the way of the sword and inspects the sword's hilt and sheaf without touching either. Aisling acts as if Ibhi doesn't exist, "I'm sorry, swords and tomes? I don't know what you mean? This is a shop, not a weaponry. And what are tomes, anyway?" She let her smile turn into embarrassment and she scratched her left arm awkwardly. This was the first time a customer had entered her shop that was looking for something that she didn't offer. Like she would, though. Weapons were dangerous things not to be toyed with or sold to the public. Ibhi steps away from the stranger, spreads her feet and places her hands firmly on her waist, as if telling him to leave. Aisling leans over the counter and whispers something almost inaudibly. Ibhi glances over at Aisling, concerned, then back at the stranger hatefully. Ibhi then backs away, turning her back to the stranger in one swift movement and stomps towards the cookies. Aisling plucks a cinnamon cookie from the platter, Ibhi pulls the ribbon out of her hair and whips it at Aisling, catching Aisling's wrist. Aisling struggles with the evil imp for a moment, then drops the cookie, growling. Ibhi sticks her tongue out at Aisling, "Ett, ett!" grabs the platter and storms into the back room. Aisling watches her every move and mutters under her breath, "One of these days, I'm going to steal every Cinnamon Cookie from that little devil! And I don't care if I'm eaten alive!" she bellows the last sentence, placing one of her thick, platformed red boots that lace up to the knee on Tipper's Stool. Aisling glances at the stranger. realizes she's making a mockery of herself, and quickly kicks the stool away, placing her foot beside the other on the ground, and bows to him, "I'm sorry, I cannot help you, Mister....?" |
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