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Champion
Human
25 years old
Doctor/Healer
played by Flannel
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Find peace in the embrace of the Goddess
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Post by FRANCIS DE LEON on Dec 25, 2014 0:29:55 GMT
 deep pockets shallow minds If he hadn’t gotten used to the bustle of Old Town now, he never would. This was the time of the day that the streets were most crowded. When Shara’s destitute clutched and protected the few comrades they had by shoving their hands in their resewn pockets. He feels the sensation of a strange shoulders bracing against his as his heads towards the market. It’s a staple of his routine, a prelude to his purchase at Itha’s stall. Vigilant, however, is what he needs to be. Old Town was the place coin purses went to disappear after all. In the midst of the community’s ruckus, he would take a detour, turning to sidestep a rather large and stationary crowd only to accidentally bump (or be bumped by?) someone. ”By the Goddess” He says, mostly to himself. He starts to speak before he even sees the person’s face ”Excuse me.”Are his words wasted on the wind? DESTA JURENETTE OF GS |
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Champion
HUMAN
25 years old
COMMON THIEF
played by DUCKIE
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grace bestowed but i was shaped with snow
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Post by DESTA JURE on Dec 28, 2014 19:02:18 GMT
Today isn't justified, there are no favors to be carried out, she just needs this out of her system -but she grinds away until becomes a routine, and it is. There's a proverbial itch in her fingers, and there's one way to make it go. There's that rich doctor she knows by face, but not by name. Just that he's a "kind man" of some sort- she can't trust that. The idea of it. The women around her in Old Town tell her his clinic would be worth a visit- "he'd know how to cure the sharp pain in your back, the one you were complaining about the other day, and your swelling ankle from the other one-"
There's her apology, and her fingers, quicker than any other part of her body, reach for the pocket where she'd last seen him slip money out and back into. This is too easy, she thinks. It's not ill will. Not exactly. And she won't say or think about what it could be.
She steadies herself, tries to right her posture for one more apology before she weaves her way through the crowd and back alleys to get home safe, or purchase a decent dinner for everyone- except she's not moving, even after willing her fingers to pry themselves away from the item she'd intended to take, the stiffness uncomfortable and consuming.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
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