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Post by Keelin de Lune on Jan 6, 2009 20:16:49 GMT -5
"Have you ever held a job before?" Asked the man sitting across the desk. His fingers were folded together as he looked at Kee expectantly - she had read somewhere that that subtle sign of body language meant that he thought he was better than her.
"No." she said more curtly than necessary. If she wanted a job, she'd have to play nice. "Though I helped out a lot in the orphanage while I lived there." She offered in a slightly softer tone. Slightly.
"Mhm." Somehow he managed to make the 'mhm' sound like an accusation. "What sort of help?" He pressed after taking a dramatic pause.
Kee wondered how incredible it was - no matter how much you dress up an idiot in uniform and status, they were still an idiot. "Mostly cleaning, watching after children, and cooking - I'm especially good at baking."
"What are you particular talents?"
"Blueberry pies."
" ... I see. Have you any skills that could come useful in stealth missions and assasinations?"
Kee had to suppress an aggravated sigh - spies and assasins came in high demand these days, but what made people so suddenly ashamed to hire an honest cook? Didn't people still eat?
"No."
"No way that you could skillfully do away with someone?" He pressed on.
There was a cold pause as Kee glared at the man.
"... I could put poison in the pie."
Later, as Kee stormed down the village streets, channeling her anger into the aerobic exercise, she quietly considered working on her people skills.
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Post by Caroline Sands on Jan 6, 2009 21:01:12 GMT -5
The sun was out that morning.
It was hanging in the pale blue sky like a touch of heaven, a beacon of hope. It looked warm to Caroline as she awoke cold in bed, the blankets pushed to her feet from her restless sleep. The sun looked still outside the window, like it was yearning to really shine, as if teh war that had weakened the land weakened the winter rays as well.
But that did not even matter.
Caroline dressed quickly, sliding leggings under a simple brown dress, shoes on her feet, a scarf around her neck. Hopefully she could get outside before her Uncle saw her. She looked plain surrounded by all the finery, but she was not staying in these settings more than she had too. She didn't belong here. She belonged on the streets, where she had lived before her parents had been killed. Those times were her fondest memories, even with the cold and hunger that she had known. That life of traveling was home. She could not stay cooped up in the house. Besides, she could work on her spells outside, having a talent for wind required outdoors, and she was not too keen on learning much else like many witches did. She concentrated on her gift.
Caroline smiled at the sun once her feet hit the ground, she made it from the rich section to the more normal section of town easily, on her way to the baazar. She hoisted herself up into a tree before she noticed another girl charging quickly through the street, separate from the crowd. She looked familiar, but Caroline could never be sure.
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Post by Keelin de Lune on Jan 6, 2009 21:14:45 GMT -5
Kee wrapped the dark grey cloak tighter around her body, because though anger held qualities similar to that of fire, it did not defer the winter chill. At least her boots were comfortable, though they were worn and belonged to how many men before her, she did not know. They had been walking long before she was born - and thus, they were good at it.
What to do now? Without a job there is no money, and without money I begin to lack many necessary goods vital for survival. Keelin thought. Shall I sell goods at the market? But the prospect of standing in the cold deterred that idea. She mulled over options before glancing up at the sky, as if it would give her an answer-
-which was when she noticed a face. It was seemingly floating the air because the face was all she noticed. It was a fair, with crystal blue eyes, golden hair, and soft lips - far more beautiful a face than she'd ever seen amongst the peasantry. Kee stared until she realized it wasn't an angel, but indeed a person, who was at the moment, gazing back at her as well. With that realization, Kee looked down blushing and hastened her step - too stunned to think.
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Post by Caroline Sands on Jan 6, 2009 21:22:42 GMT -5
Caroline met the stranger's eyes with an easy smile. People didn't frighten her. She liked to think people were good, even if with some you had to look down a ways to find the goodness inside them. She knew now the girl was unfamiliar, Caroline had never seen that face before, at last, not that she remembered. Her family had been a bit nomadic, she'd met so many people in her life--and she watched so many, day after day, watching the world that used to be hers.
The girl looked away again, blushing. Why? Surely she wasn't embarrassed? Caroline was the one up a tree, which her uncle and many others would agree was improper for a woman. But she never listened to those rules. She had never been aware of them before, but she broke them just the say, despite knowing they were in place. "I didn't mean to startle you." Caroline called to her, but she had started walking away, rather quickly in fact.
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Post by Keelin de Lune on Jan 6, 2009 21:30:02 GMT -5
Kee turned instinctively at the voice; prolonging her surprise and confusion, the angel seemed to have called out to her. Keelin opened her mouth once or twice, unable to articulate. With her shame growing exponentially, Kee, frozen at the spot, could think of nothing to do but to run away. While taking a hasty step, she suddenly remembered that it was customary to bow to nobility - which this angel had to be. In an awkward motion she managed a sort of peculiar bow, before starting away again.
Her only solace was that seeing the beauty ever again was unlikely, so, in a manner, she could merely pretend that the situation had never happened. It was in the midst of this minute reassurance, that Kee noticed her mouth was still ajar, and promptly closed it - something could fly in after all.
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Post by Caroline Sands on Jan 6, 2009 21:35:39 GMT -5
Caroline was surprised at the girl's actions. Why was she running? Caroline looked over her shoulder, half wondering if there was something behind her. But there was only air. nothing to cause the girl to gape so widely. Caroline tucked a bit of blond hair behind her ear as she watched the other witch watch her. Was that a bow? Why on earth was she bowing? Caroline's uncle was a kings man, and advisor of sorts. But Caroline had been born on the streets, living with her nomadic peddler family. She was hardly the type to receive a bow. Now a day she supposed she was nobel in status, because of her uncle, but that did not solve much, she couldn't stand noble life.
She laughed softly as the girl started to walk away again. It was a musical sound, and as she did so, a wind tossing brightly through her hair and into the street below. A small warm breeze brought to the street from a small warm laugh.
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Post by Keelin de Lune on Jan 6, 2009 21:44:45 GMT -5
From a distance Kee had heard a sort of laugh, and, with a new blush, wished a poisoned pie on herself.
Later in the day.
Despite the earlier shortcomings of the day, the tide had turned, and progress was met. Upon meeting the generous and handsome (though nearly elderly) tavern keeper, Kee had found that he'd be more than happy to sell her baked goods to his customers, seeing as how his own tavern wenches' quality of cooking was sub par. Agreements were reached, compromises met, and a salary set.
Thus the day went and was coming to a close and Kee sat outside - thought still cold - because she always witnessed the sunsets and sunrises. Besides, sitting out a few moments in cold made going to bed in a room warmed by fire all the more comfortable. The sun had set and Kee was still outside. She had brought her diary (a weather-beaten leather bound book) and was too encompassed in the writing to retire just yet before finishing the paragraph describing her new job. The day's events carefully excluded the days earlier awkward situation, though the shame plagued the back of Kee's mind. Her foot tapped on the stone wall she sat atop - a habit.
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Post by Caroline Sands on Jan 6, 2009 22:18:03 GMT -5
ooc- is she outside her house/orphanage or the tavern?
Caroline spent her day with her head in the clouds. She watched the people effortlessly, tirelessly. She watched people move and breath and live and love. So much passed before her, around her. No one noticed her, sitting in her tree, surrounded by sleeping winter branches. But the sun was setting, and she knew her uncle would expect her for dinner, but she would much rather bye a loaf of bread and a bit of cheese for dinner. That would suffice.
She jumped from her tree, using a gust of wind to cushion her feet as they hit the ground. A few children under the tree gave shrieks of glee and she just laughed, waving at them goodbye. She wished she could go home where they went home, to a family. She went home to a house like a shell. Caroline was whistling as she walked, she had a ways to go before she reached her uncle's house.
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Post by Keelin de Lune on Jan 7, 2009 20:51:30 GMT -5
ooc -outside the little apartment I described in my app
The whistling should've been indicative somehow, but Kee was so intuned with her writing that it merely blended into everything that was out there - where as she was focusing on in there, or in other terms, her mind. Everything just became background noise; everything sounded normal enough, and nothing seemed to be of any relation or importance to her.
Which was why when she jumped down from her perch on the little stone wall, she hadn't noticed that the whistling sounded particularly close; it hadn't occurred to her that the noise could have any relation to her at all. So, having landed causing little puffs of dust to unsettle at her feet, she turned to find someone dangerously close. "Oh!" she exclaimed, and realized in horror that she was hardly a second away from landing on this person. Horror coursed through her veins and her mind scrambled.
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Post by Caroline Sands on Jan 7, 2009 21:00:07 GMT -5
Caroline had only been walking, barely aware form the Baazar by now, heading through some small houses, she was headed to the rich section in the distance. She had begun to skip, kicking up a few clouds of dust to mark her path. She had been looking straight ahead when something dropped into her path, her line of vision. Someone was suddenly right in front of her and she very nearly tripped over him or her all together. She dug her heels into the dirt and uttered a similar sound as the girl who was in front of her, a soft exclamation. It was not what Caroline had been expecting.
"Oh, hello," She said, recognizing the girl from earlier that day. They seemed to keep running into each other awkwardly, but Caroline was undaunted. her heart was racing with the sudden encounter but she tried to look calm.
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Post by Keelin de Lune on Jan 8, 2009 16:19:32 GMT -5
"Hello." Kee exhaled as she attempted to regain normal breathing - it was an instantaneous reaction, like glancing out the window at the mention of snow, that she couldn't help. "I'm sorry." she breathed,
"I didn't see you - I didn't-"
she inhaled hastily, before continuing
"-know you were-" she coughed at lack of breath and breathed in thoroughly this time.
"-there."
Inhale some rational, unfazed part of her mind instructed. However, it was so unpleasant doing so - though breathing was always a relief - because taking in the winter air was almost painful. It reached into the very core of your being and chilled you from inside - and dried your throat no less, making it hard to speak.
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Post by Caroline Sands on Jan 8, 2009 19:46:33 GMT -5
Caroline smiled. Her own heart racing but she was determined not to show it. "It's alright." she assured the girl, still smiling lightly, her hands clasped behind her back, looking rather childlike. Oh how she would have rathered always be a child! But here she wsas,, just under eighteen and not at all acting her age. that was fine by her. "I didn't know you were there either. I undertsand what its like to be wrapped up in something. No harm done." she persisted witha fervent nod of her head.
Caroline liked surprises, she liked whejn things were unpredictable, it was more fun that way. as long as the surprises were good natured. She was not one for fear. She liked things to be like wind, hardly ever deathy, something simple that always changed. that was what life should be like, light and free.
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Post by Keelin de Lune on Jan 15, 2009 16:50:19 GMT -5
Keelin found both relief and surprise at the girls words. Sharp words and anger induced by shock would've seemed more commonplace - "Watch out next time!" and "Get your head out of the sky!" were phrases to be expected. However, to be met with calm and understanding of all things through her a bit off.
The girl's bright blue eyes were complete honest however, and her stance was earnest, if not innocent - it almost seemed as if the girls was incapable of lying (perhaps not necessarily lying, but appearing dishonest - a trait, in retrospect, Keelin imagined would actually come in handy when lying.)
"You sure? ..." If the girl was lying, why would she bother putting on a facade to placate Keeling of all people? "I understand if you're at all miffed - most people would've been." Keelin asked slowly. Last time something similar happened, she got a very good scolding. People in her neck of the woods were tired of war, hungry and always a bit afraid - making nearly all surprises unpleasant. Keelin had never interacted with anyone out of her social level, nor with anyone who seemed so honest and care-free - Keelin didn't know if this was how all nobles were (what did they have to worry about anyway?) or this girls was simply a few screws loose.
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Post by Caroline Sands on Jan 15, 2009 19:45:38 GMT -5
Caroline smiled widely, her golden hair fluttering slightly about her face. "I told you, no harm done." She said. There was so much to worry about these days, and Caroline often felt empty and lost. But life was too short for that. You have to live for everyday. "Surprises are enjoyable." That was true, you just had to be loose and happy enough to like them. You had to be secure.
Caroline tried to let things not bother her, tried to ignore fear, except for a few days ago with her run in with the vampire. "Besides, no vampire would set foot here so close to the dusk. So what is there to fear?" She gave a small smile. There was plenty, but if you spent your time worrying, where would you be then? She laughed softly, a small breeze whipping around them gently.
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Post by Keelin de Lune on Jan 19, 2009 10:43:33 GMT -5
"I s'pose you're right ..." Keelin agreed reluctantly, more so for lack of anything to say. With paranoia amidst a society, logic was hard to come by - often overcome by frantic mob mentality.
This girl with either
A) completely fearless
B) more nonchalant than perhaps safe (and far more than necessary to get through a day)
C) at peace with the world around her (though the world around her was not at peace)
or
D) one of those fickle flower children who mysteriously disappeared during the day to the forest and came back dazed and smelling slightly of fumes
Either one of the options made the girl seem very interesting.
"What is your name?" Keelin asked, forgetting about seeming rude (or any etiquette at all), but somehow wondering that the girl's name would give her the answer to some unasked question Keelin was harboring. She had asked, what is your name, but what Keelin was really wondering was, who in the Divine's name are you?
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