Post by Danielle Smith on Sept 21, 2015 22:22:35 GMT -5
Danielle loved visiting France. It was expensive and usually meant she had to work harder to get some moola, but it was always so beautiful. With a big cheeky grin, she stretched out and laid back in her chair, enjoying the ambiance of the area.
Of course, that adoration was mildly ruined by her busted foot. She'd recently had a run in with a bear trap. It sucked and she was never visiting Wyoming again. To be fair, she supposed, many people used bear traps. She'd just never been on the receiving end of one to understand how much fucking pain they actually induce.
Almost made her want to be a vegetarian. But only almost- being a werebear meat sorta felt like a requirement.
Danielle pulled herself up from her chair and smoothed her skirt. She was, thankfully, able to look out for her wants once more and so here she was in France. She'd wanted to travel away from the U.S. and found sizable paycheck for some lengthy relic here.
She was halfway through translating it, would milk it for a few more days. Some old book bound in nasty leather. It wasn't exactly her usual, but it was certainly better than her usual. More interesting, to say the least.
Danielle started her sort of limp/walk into the quieter area of town as the night came upon the city. She had left her crutch at the shoddy place she was staying in for now, feeling hindered by its presence. Of course, the giant fucking cast on her foot and ankle was also a sign of hindrance, but it wasn't the same.
Danielle stopped to peer into a some sort of occult looking shop. She'd never imagined seeing those in other countries, but she supposed witches lived everywhere. Well, she called them witches. She wasn't exactly sure what they actually were. Would be cool to meet one though. Danielle entered the shop and did what most do when they don't actually practice any sort of magic: she looked at the candles.
Post by Nyghtingale on Sept 21, 2015 22:49:00 GMT -5
Nyghtingale was homeless, mostly poor, and had nothing but the cloths on her back and some bridge she was sleeping under with a single suitcase of a few cloths and a few simple belongings she had brought with her from Great Britain. She had only been out on the streets a few nights, three at the most, and so she was not to bad yet. She had managed to bath in a public place yesterday, and so thus wasn't to shabby. However she knew she needed help, and being a young witch with little to no real life experience she did not know of anywhere to go. So she was wandering around town in the hope to find an occult shop. Maybe, just maybe somebody there would be kind enough to help a fellow witch out.
Walking down a street, she paused and saw the dark outline of what she was looking for. An occult shop, dedicated to the magical arts (at least what they wanted to call the magical arts) was there and by all the luck it was still open! She hustled down the street, her calf high high heel black boots scuffed on the pavement. She glanced at the door, then sighed and pushed the door open and stepped inside to the soft 'jiggle' of the door bell. She glanced around and immediately noticed there was another customer. Heat scorched her cheeks red, and she pulled her hood up to try and conceal her face as she moved to a corner, pretending to look at something as if it was really interesting in cool. She didn't even notice whatever she picked up, just picked anything up. She couldn't ask for help if somebody else was here watching.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Post by Danielle Smith on Sept 21, 2015 22:59:44 GMT -5
Danielle glanced up at the jingle of the door. A gothy teen walked in and headed for the back. Danielle hummed and resumed her candle shopping. There were hoaky sounding items like essence of tea tree oil's shadow or, her personal favorite, essence of spirit. Really?
She giggled at the candle and set it down and stepped, awkwardly further into the store. The shop owner eyed her nervously as she waddled past some expensive looking fragile items before directing her attention to the gothy girl keeping to herself. Danielle ended up standing not far from the other customer, examining the french novels ranging from general astrology stuff to heavy sounding made-up stuff, like Taming the Lizards. Not a lizard, but the lizards. What did that even mean?
Danielle looked back at the astrology stuff and picked out a pleasant colored one, searching through her own readings and grinning. Good stuff so far, very good stuff. She looked at the gothy girl and asked, in French, "What's your horoscope? We'll see if you're lucky."[/color]
Post by Nyghtingale on Sept 21, 2015 23:28:43 GMT -5
Nyghtingale was hoping to remain alone and mostly anonymous however that did not seem to quite be working out in her favor. The other customer, with her large cast upon her leg came close towards herself once more and began perusing the books upon the shelf. Then suddenly, out of no where she spoke to Nyghtingale, and further more she spoke in French. Nyghtingale's eyes widened and she jumped, hearing the other speak to her in her native tongue and she spun around. As she did her hand flung out, and waved passed a lamp standing nearby and the bulb flashed brilliantly and then exploded. Nyghtingale dropped her hand and muttered a single word in French.
"Merde..." she swore and moved away from the shattered glass bulb hoping that maybe, must maybe these people would put it off to possibly a power surge. She was hoping they would. "Uhhh...Ummm... I don't know. I was born on January 15th, whatever that sign would be." She looked down, kicking a small fleck of glass away from her foot, biting her lip and now just wanting nothing more then to run away from this place as quickly as possible; with or with out the help she once sought.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Post by Danielle Smith on Sept 21, 2015 23:51:25 GMT -5
A light exploded. Danielle leaned back and eyed where it had been before looking at the girl who was now, very hurriedly, trying to clean it up. "Shit is right, you okay? What kind of crappy wiring is this?"[/i] She didn't try to help the girl clean up. She was not bending in this cast. Movement was already hard as it was.
"Uhhh...Ummm...I don't know. I was born on January 15th, whatever that sign would be," the girl said without looking up. Danielle arched a brow at the evasiveness but looked at her book after a moment. "Hm...January 15th...Well, looks like you'll be getting lucky too, soon, but..."[/i] Danielle's eyes widened a bit and she looked over at the girl again, unsure. "Okay, so, like, it says it should be a good year for you but that a lot is uncertain in your future. Pretty helpful, huh? Mine says I need to secure a supportive environment or risk uncertainty. I think that means I should get an apartment but...Ugh. Why settle down? You know?"[/i]
Danielle looked at the girl with an expression suggesting that, though she was being nice, the girl ought to agree to her commentary. She wasn't one who liked being told her life choices weren't great or that living out of a suitcase was a poor way to live. She was happy, who cared. "Maybe I should get this book for good luck...?"[/i] She examined the back once more, unsure. Her free hand unconsciously went to her earrings and rubbed a bit, debating. She didn't really need an astrology book since all of this was online too...
But maybe that would bring her bad luck again? She eyed her foot bitterly.
Post by Nyghtingale on Sept 22, 2015 0:28:25 GMT -5
Nyghtingale looked up at the female, her eyes wide. Her mouth fell slightly slack, and she tilted her head staring at the female as she spoke and rambled on about some astrological predictions out of some floozy book that was made to earn money. She finally shut her mouth, then could not take it anymore.
"Do not buy that book, it is total crap. The pages are filled with such idiocy that it is a miracle the thing ever gets off the shelves, but because some people want to fill their heads with ideas that put them in the clouds every year more people get to sit down and write the most preposterous things down in those books. You know some of the best astrologers in the world? The Greeks and the Celts, and neither of them sat around making billions of dollars off selling this idiocy."
She stopped, huffing then turned and stormed out. She did not care anymore, all these want to be people, selling and profiteering off something they knew absolutely nothing about really. She slammed the door shut and began to head back...home? She paused, realizing her home was under a bridge with nothing waiting for her there then her single measly suitcase and another long night with a rumbling stomach due to hunger. She frowned and sighed, rubbing her temples. She should not have lost her temper because that store owner had been her ticket to something. What that something would have been she did not know, but something was better then nothing right about now.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Post by Danielle Smith on Sept 22, 2015 10:20:46 GMT -5
Danielle was immediately ruffled at her response. She glowered at her as she went off about how great the Greeks and Celts were with astrology and how her particular interest was idiotic. Typical Capricorn, she thought and held the book tighter in hand. [/i]"Don't see the Greeks or Celts being great as astrology now,"[/i][/color] she muttered under her breath and went to purchase the book, purely out of spite.
Of course, when she saw the total for the book she backed out of the purchase. It wasn't so expensive that it was unaffordable, but the price for an astrology book with advice she could get online was too much. She walked out and glimpsed, with surprising energy, how quickly the store owner locked up shop and started to shut down. "Hmph," she grunted and started off in another direction. She came upon the gothy girl again and sighed, focusing on keeping her distance.
Danielle thought she heard a funny sound as she passed. It was low and almost inaudible, but the street was quiet. She looked around, an eyebrow arched, before shrugging and continuing on her way. She, too, realized it was about time for dinner and was looking for a decent place to eat. Danielle took a seat on a bench and used her phone to look for places still serving at this time while she rummaged her purse for her wallet.
Post by Nyghtingale on Sept 22, 2015 13:57:26 GMT -5
The young female paused and looked around. She had heard something, but seeing the other occupant of the store had come out and sat upon a bench she simply shrugged and ignored it. She supposed she needed to find something to eat, so slipped down an alleyway with a large dumpster behind a building. She crinkled her nose, feeling disgusted with herself. Having to resort to digging in the trash was absolutely nasty, but she felt like she was starving to death and she needed something to eat otherwise soon enough she would not have enough energy to do anything. That would be a very dangerous situation to be in.
Lifting the top of the dumpster, she stuck her head over the side and cast a glance around hoping that something might be sitting on top. She reached in and grabbed a wrapped up...something and pulled it out of the trash. Hoping that since it was on top it might be fresh, she slowly and hesitantly unwrapped the item and to her surprise found a half a sandwich with a single bite mark out of it. Cringing a little, she tore off the chunk of the sandwich and tossed it in a corner on the floor sure the mice and rats would love her for that later. She hesitated for just a second, then crammed the sandwich greedily in her mouth not really caring what kind it was just that it was food inside her starving stomach.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Post by Danielle Smith on Sept 23, 2015 18:37:23 GMT -5
Danielle found a place nearby that still served food and started heading there. As she walked, she overheard the familiar sounds of a dumpster opening and closing. She assumed it was a person throwing their trash away, but felt surprised when she caught sight of someone eating what they'd taken out of the garbage. She started to pass by when it dawned on her that it could be that moody little brat. Grinding her teeth, she turned back to peer down the alley, no real plan in mind. It also felt like bad luck though to ignore this situation.
Danielle couldn't see very much, but she was wearing darker clothes. She called out instead, "Hello? Is that you, Capricorn?" She tried to formulate a plan in mind but came with none. She honestly wanted to confront her and demand an apology for the insult earlier...But she had not purchased the book afterall for reasons that were sort of in line with what the Capricorn had said- it was a money making book, based on the sheer price of it. Honestly.
Post by Nyghtingale on Sept 23, 2015 19:57:26 GMT -5
Nyghtingale blinked and looked up as somebody walked in to the alley where she was standing, stuffing the rest of the sandwich between her lips and frown as she chewed slowly. She had been hoping to not get caught at all, but that voice was that of the lady from the occult shop. The same lady whom she had gotten upset with and stormed out upon. She swallowed her sandwich and angled her body away from the new lady back down the alley way just in case the woman intended her harm. Sure, she had been wearing a cast upon her foot but Nyghtingale had heard of stranger and more unusual methods of lulling people in to a sense of false security.
"Yea...." she said back softly, keeping her face towards the other female and her body half turned presenting less of a target and giving her the chance to take off running should this turn bad. As of late, she found herself becoming more and more of a pessimist, thinking the worst would happen. Well, of course she thought like this, because the worst was happening to her. Plus living on the streets was pretty rough, even in this town. It just wasn't like having a real home and somewhere you knew to go where you felt safe and secure, where you where not going to wake up with some homeless guy trying to pull your pants down to do...well she had put a stop to that with a quick shove of her hand and about a million volts in to the guy.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Post by Danielle Smith on Sept 23, 2015 20:15:32 GMT -5
"You're acting like I'm going to hit you- and maybe I should, you hurt my feelings,"[/i] she immediately commented and approached. Danielle was significantly less cautious in her movements, her cast clunking along loudly. She knew she should be more wary of those in the world considering recent events but here she was, off in the shadows, talking to some sulky teenager by a dumpster. "Seems like an odd place to hang about for a teen, what exactly are you doing?"[/i]
Danielle crossed her arms as she surveyed the young woman. Her senses were slightly better than the average human and at this distance she could make her out in the darkness. She seemed like a startled sort of youth, a runaway perhaps? Danielle didn't particularly care what sob story there was behind the human, she was curious now and going to pester. Oh the troubles of a curious bear, nosing about where it shouldn't, she found herself thinking with a secret smirk.
Post by Nyghtingale on Sept 23, 2015 21:38:20 GMT -5
When the female moved towards her, Nyghtingale raised her hands defensively in to a fighting stance. Like a boxer she moved to protect her face as much as she could, hands curled in to fists there waiting. When the other female stopped she glared at her hard, as if she was expecting the attack she had just threatened.
"I can come and go where I please," she stated firmly not backing down. She wasn't one for backing down, and even though she did not really know how to fight she was hoping the female with her foot in a cast was not willing to actually fight against a less injured opponent.
However, through all of this she had forgotten one small detail. The wrapping paper of the sandwich she had fished out of the dumpster was still clutched in her hand, the stark white greasy paper standing out in the darkness and against her dark cloths was very clearly obvious and now Nyghtingale had no way to hide that. Bollocks, what an annoyance that was.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Post by Danielle Smith on Sept 26, 2015 10:33:35 GMT -5
Danielle just stared at her. "What the Hell do you think you're doing? I'm obviously not going to fight you,"[/i] she said with a tone of condescension. Humans were so bizarre sometimes with what was and wasn't threatening. Woman in a cast, obviously a danger, but, she gathered, eating out of a bin, totally safe. What the hell was wrong with them?
"Sure, you can come and go as you please but should you come and go to eat from a dumpster?"[/i] she asked, crossing her arms and taking another step closer. "Did it ever occur to you to just, I dunno, ask for food? Cause, you know, when I was hungry but lacked cash, that's what I would do."[/i] Then again, Danielle didn't really feel bad about misleading people when she asked for things. If she forgot her wallet and wanted a soda, she flirted. If she had to, she stole. But she had built a life for herself that didn't demand crime or begging, and, she imagined, this girl was trying her dearest to avoid that.
Cute. "I'll get you food if you just throw that wrapper away, this whole scene is sad,"[/i] she added, trying to be nicer.
Post by Nyghtingale on Sept 26, 2015 17:37:51 GMT -5
Nyghtingale simply stared at the other woman, her eyes wide. She was getting angry, but not in the violent aggressive form. She was getting angry at the woman for bringing things up she didn't want to think about. Her eyes glistened, full of tears and she threw the wrapping from the sandwich on the ground, stamping her foot on it.
"WELL, I am sorry that I am not you! I wish I was somebody else! Somebody who was not a freak, who's father was going to perform some sick twisted ritualistic sacrifice upon and had to run away from home! I am sorry that my mother slammed a door in face when I showed up, trying to find comfort and shelter from the only other person in my life right now who would actually care about, screeching that she would not tolerate a WITCH in her house! I am sorry that I am not YOU! So beautiful, and grown up with money! I do not even have cloths anymore, as some bloody thief stole my suitcase I was living out of. I am sorry that I am sad, and not you, and I do not want your pity or charity."
Her tears where flowing now, running down her cheeks freely and unashamedly as she glowered at the other woman, hands clenched at her sides. She was upset and angry, and her energy was building up slightly causing a increase of static energy that was making her hair sort of rise up around her head. It was not much, not like a strong breeze was blowing but still was enough to make hair kind of prickly like when the air around a power plant when you walked past it.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Post by Danielle Smith on Sept 29, 2015 13:05:56 GMT -5
Danielle grunted in annoyance. Well, the girl should be sorry she wasn't her- Danielle was amazing. She was beautiful and had learned how to get cash fast pretty easily as an adult. So yeah, life was pretty great for her. But as she was trying to formulate as nasty reply to her ranting, one word rang out as particularly unique. Witch.
She'd mentioned rituals too, hadn't she? Danielle found herself smirking with intrigue. "You're a witch?"[/i] she repeated, eyes narrowing with inspection of the girl. The electricity in the air near the girl was building and building and Danielle felt herself take a step back. She'd better not electrocute Danielle. "What kind of witch are you?"[/i]
Danielle felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and quickly silenced it. Food could wait a few more minutes, this was interesting. Danielle was seeking out more supernaturals like herself to better understand the strange world they lived in. A witch, a real witch, was worth investigation.
