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[jillian van harper]

THEY SHINE DOWN TO SHOW US---*

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Jillian had a basket in her right hand. It was half full with apples and oranges and bannanas. Jillian liked the sweet taste of fruit. In her left hand, she had a bright red apple with a large bite out of it. The juice felt cold in her mouth. She took another bite. Her skirt just barely stayed off the ground so it didn't ruin it. The cobblestone streets clicked as the heels on her boots hit the road. People were showing her a variety of object as she just walked through them. This was normal. It didn't bother her like it could others. She knew a lot of the merchants, and they knew when something struck Jillian's attention, she wouldn't even consider the price and she would just buy it. That brought more attention to herself. She didn't like that quality. She didn't have a lot of money to start with.

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She kept walking until she got to the station she wanted to get to. "Hello Anthony!" She said with a smile. The old man turned around. "Jillian! How nice to see you! What can I do to help this beautiful lady?" Anthony was Jillian's favorite vendor because of the beautiful jewelary he sold. "I was hoping that you still had that ring you showed me last time." She said sheepishly. He smiled and pulled out a crumpled cloth out of his pocket. He handed it to her. Jillian opened up the cloth to she the bow shaped ring she fell in love with a month ago. "I'll lower the price to a hundred just for you." The old man said to her. Jillian's face lit up. "Thank you Anthony!" She pulled out the money from her skirt pocket and handed it to Anthony. She slid the ring on her middle finger on her right hand. She smiled and walked away from the stand to look at the food stands again. She had extra money from her discount so she could have a bigger meal tonight.

What she wanted, she had no idea. She was planning at first just to have a salad. But she saw they had meat, Jillian hadn't had meat in a long time. She bought half a butchered chicken. Tonight she would feast. Not like she used to feast at home, but no, this was her home now. She looked up at the cloudless blue sky. What a wonderful day. She walked in the market place for hours. Then clouds started to take over the sky. Jillian felt a drop of water land on her nose. She quickly covered her basket with a blanket she just bought. The rain started pouring down.[/blockquote]

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[aneka lucia]

Aneka pulled out her book from her bag; tossing it onto the near by stack of useless items. Just laying around on the side of the street; to be disposed of properly later. The sky was alive, dancing with different array of colors and clouds. Puffs of magic that - unfortunately - Aneka was slowly finding harder to view. Her hood was placed neatly upon the top of her head, her dark hair hiding her bright blue eyes but only for mere moments. Slowly, the head mord sith was going blind...Her eye sight just seemed to be failing her; which wouldn't help her at all in life. Of course, it would be a great failure in the world of her career as a mord sith. How are you to torture and cause harm to someone you are no longer able to see? Just swing blindly and hope you hit; like a pinata. Hoping the screams will ring in your ears like the sound of candy hitting the floor for children. A rather morbid comparison but one none the less. She would occassionally use magic to help guide her, but did her best to avoid doing so. It only drained her energy to it's raw core. Surprise attacks would then be her down fall.

Wandering carelessly around the marketplace of Edlin, Aneka's fingers laced around the edges of her hood. Eyes flowing up to the sky, squinting to try and make out the color of the clouds...She couldn't tell if they were white or grey or black. Damn these eyes to hell. Damn all of her genetics. They were once again failing her in life. She'd made so many wrong choices that she was aware of; it seemed karma was finally taking it's toll on her physically. For all the torturing and physical harm she had brought onto others. She understood and accepted this factor. She was doing her best to turn her life around, but that was hard to do...The girl had decided once her eyes gave out completely she would just end up leaving the position of mord sith to someone else. She didn't want it anymore but for now, she was stuck with it.

Suddenly, two voices rung out by her ear; catching her attention. Mainly for the reason one sounded all too familiar to ignore. Something similar to that of a run away princess of Kenric...You see, being a Mord Sith, she had a 'contract' so to speak with Kenric. Knew most of the family members by this point in time. Tilting her head to the side lightly, she listened into the conversation in silence, her fingers brushing over some jewelry set out on a stand near by. No, Aneka would not turn the girl into Kenric. She did not blame anyone to run away from that place. Aneka understood more than what people thought she did. Another voice rang out, though this one was not familiar. It sounded that it belonged of that to a little boy.."Mommy, that lady has snake eyes!" Snake eyes? Ouch, that stung. Turning to see who was speaking, Aneka's hand accidently dragged down some of the items off the table to the ground. Well just her luck. Frownin heavily, she had to stop eavesdropping for now to try and focus her senses on finding where the items had fallen to.

And once more, karma hit hard. Rain began to pour down. Well that answered her question on the cloud color; they definately weren't white. Bending down, one hand rested on her kneecap gently, while the other roamed the ground trying to locate it. She must look like some pathetic beggar woman, though her facial structure only showed her 23 year old features. Damn she couldn't find them! This definately was not going well.

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[Tottie Braelin]

A girl, though she was barely a girl and almost a woman, drifted through the crowds of people buying goods on this busy market day. The way she walked was so slow and careful it made you think she was afraid she'd break the ground in front of her with one forceful step. Her face was covered with a grey veil and her hands, clasped around a woven basket, were gloved in white cotton. She didn't meet the eyes of those around her, not even the chattering merchants who called out could tear her face away from it's blank stare directed dead ahead. The people, whether it was a subconscious action or not, seemed to avoid her. They made little circles around her swirling hem like insects avoiding a bad smell (her dress was also grey and today it matched the clouds). She bore the air of someone in deep mourning, though her dress did not exactly match.

Abruptly she made a right hand turn towards a food vendor selling baked goods. The smell of hot bread wafted out into the crowd beguilingly over even the smells of sweat and waste. The store owner, a round man with ruddy cheeks, looked a little like he didn't know how to deal with this situation. He stared at her blankly for a moment before realizing himself and asking her; "Can I help you, miss...?" The girl's eye flickered to his face in acknowledgment, but she merely nodded while she returned her gaze to the bread. The man got the feeling that he shouldn't ask any more questions so he shuffled from one foot to another while he waited for her to make up her mind. Gingerly she brushed fingers over a loaf of bread. Seemingly satisfied, she held it out to the man and with a small node told him, "This one please." She spoke in such a tiny whisper that the baker had to lean forwards to hear her voice. "Ah, right. Yes miss. That's fifteen pents." He realized, as he watched her reach for the small purse that was strapped to the soft leather belt she wore around her belt, that he was holding his breath and quickly forced himself to resume normal breathing. When the transaction finished she turned and left without a single word.

It was not that Tottie did not like people, quite the opposite. She could easily have a servant do the shopping for her, but the market place fascinated her. She loved being around all the different kinds of people and she wished she had the courage to talk to some of them. The truth was, however, that she was actually too scared. The possibility that she might hurt them or, heaven forbid, accidentally use her powers on them was just too daunting. So she contented herself to watch, to allow herself to be immersed in the atmosphere of business and normality.

A figure caught her eye, she was a woman in a dark hooded cloak that made her look mysterious and frightening at the same time. The voice of a child drifted over the crowd; "Mommy, that lady has snake eyes!" Tottie was fascinated and terrified all at once by this strange and unknown entity. She found herself staring. What was she? She wasn't anything Tottie knew. The woman dropped something on the ground just as the smell of moisture filled the air. Within moments it began to rain.