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Post by NeroDragoon on May 11, 2004 11:23:17 GMT -5
*A cloaked figure walks along the street seeming to be looking for someone or something* Now where does Essa live...
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Post by Rumerin on May 11, 2004 11:27:07 GMT -5
(ooc PLEASE, it's REALLY ESSA, with S, not L)
*The streets are rather empty. Everyone is at work at this hour of day*
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Post by NeroDragoon on May 11, 2004 11:31:59 GMT -5
(oh im sorry i didn't even notice i was doing that, im so absent minded ) Oh well looks like i shall have to find her another time... *Nero turns towards, what he hopes is, the outskirts of town and begins walking*
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Post by Rumerin on May 11, 2004 12:38:19 GMT -5
*Essa is sitting on a low wall not far from the section gates towards the city centre, swinging her legs, looking down at her knees. There is a pack of chewing gum there, but she's not chewing. She's wondering what happened back in the marketplace. Another Halfling walks by- a young man in red with an empty backpack. They know each other and have a quick conversation. He knows a few things, and Essa is quickly informed. She nods, says goodbye to Flink when he leaves, then gets off of her wall and slowly walks towards her home. Her mother is going to kill her*
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Post by NeroDragoon on May 11, 2004 14:01:51 GMT -5
*A small envelope falls down infront of Essa as she is walking towards her house. In it is 5 gold coins and a letter tlling Essa that Nero is ok and thanking her for taking him to the market and telling her to go to school tommorow*
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Post by Rumerin on May 11, 2004 14:05:31 GMT -5
(ooc Essa is an NPC, not an APC. I say what she does. You don't.)
*She picks up and hesitates a moment, then opens the envelope. She looks somewhat surprised at the coins and the note, then laughs, and goes home to face her mother with twinkling eyes and a grin on her lips. Her mother understandably finds it hard to lecture the girl on the risks of her actions when Essa is in this mood, because the girl just keeps smiling*
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Post by NeroDragoon on May 11, 2004 14:08:25 GMT -5
( sorry )
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Post by Students on May 21, 2004 10:23:34 GMT -5
From a second floor apartment in a quiet street, shouting easily reaches the streets through the windows, opened for the warm weather. Two men are clearly heard raging to each other. The neighbours barely look up anymore. They know Meleander and his son have fights all the time.
You lousy brat! Can't you do anything right?
Can't you do your own bloody work? I'm not your slave! Fix your own problems!
When I tell you to do something, you do it! I am your father, you listen to me, dammit!
My father?? In your dreams!
There is an enraged scream and a dull blow. Some half a minute later, Rinathan comes out of the front door, banging it behind him. There is blood dripping from the side of his mouth and his eyes are blazing white-hot fire. The neighbours pay no heed. He strides away in rage, schoolbag slung over his shoulder.
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Post by Mellinore Brightshield on May 27, 2004 6:26:13 GMT -5
(The college messenger sighed. The area here was a regular warren, and it had taken him ages to track down the house he was looking for. Finally he knocked at the door of the Shering house.)
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Post by Students on May 27, 2004 6:29:43 GMT -5
A short, chubby, platinum blonde lady in pink and purple opens up. She wipes her hands on her flower-print-covered apron.
Yes?
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Post by Mellinore Brightshield on May 27, 2004 6:31:02 GMT -5
"Mrs. Shering? I have here a letter from the Academy regarding your daughter."
(He holds the letter out to her.)
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Post by Students on May 27, 2004 6:34:49 GMT -5
The woman shuffles nervously.
Yes? Oh... Oh dear- what happened, is she alright?
She gives the letter a doubtful look.
... I recently- lost my glasses...
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Post by Mellinore Brightshield on May 27, 2004 6:49:09 GMT -5
"I am sorry ma'am. I am just a messenger. They do not tell me what is in the letter.
I did hear that a student was taken to the infirmary late yesterday though. If it is her I hope she is alright."
(The youngster's face looks concerned.)
"Have you someone who can help you ma'am?"
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Post by Students on May 27, 2004 6:54:36 GMT -5
Her mouth opens slowly.
The- infirmary? Oh dear! Oh dear!
She pulls the door shut behind her and runs off towards the school.
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Post by Students on Jun 1, 2004 17:27:06 GMT -5
Yvocca takes a deep breath and clutches her fingers tightly around the notebooks she is holding. She is looking terrible and feeling not much better. Somewhat gingerly, she knocks on the door to her home and waits, shuffling nervously and pondering to just run the other way. After a while, her mother opens up. The two women look at one another for a time, then Mrs Shering steps out of the way to let her daughter in. Yvo quickly steps past her mother into the livingroom (the house doesn't have a hallway). She stands in the middle of the room and waits. Her mother closes the door, then turns to her.
... do you have any idea what you put us through?
Yvocca looks at the ground.
You were expelled. EXPELLED! How DARE you? Do you even know what you cost us? Have you any idea how hard we've been working these past years? You're costing us our every hour, our every cent, and our lives, and now you're costing us our good name- do you even realise what the neighbours will say? They'll say- there goes Shering with her junkie no-good daughter, that's what they'll say! And they'll say, what a shame of good people that they have such a daughter! And you know what, they're right! You're WORTHLESS, girl! Doing drugs and going to those late-night parties, indeed! And leaving us to work like we're you're little slaves! I don't think so! No more I tell you, no more! I won't have such a piece of absolute trash for my daughter! I can't believe we put so much trouble in you, and all of it wasted! Look at yourself! Just look at yourself! I have given up on you, girl, just given up on you! The school would take you back but I know you'll never work hard enough to live up to their demands. You're too good for that! Little princess, you are! Why just look at you, you're no better than the rats in my kitchen, you-
Yvo keeps blinking, then turns and dashes out again, dropping her notebooks. She just runs now without a specific purpose.
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