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Post by Mercedes Haerters on Sept 8, 2010 22:04:44 GMT -5
Izabella had asked Mercedes to go buy groceries. It would’ve been easy, if she weren’t buying groceries for about fifty kids and four adults. There were a few extra people working at the orphanage, none of them very strong though, with the exception of Lazarus, but he was more of a come and go kind of guy who just hung around for Izzy (and yes, Mercy did notice the way he looked at her, and was beginning to think that she needed to push them together or something). Well, there were about seven dragon children, maybe eight to ten werewolf children, way more than necessary amount of caster children (it seemed Casters were dying off quicker), and then a few shifters. There weren’t any vampires. Well, that was more than likely due to the fact that vampires always seemed to be capable of taking care of themselves. But that was a good thing, because Mercy didn’t like the idea of dealing with vampires. Dragons were fine – vampires were scum. She had to make all of these kids have a better life than she ever had. She needed to remember to buy food that each kid liked, and also buy herbs and stuff for the casters to use to do whatever the hell it was they did.
Mercedes hummed while walking through the market, her fingers ran over the front part of the baskets and stuff, her eyes following the colors of the fruits and vegetables. Really, the most important thing was meat. Lots of meat; she hummed softly while picking what vegetables and fruits she wanted and putting them into a basket. She brushed her hair from her face and kept humming along as she moved through the small market and picking the foods she desired. There was a song stuck in her head, and she’d been trying to hum it all the way through all day, but kept getting half way through, blanking and starting from the beginning again. Sometimes she accidentally started to sing it, though usually under her breath. “still alive but I’m barely breathin, prayin to a god I don’t believe in, cause I got time while he got freedom…” she went right back into humming and put some apples into her basket. She sighed softly and began to walk without watching where she was going.
Mercy… was known to cause trouble; maybe not on purpose, actually usually on accident. She was a klutz in every sense of the word. She couldn’t really go a day without messing up in some way. Today had been a pretty green-light day. She had yet to mess up or hurt herself, but then again the day was just beginning. So Izabella’s choice in sending a person out to grocery shop was pretty poor. Well, that fact was going to be proved soon enough. Mercy pulled some peaches from the box they were in and put them gently into her basket. She proceeded over to the counter and set the basket down then went digging for the money she’d been given to pay for the stuff. She handed the cashier the money and let them put all of the food into bags which Mercy then took out to the motorcycle she had. Yeah, Mercy drove a motorcycle, but very rarely as gas was kind of scarce and all that. The only time she drove it was when she had to go grocery shopping or go on a long trek. Basically it had a trailer to put the food in which was her only use for it. So she put the veggies and fruits into the trailer then went to the butcher’s to get some nice cuts of meet.
She didn’t really make it all the way to the butchers. She kinda sorta… tripped in the middle of the road and face planted. Rather than get up and whine, she just sat up and blinked slowly. Her nose was bleeding. Just freakin great. That’s JUST what she needed. Well, this proved she was a klutz. No getting away from it now. She pushed herself to stand up and wobbled a little. Okay NOT a good idea. She fell back over onto her butt and stared blankly forward. This was unfortunate.
 THIS THREAD IS: OPEN
THIS STORY STARS mercy and she’s WEARING this. LETS TALK ABOUT THESE NOTES blah blah blah. AND MIGHT I ADD THAT ALL CREDITS FOR THIS BABE GO TO mars |
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Post by Nyssa Flitt on Sept 9, 2010 7:26:38 GMT -5
 'like M U S I C to me.[/b][/center] ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° [/size] So...incredibly....bored. That was what was running through Nys' mind as she wandered through the trees in the forest, not really paying attention to where she was going. She was so incredibly bored, really, truly at a loss as to what to do with herself at the moment. She wanted to practice mending wounds, learn some more tricks of the trade, but the guy who usually helped her with those sorts of things had decided that he was far too bored to be bothered with that today. So, she basically had a day off. Which probably would have been fantastic to anyone, other than Nys. You see, Nys was they type of person whole absolutely had to keep busy. If she didn't have something to do, she kind of felt pointless. So, at times like these, she felt utterly useless. She was sure that this showed, as well. No longer was she her usual sunshine ray-like self, she was kind of absent minded and resentful. People could tell she needed to do something to keep sane, so they usually came up with some mundane task for her do, that kept her occupied for the time being.
She wandered back towards the small hut that the healers used to store their supplies, hoping that one of them would have a task just as that, something brainless she could do. After a little negotiating, it was discovered that they needed some more gauze, as well a few specific salves that they used for different sorts of wounds. She happily took the order, writing the details down on a small piece of paper which she stowed in the back pocket of her white, twill shorts. She had paired the white shorts with a summery, lemon yellow halter top blouse, which was decorated with white lace detail. She wore her classic coverse on her feet, also lemon yellow. She topped the whole thing off with her silver and diamond encrusted heart bangle. This was a gift from her dad, something that had been her mother's but, since she died in a terrible accident, had been given to her. She was the oldest daughter, after all, so it seemed only fitting. Her dad said she looked so much like her mom, growing more and more alike her every day, that the gift seemed only fitting. They were both full of so much love and kindness.
Nys took the small, sensible car that one of the healers owned, and allowed the others to use. She saw no point in owning her own car, as, the only time she ever went very far, was when she had to go to Elya. She drove rather fast, not bothering to take in the sights, just happy to have a direction. It wasn't long before she had arrived to the fair city, which was bustling, as it was already about midday. She was happy, she realized, very lighthearted. She intended to take her time getting the things, least she go back and be bored once more. She was headed to a stand which sold some of the salves she needed, which was about across the street from the butcher's shop. She saw the girl slip and fall and, being naturally empathetic, winced herself. Nobody else really seemed to notice the poor girl, sprawled in the street. Nys began to walk towards her, intending to help. It was then that she realized the girl's nose was bleeding, and she began to hurry towards her. As she tried to get up, swaying, Nyssa reached her side. "Hey, there. Do you think you'd like some help? I'm a healer."
[/b] [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° [/size] 'the TAG. mercedes
'the COUNT. six hundred and four
'the OUTFIT. this
'the SONG. set fire to the third bar by snow patrol
'the PICTURES. coti - tastic?! of caution 2.0 [/size] |
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