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Post by Saffron on Aug 16, 2010 9:46:21 GMT -5
Saffron was standing in the middle of a field of dead- well everything. Flowers, grass, trees. It looked like someone had set it all on fire. Of all things this war had brought on, this was one of the more depressing.
She saw something move out of the corner of her eye. 'You kill my flowers I kill you,' she thought,inching her dagger into her hand, turning towards the motion.
An hour later Saffron was back at her shop, washing off her hands. Her cloths changed and washed already.
Someone rang the shop bells.
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Post by Eleanor Smith on Aug 17, 2010 11:29:38 GMT -5
(ooc. I'm sure Elly's very proud.)
Elly walked in.
"Oi! Saffron!" She said. "Some dude guy just turned up in a meadow. The kill was pretty damn impressive and Dad's trumped. Says it doesn't look like any other killer's MO and it coulda only been done maybe an hour ago...Gosh, if I could meet that person.....Saw a few Crescents on my way over and they said that person would be a great addition....I"m also wonder that since the murder only took place an hour ago, if I should be worried about how fast news gets around in this town........Oh well! Cookies!"
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Post by Saffron on Aug 17, 2010 11:48:31 GMT -5
"Even for a big city, small town charm is here," Saffron said, coming out to the front- with a plate of cookies.
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Post by Eleanor Smith on Aug 17, 2010 11:51:15 GMT -5
"Wait! They don't have poison in them, right? Sorry, I have to ask." She said. "Yeah..And happy birthday! I remembered and I got you a prezzie! And still....If I met that person, I'd induct them into the Crescents right away...Well, if they wanted to, anyway." She handed her her present. (ooc. www.amazon.com/Set-Assorted-Bookmarks-Handcrafted-Pressed/dp/B001N0D4HC ) |
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Post by Saffron on Aug 17, 2010 11:59:52 GMT -5
Saffron shook her head.
"No poisen, promise," she said, and accepted the present with a hug. "Merci!"
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Post by Eleanor Smith on Aug 17, 2010 12:00:41 GMT -5
"Open it! Open!" Elly said. "And welcome. That's good. Don't eat my cooking, just FYI."
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Post by Saffron on Aug 17, 2010 12:06:51 GMT -5
"You have too many spills for one to eat your cooking," saffron said. Then opened the present. "Thank you!"
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Post by Eleanor Smith on Aug 17, 2010 12:14:22 GMT -5
"I thought you'd like something to spice up your reading." She said. "And my cooking is NOT that bad! Its' just fine! And I only spill when I want to!"
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Post by Saffron on Aug 17, 2010 12:31:35 GMT -5
"You tend to like to spill," Saffron said. "Then forget the antidotes name."
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Post by Eleanor Smith on Aug 17, 2010 12:40:37 GMT -5
"Conviently or not?" She asked. "Or do you even murder people Saffron?"
Nah, Saffron was too good.
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Post by Saffron on Aug 17, 2010 12:44:51 GMT -5
"What reason would I have to kill?" Saffron said.
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Post by Eleanor Smith on Aug 17, 2010 12:46:49 GMT -5
"Anger, jealousy, hatred, malice, revenge, self defense, job, boredom." She said.
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Post by Saffron on Aug 17, 2010 13:10:04 GMT -5
"Oh...well..yes..." Saffron said. "Those are the usual reasons."
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Post by Eleanor Smith on Aug 17, 2010 13:14:55 GMT -5
"Saffron, you ok?" Elly asked. "You look alittle pale.'
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Post by Saffron on Aug 17, 2010 13:16:51 GMT -5
"I'm always pale...." Saffron said confused.
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