[STYLE=border-left: 5px solid #f4f4f4; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]She’d tell herself that it makes no sense to get lost, that she’s lived long enough in the city that this shouldn’t happen, but there are places she hasn’t been before and probably always will be and next thing Eva knows she’s gotten turned around. It had been supposed to be her day off, but she always left her phone on, just in case. It had been an emergency, but that was over now.
The streets are crowded and they always are, and really she has learned to deal with it but sometimes it just- it’s a feeling she gets. A need to not be shoulder to shoulder with someone she doesn’t know, someone she can’t read. Nevermind a crowd. So she walks a little faster, so she keeps on avoiding eye contact, until she needs to weave through and just move away from where most others seem to be heading.
And then she ducks into a store without doing more than glancing at the sign. Admittedly not the safest or smartest move but … Well, it doesn’t seem too bad, actually. Hopefully. Eva adjusts her purse and takes a few steps away from the door, making sure not to block it while she glances around. "Ah, hello ...?" [/style]
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Last Edit: Dec 24, 2012 2:13:57 GMT -5 by eva hoffman
Post by varnock acerbi on Dec 24, 2012 2:59:59 GMT -5
The shop you had ducked into was a bit bigger than what the outside might imply, and better lit than some. Various antiques adorned shelves throughout the shop and stood on, or next to, the many pieces of furniture that were also on sale. A cat sat across the room in a comfortable looking armchair and simply stared towards the you and the door that swung closed silently. As always Ellen sent a message to Varnock on who it was that had entered, but he was already on his way down as usual.
The well oiled door behind the counter that led to the apartments on the second floor opened to admit Varnock into the shop to eye his newest (potential) customer. He grinned and spoke up to get her attention. "Welcome to Acerbi's Antiques. Can I help you find anything or are you just browsing?" He didn't seem as cheerful about asking if you were just browsing though.
Ellen sighed to herself as her gaze remained on the blonde that had entered the shop. Another human (probably) that she didn't know. She really needed to find some more people to talk with before she went crazy from boredom. At least that vampire had been a nice change of pace comparatively. Oh well, nothing to do but wait and watch.
[STYLE=border-left: 5px solid #f4f4f4; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]There's ... a cat in the shop, and it takes a moment for Eva to assess that it is indeed real. The animal adds an atmosphere to the place, even if she can't find the right word for it just yet.
She might have come in to glean a few free breaths from the crowd, but now the wheels in her head are turning as she pulls her eyes from the cats, glancing over the shelves. She hadn't returned the last voice mail, had told herself that she would get right to it any day now ... almost five days ago. Perhaps a trinket along with a letter, this time. Letters were easier to communicate through via silences over the phone. The old-fashioned, "close to the heart" feel a letter gave might be appreciated.
A gift perhaps more so. They hadn't had valuables lining the walls when she had been a child, because ...
Well, gift shopping wouldn't do any good if no one was-
Her attention is pulled when the shopkeeper speaks, her focus splintered as she looks at him. She nods, gives a soft, "Thank you," even if it is a formality. "Actually ... I'm not sure what I'm looking for, exactly." There is no sheepishness in her words, and she takes a few steps further in, red eyes flicking back to the shelves. "I need to be able to mail it." There. That wasn't so hard. [/style]
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Post by varnock acerbi on Dec 25, 2012 1:55:29 GMT -5
Ellen began to groom herself silently as the blond spoke. She didn't even have a reason to be in here then. Probably not a Waker then. They really seemed as indecisive as Sleepers for some reason. Maybe it was because Wakers were always trying to improve some form of power or another while the Sleepers just moved on with their boring little lives. How anyone could stand it she would never know. She didn't even understand how Varnock managed to deal with them all so often. The sheer boredom they experienced might leak off and make the shop more boring by extent.
Varnock glanced down as Ellen's thoughts twisted off in a grumpy tangent. She had been in a terrible mood recently and he couldn't at all tell why. Well whatever it was he would have to deal with it later. The customer came first after all. "Hmm... Something you can mail... Depends on what for. I have charms and rings of all sorts, and plenty of decorative smaller items that wouldn't have an outrageous shipping cost. I even have a few knives in the back room that could be used for a nice bit of decoration. Maybe you can tell me about the person you're mailing it to? Or maybe you would just like to look around before I offer more suggestions?"
Nothing here could hurt a sleeper, or at least nothing could hurt them anymore. He had made very sure that everything he couldn't dispel or preferred to keep enchanted was carefully warded with the best of his abilities to prevent any hapless Sleeper from hurting themselves or someone else. Now if one of them ended up waking themselves by accidentally breaking his wards... well that was neither here nor there. He just needed to help his customer after all.
[STYLE=border-left: 5px solid #f4f4f4; padding: 20px; text-align: justify;]Just the thought of sending a dagger as a gift wins a smile from Eva, as if the man has joked, and she has to remind herself that he is very likely entirely serious. There is a slow nod, and the smile is strangled down. But she's paying attention now, and he does seem to be quite right; the antique store has quite the variety. Even if she wasn't quite able to describe it yet.
'Quaint' had a condescending connotation, really. So did 'quirky,' come to think of it. And ... hmm, no, 'cozy' didn't quite fit for some reason, or maybe that was just her. Eva wasn't about to wast time playing Goldilocks with adjectives, though.
When he asks, she speaks easily enough. "My parents, actually." Suggestions might be nice. A piece of jewelry, perhaps ... but then should she get something specific for her father as well? That ... could get complicated. No, better to stick to something unisex. [/style]
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Post by varnock acerbi on Dec 30, 2012 4:41:36 GMT -5
He got a smile from her, even if he wasn't quite sure why, which was a good thing. Customers who couldn't smile came too often for his enjoyment. Her parents she said though... A weapon was definitely out of the question then. Maybe a smaller decoration to avoid exorbitant shipping fees? He had a fine selection of lamps and vases... He grinned and gave a snap of his fingers. He had it.
"How about a music box? I have a handful in the shop and each of them is quite lovely. They all seem to have quite a calming effect on those listening to them as well." Courtesy of his own brand of warding, of course. He would be happy to get them out there to see how effective it might be. If she came back to complain, well he would deal with that if it happened. "If that wouldn't work I have a fine selection of smaller items to avoid the shipping fee for weighty items."
Ellen held in a sigh. She could just tell this one was boring. Why couldn't they get more customers like Mildred so she had someone to talk to? She was tempted to up and horrify the human in front of her by busting out into song. Or Russian. She wondered which would be scarier... Meanwhile Varnock held in a feeling of alarm as he mentally chastised Ellen for even thinking something like that.
You and your handy note section... Ellen is grumpy because she doesn't have enough people to talk with. I'm tempted to have her follow Eva out just to scare her though...
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