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Florist
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Post by KLARA BROUGHER on Nov 3, 2014 19:24:51 GMT -6
| failure is fleeting I’m gonna walk a hundred miles I’m gonna whistle all the while If that’s what it takes to make me smile I’m gonna walk a hundred miles I’m gonna run right up this hill Summer sky or winter chill If I gotta take a break I will But I’m gonna run right up this hill I wanna hold the whole wide world Right here in my open hands Maybe I’m just a little girl A little girl with great big plans I’m gonna go and take a chance I’m gonna learn to ballet dance Learn a little something ‘bout romance I’m gonna go and take a chance I'm --- Her parents liked to take little mini-vacations occasionally. Klara and her brother usually took turns watching over the store, but Klara hadn’t been feeling very social that day and told her brother to take the day off as well.
It had been mostly quiet save for a few people who only wanted some advice, but she could usually push a sale out of those, even if they were small. They didn’t sell just plants, they also sold some specific tools to help with gardens, seeds, and pots for people who wanted an indoor plant. Those were usually the big sellers most of the year, until the seasons changed and people needed new plants to replace the ones they lost during winter.
The little shop was sometimes pretty tight if there were a lot of people in it. It was just a little one-room building that was line from floor to ceiling with goods, and Klara sat in the center with her little pouch of coins and sometimes items people bartered and traded for.
Though she was told to get currency whenever she could.
A chime jingled when another customer walked in. Klara looked up from the shelf she was straightening—a woman and her young son had come through fifteen minutes earlier and the boy had gone and messed the whole display up. Klara didn’t mind so much because it gave her something to do, but at the time she had been a little miffed that his mom hadn’t controlled him a bit better.
To no surprise, Klara didn’t recognize the person. They had a generic look about them, and she didn’t interact with customers long enough to memorize any other features. “Hello, welcome!” she greeted the girl with a smile. “How can I make your day more green?”
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Post by RUNE SILVERTHORNE on Nov 4, 2014 2:23:27 GMT -6
a toymaker's creation 'Cause these chords are hypnotizing and the whole world's harmonizing so please children stop your crying and just sing along with me! "Anise Hyssop... Interesting name." was the comment of a dark haired girl who walked down the padded down path to what everyone knew was the Florist's direction. The name she had just recited was not that of a person but rather a plant's, one that she was sent on an errand to get. She had ordered one just a day earlier and had to returned a few hours later for the usual batch of Borage seeds. Now she and Doc had purchased those seeds everyday, making almost a ritual of it as they often went missing soon after they were found.
It's not that they were stolen or something silly like that but rather Doc would often give them to the lady-wives of his various friends, growing some himself in his own personal little underground garden. He had told her that he was experimenting with them, seeing if he could created more food by making the plant larger, more nutritious, and best of all - more available. But alas, his attempts failed almost as soon as he began do to various conditions. He had tried changed the area from which they thrived, placing them out in the forest or even in the niches between people's homes so they would not get stepped on or devoured. Alas they were all failures as the special soil he created often made weeds grow twice as fast and four times as thirsty, thirsty enough to dry out itself as well as it's edible neighbor. He even tried making a roof garden, only succeeding with Marigold so far, giving their home a most noticeable aspect.
Rune made her way to the entrance of the shop, noticing that this day's shelves looked rather... disarranged, something that the current clerk was working on fixing. The current clerk and the only clerk it seemed for no other person was in the store. And Rune knew them all since the first time she visited. Dull blue eyes were upon a young blond haired girl with similarly colored eyes but her's boasting life. Life yet no recognition. Rune always found that strange and curious but she had always been on the job so she didn't spend the time to ask. "Hello." Rune echoed, "One potted Anise Hyssop if you have any. As well as a bag of usual." With that, Rune reached to the satchel at her hip, drawing out the soothing jingling of coin. |
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Post by KLARA BROUGHER on Nov 4, 2014 10:29:31 GMT -6
| failure is fleeting I’m gonna walk a hundred miles I’m gonna whistle all the while If that’s what it takes to make me smile I’m gonna walk a hundred miles I’m gonna run right up this hill Summer sky or winter chill If I gotta take a break I will But I’m gonna run right up this hill I wanna hold the whole wide world Right here in my open hands Maybe I’m just a little girl A little girl with great big plans I’m gonna go and take a chance I’m gonna learn to ballet dance Learn a little something ‘bout romance I’m gonna go and take a chance I'm --- The little saying still felt a little strange coming from Klara, but her father had come up with it and demanded that when greeting customers one should always say it. Klara understood only that her father wanted them to be a little bit unique, and having the shop’s own personal slogan would help.
It was still new to her, so sometimes she messed it up, but she was glad she had said it right this time. She had a lot of practice today, being the only worker in the shop.
"One potted Anise Hyssop if you have any. As well as a bag of usual," the girl requested with practiced ease.
Klara paused for a second, staring at the customer for just a bit too longer than what was probably polite. The usual? Was this girl really a regular? A certain tightness filled her chest and she tried to decide who this person was just by staring at them, but she couldn’t pick it out. She didn’t recognize the hair style, the clothes, or the way she stood or spoke. Not even her voice struck a chord.
She felt bad, but she was going to have to ask.
“I have the Anise, but. . . I’m afraid you’ll have to be more specific about what your ‘usual’ is.” A faint blush colored her cheeks and she finally tore her gaze away from the girl. Staring wasn’t going to help her figure it out any faster. She hunched her shoulders and added a faint, “Sorry.”
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Post by RUNE SILVERTHORNE on Nov 4, 2014 13:45:33 GMT -6
a toymaker's creation 'Cause these chords are hypnotizing and the whole world's harmonizing so please children stop your crying and just sing along with me! The apprentice had no thought on the girl's more unique welcoming, placing it in attempt to gather more customers by giving them a cheery outlook. Though Rune couldn't be cheery even if she tried and so her main focus was on the plants she was sent to get. She didn't even move, staring back at the girl who bore holes into her being with unrecognizing eyes. She had been here every other day, sometimes everydays when time called for it and this was one such time.
Now Rune knew she'd talked to this girl before, she had talked to her and her brother for purchases (as somehow the blackette managed to come when they were the cashiers). She knew most merchants didn't bother to remember their customers unless they either: one - were regulars; or two - the merchant just didn't want to forget. But this girl... It looked as though she was trying very, very hard to recognize her. Normally Rune wouldn't mind but... lets be honest, she was a very hard person to forget. Whether it was her stoic face or monotone voice or her sometimes not-so-inner theory-thoughts escaped her, people would always seem to remember her. Though it could have also been thanks to her child sized form, many of the food merchants she bought from remembered her from that. Always calling her 'Runey' and such.
When the girl had finally looked away, the dark haired female felt this... spark. Now whether it was annoyance of having to be specific when she always had to be specific or maybe it was just something snapping in her, the girl was going to act on an action that she really shouldn't have acted on.
In a few quick steps just after the blond had finished and was reddening all by herself, Rune trotted till she was right in front of her. The height difference was obvious but that didn't stop Rune from trying to grab ahold of the girl's face and turning it straight towards her. "I come almost everyday. Do you not recognize me? Can you not see me? How about if I'm this close? Do I need to get closer?" The girl started to bring her emotionless face closer, close enough that she could probably touch noses with the other girl.
Welp so much for emotion. Anyone who knew her knew that this was Rune's usual curiosity, but then - this girl didn't seem to recognize her let alone know her. |
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Florist
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Post by KLARA BROUGHER on Nov 7, 2014 12:43:46 GMT -6
| failure is fleeting I’m gonna walk a hundred miles I’m gonna whistle all the while If that’s what it takes to make me smile I’m gonna walk a hundred miles I’m gonna run right up this hill Summer sky or winter chill If I gotta take a break I will But I’m gonna run right up this hill I wanna hold the whole wide world Right here in my open hands Maybe I’m just a little girl A little girl with great big plans I’m gonna go and take a chance I’m gonna learn to ballet dance Learn a little something ‘bout romance I’m gonna go and take a chance I'm --- Klara wasn’t sure if the girl was legitimately curious or if she had taken Klara’s inability to recognize her as a great insult, but either way the customer wound up in Klara’s face, talking quick and looking confused. Klara resisted the urge to get physical with her and shove her away and instead backed up to put some space between them.
“Of course I can see you! I’m not blind! I just don’t recognize you!” she said defensively, her face flush. She managed to keep her expression mild instead of furious. Personal space—had this girl heard of it?
She huffed and hid herself behind her little counter, glowering slightly. Her heart was beating faster than it probably should have been, but Klara wasn’t particularly good at handling any sort of conflict, and in her book this pretty much counted as a conflict and she was having a hard time figuring out what to say or do.
“I’m sorry if I upset you. . . I didn’t mean to. Just—you wanted Anise Hyssop, and what else?” she asked, her voice shaking just a little bit. Her hands were trembling with all the force of not exploding.
Usually no one seemed to pay any mind to whether or not she recognized them. Some of the older customers teased her about it, but no one questioned it. They’d just accepted it as one of her little quirks. Other times she had to explain it to somebody, but usually it was few and far between that someone actually got irate over the fact that she couldn’t recognize them.
Though she didn’t know whether or not this particular client was irate, it was the only way she knew how to interpret her actions.
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Post by RUNE SILVERTHORNE on Nov 10, 2014 14:25:35 GMT -6
a toymaker's creation 'Cause these chords are hypnotizing and the whole world's harmonizing so please children stop your crying and just sing along with me!
Rune did not pursue the girl when she had backed away, clearly uncomfortable about the apprentice's little... moments. Not that Rune would have noticed, or felt bad about even if she did; she was just that kind of curious quake. The dark haired girl tilted her head at the other, a physical sign of curiosity or questioning; at the blond's flushed face and defensive words. Had her own words seem thorned? She didn't mean to sound harsh, though the girl could do little about changing the tone in her voice outside its usual monotone. Still sometimes she managed to pull off the feat without even noticing, which was its own curious case.
"Of course you aren't blind. Your eyes do not show the cloudiness of blindness nor do you have any contraption to help you about if you were as such." Rune agreed rather factually, "I'm still curious as to why you do not recognize me. I visited at least once a day or every other day and I have seen you... Maybe I'm just that forgettable." Rune tried making sense of the blond's inability, ruling out this and that while taking in other things. It made little sense and it drove her mind into a strange calculation that involved a whole assortment of processes and results. Something too complicated for anyone outside the realm of medicine, or rather science; to make complete sense of.
Blue eyes followed the bright haired woman as she chose to hide behind her counter, apologizing for something she did not do and repeating Rune's earlier order. The girl straightened herself, walking over to the counter with money pouch in hand. "You did not offend me, I was merely curious," Rune confirmed, "Anise Hyssop and a bag of Borage seeds."
Her eyes remained on the curious being before her, more or less staring in a not-so-polite way as she waited. Her delicately built hands opened the cloth container, pulling out the amount of coins that would be needed to pay for the items and placing them delicately on the counter.
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Post by KLARA BROUGHER on Nov 14, 2014 10:38:37 GMT -6
| failure is fleeting I’m gonna walk a hundred miles I’m gonna whistle all the while If that’s what it takes to make me smile I’m gonna walk a hundred miles I’m gonna run right up this hill Summer sky or winter chill If I gotta take a break I will But I’m gonna run right up this hill I wanna hold the whole wide world Right here in my open hands Maybe I’m just a little girl A little girl with great big plans I’m gonna go and take a chance I’m gonna learn to ballet dance Learn a little something ‘bout romance I’m gonna go and take a chance I'm --- Now irrevocably riled up, Klara tried to calm down by busying herself with finding the stuff that the girl had asked for. She remembered the name, now, thanks to the things she had asked for. Only one person really came in regularly for Borage seeds and now that she thought about it, the long dark hair did slightly remind her of that person—a girl named Rune, she believed.
She would have to commit the hair style to memory. Without openly staring, Klara tried to memorize the way her body was shaped, the way she held herself. The voice might be easier, but she would have to get her to talk just a little bit more to get that to work.
And it seemed she wasn’t going to get away with not telling her exactly what was wrong with her.
That was something she really hated doing.
Klara pulled up the bag of seeds and then excused herself for a moment to find the Anise that she asked for. It was right where she thought it was, in the back with the rest of the potted plants sitting outside in the sun. It was all part of the shop and people could get back there to look at what plants they had. Back home, her mom kept up the green house. Every day they tried to have a slightly different selection of plants for people to choose from.
“Anise and Borage seeds,” she murmured, managing the tiniest of smiles as she set them on the counter.
The way the girl looked at her made her nervous, and she sighed and tugged at a few locks of her hair. “Just—it won’t matter how often you show up here. I don’t even recognize my own parents when they first walk in the door,” she admitted, leaning forward on her elbows and resting her cheeks on her hands.
“When I was young I fell off a small cliff and hit my head real bad. Afterwards, I haven’t ever been able to recognize anyone. It’s like—it’s like every time I lose sight of someone, no matter how long I’ve been maintaining eye contact, trying to commit their face to memory, when I get sight of them again they have a completely different face.” It was the best way she knew how to explain it.
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