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Post by hawkeyes on Oct 17, 2010 15:54:50 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,430,true] | [atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2jalua8.jpg] This day was already beginning to bother Evangeline Adams. There was a definite thickness in the air as she walked down the stretch of boardwalk known as the harbor, listening to the crewmen of the boats wail and shout at each other and hearing the crash of the waves against the docks. The air was tangible and filled with the smell of the water, the musky and salty smell of it. There was an annoying breeze blowing through her freshly dyed straw-colored hair with red lowlights underneath. Her blue eyes roamed the harbor, looking for something that should set her off as she chewed her lip nervously.
She hated to be alone. So why was she alone? That was the beautiful question, it seemed. Why was she alone? The Thief did not like the loneliness of being alone, for lack of better words. She hated it. But she hadn't found that special someone that could put up with all her shenanigans yet, and until then, she would have to wait and figure out how to live by herself.
She began to hum to herself jollily, trying to get her mind off of how no one else seemed to be on the harbor at this time, and how suddenly the sky had gotten very dark. She was just thinking it was going to storm when the first crack of thunder rumbled across the sky. She squealed, dashing under the cover of one of the few shops here. She went inside, figuring she might as well look around while there was a storm.
What is this place? The inside was whitewash walls with plain little tables and various cheesy items on them, laid out to be appealing but only reaching the kid level of it. She walked forward, trailing her fingers along the knickknacks and wondering how the person got any business. She made her way through the piles of junk to the shopkeeper, a prissy looking woman. "Excuse me," she said, tapping her fingers on the counter, desperate for company as the third rumble in the minute came across the sky.
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