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Post by Katie Dupré on Apr 3, 2016 11:06:44 GMT
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Pretty things, that's what her store would be filled with... an old brooch in a glass display along with the fresh water pearls and the antique gents watch. Then over next to the old dressmakers dummy a large mirror that had seen it all. Over the opposite side from the large sun filled window there was space for her tapestry she got last month from a sell in Silverstone, two towns over. Through the small archway there was space for lotions, hand made ones from a local family who did make the most healing and wonderful lotions... and a space for new stock, for when it was mother's day, or a birthday. Her store was unique, and very Katie... however it was still at the moment, an empty shell with a TON of boxes through the back. She knew that if she'd asked, Gabe or Josh would help her, but she'd put the store through a refurbishment and now she just had to add the finishing touches.
In the small room in the back was big enough that it would be for all the witch craft things that the town needed. And in the back, locked away, would be for the heavy duty stuff, the things only people who knew what they were talking about would need. Katie was looking forward to getting the store sorted, however right now, there was just a sea of boxes. She'd be happy once her store was looking like it did before, before she'd decided it needed a hand into the current decade... by making it look like an old time shop to match the antiques she'd be selling. Katie had photos of the store going back years, decades on the wall and now it fitted in well.
Katie had been running the store since her gran passed, even before it. And she had been reluctant at first to change the look of it. It had been like that since her gran's mother owned it, however it needed updating... by turning the tore itself into an antique look place. It now looked similar to the first time it opened (but with newer materials behind the decorations). She smiled, like the first store, however back then it had been called Clara's. Katie took off the sweater she'd been wearing, it may not be the heat of summer, but wow it was hot. She'd opened the window to let some air in, the cool air flushed in and seemed to dance around the shop, wanting to play with her and all the papers around the store. She drank some of the water from her mini fridge before eyeing up the mirror she wanted to put up in the store, behind the cash desk. It was heavy but Katie was stronger than your normal woman, not in a witch way, in a her Uncle made her carry what he made Josh carry way.
This mirror was special. The mirror had been given to her mother from her gran. It was inscribed on the back with their family tree, like a secret that only the owner knew about. That mirror had seen a lot, more than most, more than Katie knew as well. She was once told that the wood the frame was made from was the wood that had been Clara Dupré's first crib. She wasn't sure it was true, but it was a nice thought.
Just as she lifted the mirror the little bell above the door rung out she smiled, "Sorry we aren't open ye-." She said as she turned around to see who it was as best she could but frowned as the mirror she'd been moving fell against her foot, she squealed and moved away, "I'm fine..." She shrugged with a now forced smile due to the pain. Katie moved the mirror and limped over to the counter, "Can I help you? I mean we aren't open yet but I can try help."
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Post by Caleb Hutchinson on Apr 4, 2016 2:37:41 GMT
[googlefont="Griffy"][googlefont="Abel"] SEARCHING IN THE DARKNESS WE ARE CREATURES OF THE NIGHT RUNNING FROM THE DAY Living in such a small town gave little way for adventuring, and even smaller allowance for hiding away from his professional life, everywhere he turned he seemed to bump into a student or a family of someone he is currently teaching, or even worse, someone he had taught in the past. To make things even worse, it was hard to get hold of essentials for practicing making potions at home, something he kept on the down low, the thought of anyone ever finding out about his heritage petrified him, visions of Salem witch hangings came to his mind; with that though, he knew hardly any of the witches actually did die due to their fiendishly clever ways to protect themselves, or so his family had told him. Maybe that was just something to make him less anxious of the idea of the cities and towns bringing the trials back, then again, did anyone these days even believe in witchcraft? There had been rumours around town, well, he had heard a new shop was being opened by one of the founding families, that always bode well for him, potential new history books with ancient information, hidden things stashed away in their houses may be sold here, all he knew was he wanted them and he wanted to find out more about the town. Not from a historical point of view, but more simply because he was a nosy so and so, he just wanted dirt on everyone these days; there was never such thing as having too much information on someone, especially in such a small town where everyone seemed to know each other's business before they met the person. He wasn't entirely sure where this shop was opening, all he knew was that it was in the town square somewhere, most likely going to be in one of the many shut down shops that desperately needed to be brought back to life by someone, or something. After walking around with a banana flavoured milkshake in his hand for about ten minutes, he finally found the store, not even sure if it was open he pushed the door slightly. To his amazement, the door allowed for movement, followed by the chime of the bell at the top, and a young lady beginning to tell them they weren't actually open yet, and the sound of something hitting the floor. "Oh God, I'm so sorry, is it broken?" He asked apologetically, already prepared to be told it was going to cost him thousands of dollars to cover costs of breaking it. On the plus side, the young lady in front of him told him that she was fine, atleast he hadn't hurt her and broken her hopes completely. Growing up as an only child, he had learned quickly to apologise for things and not to even attempt to pin the blame on someone else, especially when he knew it was his fault something had happened. He looked at the mirror on the floor, then knelt down in an attempt to pick it up, but the store owner had already beat him to it, all he could do was stand there awkwardly as she limped away. "Are you sure you're okay? That limp doesn't look too good." He managed to just about get out after a minute or so of watching her and going over what had happened in his head a thousand times. She could technically attempt to get him done for assault or something, she could even launch an attack on him to get her own back, nothing would surprise him, what if her family were a secret mafia type family who would hunt him down and kill him in the night through hours of torture until he was practically begging for death? His mind was still racing, and he was sure his anxious stance and facial expression gave it away. Of course Caleb knew deep down that he hadn't done any major harm, or he had hoped not anyway, but convincing him of so was as much of a challenge as it was to even begin starting a whole new life in the wilderness away from society and being off the grid. When she finally asked if she could help him, but explained that they weren't actually open yet, he felt even worse. Typical Caleb, turning up when things aren't ready or open, or even worse, uninvited, he had done that a few times to events and that made things even more awkward. "Oh, uhm, well.." He stuttered as he took a quick glance around the shop, "I just heard you were opening, thought I'd pop by and see if I could get anything historical, you know, old, I'm a history teacher, you see," He finally managed to get out, stumbling his words and feeling foolish and stupid. "Are you sure you're not hurt?" He asked again, more for reassurance for himself than anything else. words: 824outfit: heretag: Katie Dupré other: hope you don't mind me hopping in!   |
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Post by Katie Dupré on Apr 5, 2016 22:51:57 GMT
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When she heard his voice and saw he was clearly concerned she shook her head. “No, no, it would take more than a little fumble to break this thing. It’s been going a while.” Katie explained, “And it wasn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have been lugging it around myself. My brother will kill me if he knew.” She told the new comer to the store. It was true, Josh would moan if he or Gabe knew she was trying to hang the mirror herself. She’d convince them to do it over the week. It was fine where it was now… as long as it wasn’t on her foot of course. Katie did wonder for a moment what would have happened if it had broken, she was sure it wouldn’t happen, but she did wonder if it was magically protected after all it had been Clara’s crib… she didn’t know.
Katie attention went back to the young guy in her store now, well half store. It was almost back to its former glory, almost. She did ask herself when she thought this was an easy and good idea… Good - yes, easy - umm no. “Yeah honestly I’m fine.” She told him as he showed again genuine concern, “I’ll walk it off, I always do.” Katie smiled and moved a little, putting weight on the foot to make sure what she was saying was correct. After all after the numerous times she’d gone all fighty fighty with Josh against god knows what he had to shake off stuff. Katie watched him carefully, he seemed like a nice normal guy - and yet there was something else. She wondered if it was what she suspected. The witch knew he was new in town, everyone would know he was new, Cloistere was that type of place, however she was slightly more in the loop thanks to her brother.
After she told him that they weren’t open, she saw his face fall a little, it was a shame he suddenly felt bad. As he looked around and spoke Katie nodded. Before she could answer him she walked over a little closer. “I’m sure I’m not hurt, look see…” She laughed lightly and did a quick dance to prove she was fine. If she knew him better she'd have pretended to hurt herself again - but thought better of it at the moment. “Well I’m no history teacher, however, I am a history buff myself. I went to college to study it and everything.” Katie told him and looked in a few boxes before finding the right one. “We were open before, it’s a refurbishment type thing we are going through. So we already have a lot of old stuff. I like antiques, and living here is a good source for estate sales and such.” She explained, “Here.” She smiled and passed him an old journal. It was one of a pastor from the area, it spoke about him finding witches and the likes.
Truth be told Katie looked for that one cause she wanted to know if he felt anything about that type of thing, she was sure he was of the supernatural persuasion. The witch continued with her description of the journal. “He hates witches at first, saying that America should adopt the traits of Scotland - burning witches not drowning or hanging, however over the course of the journal his mind set changes as he falls for a witch and she heals his illness and shows him kindness and caring.” She explained, a rare story from the 1700s. She pointed to another box, “I have different smaller items and such, the furniture and larger items aren’t in yet, but I have a book with photos you can look through. Or if you want to geek over stuff I go on buying trips every Tuesday I always invite people along to if they like that type of thing.” She told him. Katie liked that the community felt part of the store - more chance of them buying from her rather than Amazon that way! "Ohh I'm Katie, Katie Dupré. Long term resident and chatter box." She smiled warmly at him.
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Post by Caleb Hutchinson on Apr 6, 2016 1:14:30 GMT
[googlefont="Griffy"][googlefont="Abel"] SEARCHING IN THE DARKNESS WE ARE CREATURES OF THE NIGHT RUNNING FROM THE DAY She seemed fine, which was a definite bonus for Caleb as far as he was concerned, he could finally feel a bit more relaxed in the new surrounding, something he hadn't really ever done too well with in the past. Even though he love exploring and finding new places, it always took him time to adjust, heavens knows how he ever survived with constantly moving from town to town when he was a child with his family, but that was one thing that was consistent in his life. Now he barely hears from them, it's almost as if he flew the nest never to come back home, heck, he didn't even know if they were still living up in Ohio where he left them. Of course, it would be a shame if they had uprooted and not told him, but it wasn't like he couldn't just do a simple locator spell on them to find them again, and he was sure they were keeping tabs on him one way or another.
He listened to her as she spoke about being a bit of a history buff herself, and attending college for it, then when she spoke about the store being refurbished, his interested piked a little more; this meant there was more chance of antiques and hidden gems, more than anything he was looking for books on the town history that he could use for classes once he had done his own research and got a better understanding of the town. "That sounds excellent, are you planning on taking your history studies any further?" He asked out of interest, he could always use a second pair of hands when it came to unearthing cultural and historical pieces whenever he went out of town, which wasn't often anymore now he had a full time job that kept him tied down.
Once she passed him a book, he began to feel slightly more empowered, not in a sense that he could suddenly go on a huge murderous rampage, but more enlightened, it was almost as if he didn't need to read the book; he could almost feel the hatred and the love coming from it at the same time. "I'm sure this book is definitely worth the read..." He muttered as he stared at it, almost in a sort of trance. Odd, he had never experienced this before. In saying that, he hadn't experienced a lot of things that he had been experiencing since he got into this town; it was almost as if it had a huge secret to unearth that he hadn't yet caught onto. Other odd things had been happening around the house, he had been putting things down and then finding them in other odd places, but he put that down to being unsettled and putting them in other places, almost on auto-pilot. Not only that, however, he had been finding himself having odd dreams recently, never recalling the ability to see into the future or the past and having these dreams unsettled him, but who could he turn to in a new town and discuss these things? It's not like they had a shop with a sign 'Witches retreat' in the front window.
One final thing he needed was somewhere to shop for things he could put into his potions, he reminded himself he could not forget them no matter what he found here, especially when the fact his parents were so skilled in the craft, he almost felt as if he owed it to them to learn how to create them half decently. "How much for the book, sorry?" He piped up looking a bit more human, the colour beginning to return to his face slightly where it had whitened before when he entered the trance like state. His fingertips grazed over the front cover of the book, "Witches, though, did you say that the pastor and the witch live in this town?" He asked inquisitively, a small, yet a potential lead on his hunt for people of his own kind. There was definitely something about the girl standing in front of him, but he didn't want to call her out on anything and look ridiculous, yet he wasn't even sure if his intuition was correct on this occasion. Quite often he had thought things about people and they turned out to be false, maybe a bit of a let down of a witch, but he could cast a mean hex if he wanted to. He knew that, and most of the people he used to socialise with within a small magical community his family used to be part of found out, too.
Family. At the age of 30 he knew time was beginning to run out, he felt like it was time to get a family of his own, but being gay posed it's own problems; how to go about getting a child, surrogacy? Adoption? All the things he had to consider, then there was the financial aspect, and where to school them, and how would they react if they found out they had supernatural parents? Or one of them being supernatural? Hell, screw the kids, how would he get around to telling his partners? That was when Katie disrupted his mild zoning out by introducing herself, she seemed nice enough and definitely described herself well with chatter box. "Caleb, Caleb Hutchinson, new in town and the new local odd ball with a knack for history and past mythology." He beamed back at her, then remembered about the herbs he needed, unsure about how to approach asking about buying them he decided to hold off. He could always say they were going to be used for incence, but who was going to believe that? Anyone who ever dealt with them knew they generally they smell vulgar.
"You know, I might have to take you up on that offer, that sounds delightful." He said in response to her offering to join the little buying hunt, he couldn't think of anything better to do during his down time, especially if he had all of his marking down and he knew that Tuesdays tended to be his more free'd up days with his class schedule. It disheartened him slightly that not as many people had taken up History as an elective class, he assumed more people would have done, especially with a town such as this, probably rich with the stuff. words: 1,073outfit: heretag: Katie Dupré other: guess who cant sleep |
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