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Post by Ademar on Nov 28, 2008 20:30:21 GMT -5
Nathaniel was only half paying attention to his sister as she told him what she had been up to for the past year or so. The one thing that caught his attention back to her was when she mentioned that she had run into an odd smelling trail on the way to school a few days ago. "Smelled like..a wolf...but then it smelled like a man...I've never smelled anything like it in my life" Nathaniel looked down to his sister and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Everything is fine, don't worry about it, you do remember where we are don't you? I'm more than sure there are still some...friends, from La Push still roaming about. Don't get over excited about anything."
She nodded and smiled kissing his cheek "You're right Nathaniel, forgive me for being so jumpy."
"There is nothing to be sorry for. Now, where were you planning on going?" he asked as the clouds began to rain a thin, light sheet over them. He lifted up his hood and smiled lifting up his sisters for her. Of course Ashlyn complained about him being too brotherly, but she only teased him.
"I was actually just going to go home to continue working on the new beta" She smirked
Ashlyn was an at home programmer for Blizzard Entertainment, the company behind World of War craft. Computers had always been her fortay. She could program anything from the ground up, and hack into any mainframe, but she didn't waste her time with such frivolous crimes. She had no need to invade anyone's privacy. She just loved programming games as a hobby, considering they had all the time in the world and never had to sleep.
Nathaniel nodded. "Alright, I guess ill just cruise around for a while, maybe just enjoy the surroundings. Its good to be back in Forks." He smiled and rubbed her head gently
"Indeed...maybe the others will come join us later on."
"I hope so...I miss them...well, go on home, I might...get something to eat before i head home tonight so don't wait up on me."
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Post by Aurora on Nov 30, 2008 12:58:54 GMT -5
Casey stare at the board for a while as if wishing that something would pop out at her. She really wanted to get a job and help out. She turned around finally though and slid down up against the wall next to the board until she was sitting down. She sighed before she hit her head on the wall. "Ouch..." When she looked up she saw that she was beside the recording room for the student. "hmm...music room..." That gave her the idea of trying the record store in town for a job. Casey didn't know how she was going to get there until David passed by.
"David!" She called as she got up and hurried over to him as he made his way out of the school hallway and down the stairs to the parking lot.
"Hey...you're going to town now right?" She asked almost innocently.
"yea, Mr. Locksley will be extremely upset if I don't get that new shipment of paint on the shelf before tomorrow." He chuckled.
Casey smiled. "well, I was wondering if I could tag along, into town I mean. I just got a great idea for a job, but I let my sister go on ahead with the truck."
He smiled warmly. "Yea of course Casey, no prob...hop in.." They were already at his car and she thanked him. "Thanks David"
"Don't mention it.." He answered as he got in and started the car.
The drive there was about 20 minutes long by car and she knew that had she walked she would have never made it. On the way there she explained to David what she was up to because he was of course curious. "So yea...I suppose it's silly, but I think it'll be fun, besides, I'll be down the street from you if I get the job."
"Yeap.." He laughed.
"What's so funny??" She asked.
"Nothing, but it seems like you're going to be asking me for a lot more favors if you do get the job."
"Oh.." She blushed. "right..well you don't have to...besides...I haven't even asked for the job yet, I might not even get it."
"Don't say that, just go in there and ask, they'll love you.."
"Thanks David.." She opened the car door and got out, he had driven her up to the front of the music store.
Taking in a deep breath she went inside and introduced herself as best as she could and made a point to smile and be extra nice, but it seems that she went through all that trouble for nothing. They were looking for someone who could watch the store while they went on a vacation. Casey couldn't have been more excited. She had a week before they would leave, but that was so they could see how well she worked. In the meantime, she had the job.
"Thank you so much!" She said as she left the store. She started tomorrow. Casey was so excited she called her sister. Wondering if she was too busy to answer, she would wait patiently.
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Post by nimrondell on Dec 3, 2008 22:58:34 GMT -5
Mark Hansen sat quietly at the counter of his store. He tapped his pen on the counter waiting for someone to come in. Business had been slow lately. The numbers on the paper in front of him made his face turn down into a frown. He wasn't making nearly enough to keep the shop open. That is if he didn't want to use some of his inheritance. His blue eyes scanned the room again but it was as dead as the desert. The thought of closing the shop today was a very good possibility. Besides, he was sure he could find something else worth doing besides sitting around rotting waiting for some random tourist to come about.
He gave the wait one more hour before he stood to his feet, brushing his black hair from his eyes, moving over to the door. He flipped the pale yellow sign over so that it read CLOSED. "Nothing like the afternoon off to myself" he muttered as he walked to the back of the room. Mark walked to the breaker box and flipped all the lights off, making sure not to waste electricity. Then he headed to his office where he kept his coat and other things. Slipping on his black wool coat he gathered his bag and his keys. He checked to make sure he had everything before he moved to the back door and pulled it open. The door creaked in annoyance but surrendered anyway. It pulled open with a snap and then he was out into the cool air. He pulled the door shut behind him and double checked to make sure it was locked. When the handle didn't turn he was satisfied.
Mark walked to his car and threw his bag into the passenger seat. Sliding in against the leather seats he shut the door and turned the key in the ignition. The car burst into life with a soft purr. This sound always brought a smile to his face. He moved the gear shaft into drive and took off like a bat out of hell. He didn't bother to wear his seat belt there was no need, he couldn't die even if he wanted to. The jet black car sped onto the main road heading for the high way, toward the woods. He'd spend the afternoon hunting whatever might be out there, be it animals or humans. He wasn't picky and as far as the humans went...he was careful with his choosing. He'd never take someone that might be missed and cause an uproar in the town. That would be bad for his reputation and his comfortable living conditions.
His car came to a halting screech, spitting out gravel and dirt into the woods on both sides of the dirt road. The engine went silent and everything was still for a moment before Mark emerged from the car. His feet light on the dirt as he pulled himself to his full height. His piercing blue eyes scanned the foliage around him. The woods were disturbingly quiet but that might be due to his presence. A smirk pulled at the corners of his lips as he ran his hand through his hair. "Lunch here I come" he laughed, his voice echoing on the near by trees. Slowly his dark figure dissipated into the the darkening tree line.
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Quinn pulled up to the book store and parked her truck in the back. She groaned as the engine cut. This was not where she wanted to be but she'd get beat by her sister if she didn't show up. She pushed the door open and slipped from the truck and made her way across the parking lot. She reached the back door and used her key to enter. Once inside the building she made her way to the employee room. There she left her jacket and her bag and headed to the counter where she'd spend the rest of her day.
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