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Post by Prince on Jul 25, 2007 4:00:36 GMT -5
There once was a gypsy fortune teller who set up her tent here. Even though her plan was to stay in New York for a while she recently took her tellings elsewhere. She left her tent behind and now it is empty. Come in and you may find an old candle, picture, maybe a bowl that used to be filled with water.
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Post by smokey on Nov 24, 2007 20:59:04 GMT -5
Smokey wandered into the old tent. It looked pretty nice considering it had been abandoned. Everything seemed to be in order save an over-turned table and a few things scattered around. Most likely from little kids coming in and wrecking havoc on the place.
Walking in a little bit further she saw an old photograph. She picked it up and studied it. There was a woman in the picture with beautiful long black hair. Though her lips were not turned upward her eyes seemed very happy.
Putting the picture down she picked up a large red book which lay at her feet. Sitting down in an old chair, she opened it and looked inside. The print was something she didn't understand. It didn't even look like letters to her but symbols instead.
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Post by twich on Dec 15, 2007 9:52:05 GMT -5
"Wow" Twich hadn't noticed the girl. "Aww man, this is kinda weird" he said picking up a small glass ball. He held it up and looked through it, then let it fall back and forth between his hands, suddenly it dropped and smashed into a million little slivers.
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Post by smokey on Dec 16, 2007 12:54:00 GMT -5
Smokey didn't even look up at the boy when he entered. It wasn't until after the crash that she acknowledged his presence at all. "Butterfingers," she said casually.
She looked down at the shattered ball. "Guess there's no luck in it now."
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Post by twich on Dec 20, 2007 17:57:12 GMT -5
"O-o-oh, s-s-sorry" Twich stuttered, as he always did, "I-I-I d-d-didn't mean to, it was an accident, really, I-I-I mean, I didn't see you" Twich steeped back into a bookshelf 3 books fell one after another hitting him on his face. "Ouch!, awwww man" Twich rubbed his head.
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Post by smokey on Dec 21, 2007 9:23:22 GMT -5
Smokey furrowed her eyebrows. "Are you always this jumpy?" She watched as he fell backward, yet she didn't move from her spot, just sat sat and sort of watched.
"...and accident prone?"
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Post by twich on Dec 21, 2007 10:16:51 GMT -5
"Ummm, well, yeah, actually I am" Gosh, I sound dumb, Twich though to him self, witch is probably not to far form the truth. He sat down thinking he would sleep there for the night, If this girl hadn't calmed it first. He sat on his hands to be sure he wouldn't touch anything else.
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Post by smokey on Dec 21, 2007 19:01:00 GMT -5
She smirked, taking out a small pouch from her pocket and removing from it a cigarette. She stuck it between her lips and lit it, waving out the match.
"You smoke?" She asked through a cloud of smoke.
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Post by twich on Dec 21, 2007 20:39:31 GMT -5
"Yeah" He said softly, Twich layed down on the ground and Begin flipping through one of the books that had hit him on the face. "Pretty weird stuff" He stared at a picture of a woman being transformed into a donkey. "Y-y-you b-b-believe in this kinda t-thing?" he questioned.
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Post by smokey on Dec 22, 2007 12:20:34 GMT -5
She nodded. Her question was simply that, a question not really an offer. Smokey closed the book on her lap and pushed it to the side, shaking her head.
"Just as much as I believe in Santa Claus." She paused. "Do you?"
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Post by twich on Dec 23, 2007 14:47:58 GMT -5
Twich laughed, though he was not quite sure what a Santa Clause was. "Um, No not really." Twich said. He picked a a hole in his ragged clothes, refusing to make eye contact with the girl.
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Post by smokey on Dec 23, 2007 16:09:17 GMT -5
Smokey studied the boy; a curious one, he was, she though.
"What's your name," she asked, as if the question was incredibly interesting.
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Post by twich on Dec 23, 2007 20:30:53 GMT -5
"Umm, T-T-Twich" He stuttered looking up from the old tattered book of witch craft and magic he look her over. "S-s-so what about y-you, y-y-ya got a n-n-name" he said a bit louder than he meant too.
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Post by smokey on Dec 24, 2007 0:36:14 GMT -5
"Mmm," Smokey mumbled. She blew out a puff of smoke and threw her cigarette to the ground. "Suits you."
She stood and began walking toward the front of the tent. Turning at the boys question, she breathed a simple, "Smokey", before walking out.
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Post by twich on Dec 24, 2007 15:46:34 GMT -5
Twich sat up and watched the girl go. Smokey, the name seemed to suit her to.
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(c)Red