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Post by Administrator on Sept 12, 2008 19:04:25 GMT -5
Old Barnaby works here as a Blacksmith. Do you need shoes for a horse? A mallet? A large metal...thing? You can get it here!
Hiccup can be found working around here as well.
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Post by rocky14 on Sept 13, 2008 8:23:32 GMT -5
*New Day*
Hiccup walked up to the door of Barnaby's. He pulled out the key from his pocket and placed it in the key-whole, unlocking the door. Hiccup opened the door, hearing the bell above his head ring softly. A small smile crept on his lips as he walked into the store. He turned the sign to say "OPEN" and walked behind the counter. Hiccup pulled the thick black apron off the wall and put it on. He smiled at himself, taking in the deep scent of the apron. Hiccup walked over to the table which was messily stacked with tools and finished work.
He fingered the small mallot that was at the front of the table. It was smooth and shiny; no dents and scratches. Hiccup picked it up carefully and observed it, turning it up side-down and such. His eyes narrowed as he studied it hard, wondering why it was never used. Hiccup sighed in defeat and placed the small mallot carefully back down on the table. Hiccup leaned walked over to the wall with the finished pieces of work, reading tags on them for the people who bought them. They're was a piece of stained, old paper nailed onto the wall below it. It had the prices, every one of them for what Barnaby charged his fellow people.
He nodded his head occasionally as he read down the price list. "Okay..." he said to himself, quietly. Hiccup walked over to the counter once more and leaned over it folding his hands together, waiting with a silent eagerness.
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Post by smileyanderson on Sept 16, 2008 20:49:52 GMT -5
Smiley sneaked through the door, wanting to see the horses. She loved horses and was bored, trying not to get caught she slid into the shadows and sat down on a barrel, petting one of the horses.
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Post by rocky14 on Sept 19, 2008 20:19:19 GMT -5
Hiccup just barely heard the ring of the bell on the door when it slightly cracked open. His eyes narrowed as he wrapped his long fingers around the handle of a random tool. He walked from behind the counter, one foot infront of the other. He looked around, the horse stables were curtained by shadows, the windows were drawn open, nothing seemed wrong.
"Just a breeze." he muttered, leaning over the other side of the counter and folding his arms over it.
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Post by smileyanderson on Sept 19, 2008 20:21:29 GMT -5
Smiley was sitting in the hay and when the breeze poicked up, it made some hay fly in the air tickling her nose. She tried to stop but she sneezed. She covered her mouth, her eyes moving from side to side cautiously.She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and held her breath.
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Post by rocky14 on Sept 20, 2008 6:55:50 GMT -5
Hiccup quickly grabbed his tool and whizzed around to face the stables. He walked sneakily up to the one of the horses. He ran a hand down her long neck and back up. He petted her kindly, looking deep into the shadows. "Who goes there?" he demanded in a low tone.
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Post by smileyanderson on Sept 20, 2008 8:21:08 GMT -5
Smiley was really scared now. The man seemed angry and he held a tool. She crawled and peeked around one of the stalls and came out so he could see her. She looked up at him timidly, almost shaking in her boots.
"Please, I just wanted to see da horsies. Don't hurt me." She pleaded watching him with wide brown eyes.
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Post by Brook LaRue on Apr 16, 2009 20:08:55 GMT -5
((New Day))
"Mason?" Brook stuck her head into the blacksmiths to see if her brother was still working, before she let out a breath. He was supposed to meet her where was he? Late.. but Mason Dixon wasn't ever late so it upset her. "Where is he?" she bit her lip and frowned, folding her arms.
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Post by Joe on Apr 16, 2009 21:57:38 GMT -5
Joe whistled as he walked around the corner and stopped mid whistle.
"Ello Brook love, Youah brothah round?" He asked taking in her bitten lip and worried expression. God he loved damsels in distress. Joe smiled charmingly.
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Post by Brook LaRue on Apr 17, 2009 1:20:01 GMT -5
She folded her arms and tossed her curls from her face, "'ello, mon choux.." she shook her head as she sighed running her hand threw her hair. "I don't know, he was supposed to meet me but I haven't seen him.." The Cajun girl looked perplexed.
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Post by Joe on Apr 17, 2009 10:20:31 GMT -5
Joe smiled charmingly and leaned against the wall getting ready for a long wait. "No worries mon petit oiseau des iles he'll be around soon I'm sure." Joe was talented at many things, languages, blending in, knowing god knows too much for his own good, and calming women. The latter was his favorite. Taking out a knife he began to whistle and whittle the wood down.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Apr 17, 2009 17:57:02 GMT -5
Scar stepping into the blacksmith, he had an order to place for his boss and he was hoping to pick up a new hunting knife for himself. He glanced around not seeing the blacksmith anywhere but noticing the two who were in there. Scar didn't recognize the woman but his eyes hardened when they fell on Joe. He instantly recognized him as one of Conlon's newsies who palled around with Fighter. As usual that made him take an instant dislike to the guy.
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Post by Joe on Apr 18, 2009 22:43:40 GMT -5
Joe head cocked to the side as he heard someone enter the smith. Looking over he pushed himself off the wall and placed himself between Scar and Brook. He didnt know why Scar was here but he had seen that look on many a mans face. He didnt like it. Not with Brook here. It meant trouble. Joe rolled his shoulders and reached behind his ear and put his cigarette into his mouth. Bending his head he lit it and took a drag. Looking up he met Scar's eyes "Scar" Joe nodded to him.
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Post by Scar Bourke on Apr 19, 2009 16:32:09 GMT -5
A smirk flitted across Scar's face when Joe visibly stepped between him and Brook. Some men just thought themselves so valiant that they saw threats in every expression and word. When Joe spoke his name Scars eyebrow lifted up, "Newsie." The word left Scars lips in such a disdainful way that it was obvious Scar thought very little of newsies.
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Post by Joe on Apr 19, 2009 19:05:11 GMT -5
Joe raised his eyebrow and the corner of his lip twitched. He hadnt been a real Newsie for a long time. Not that it mattered. He found the disdain amusing. Joe leaned back against the wall behind him and took a drag of his cigarette before offering it to Scar. "How's the boss?" Joe asked.
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