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Post by Syra on May 23, 2014 8:34:41 GMT
Opal traversed the streets of the city slowly but surely, trying to keep to a solitary square of the sidewalks at all times, which was by no means easy in a place so crowded, but she just kept her eyes on the street signs and her packs tight to her chest. If anyone tried to take them from her, she wasn't sure what she'd do, but she hoped if she looked like she had to close a grip on them, no one would even try. She was following the instructions she had gotten off a computer in a library on how to get to a store called Urban Treasures. She didn't really have much of a mind for what was in the store, but rather, what was above it: her brother's home. Or at least, the place he lived. She wasn't sure if he considered it a home. She wouldn't have. To her, home was someplace deep in the bowels of the earth, where water dripped and the bright light of day never reached.
She squinted up at the next sign. The sun's light was reaching the streets she was on in a very direct manner. She didn't much like it, but at least they were likely to be safer than the thin alleys between buildings so tall, light only reached that moist, trash ladened ground at high noon. She shuddered at the thought of what low-lifes might make such places their hang outs. No, she preferred the bright sun over even just the thought of such things.
Finally, she reached the little store front who's iron-wrought sign read in fancy lettering:
URBAN TREASURESTrinkets ♦ Jewelry ♦ Herbal Teas ♦ Fortune Readings
She wondered a little about which of those four proclaimed attractions brought in the most customers. She'd liked to have bet on the jewelry, but that was because she helped make them, in a way. Not the actual crafting, but the gathering of many of the gems her brother used in his works. Some day she planned to mine and purify metals too. Then maybe she could help him out even more. She felt she owed it to him, after all he had done for her when she was little. Of course... he would send much of the profits back to their family. It was probably one of the few things she really disagreed with him on, to the point where she would tell him if it was brought up. She did not see why he would still help them. They had done little to help either her or him, even having persecuted him and- she shook the thoughts from her head and entered the store, sending a little bell suspended above the corner of the door tinkling. |  |
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Post by Rakkun on May 23, 2014 11:19:41 GMT
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Urban Treasures had very faint lights causing the store to seem mysteriously hazy at all times. The glass display boxes running along the back wall and front counter contained smaller lights that made the jewelry within seem to radiate their color through the store. Along the left side of the store shelves were neatly packed with smaller trinkets as well as smaller keepsake boxes. Off to the right was a door frame, silky curtains were loosely tied off to both sides and another bead like curtain, fashioned from bits of metal, hung up behind them. Today the store had a soft aroma of Egyptian Musk, which was flowing in from the back room.
Zamir sat at the front desk of the store today, which was a rare occurrence when he was low on materials. His face seemed concentrated as he cut apart older clothing fabrics that he had obtained cheaply from a thrift store. The first old and worn fabric had given him a comfortable feeling as if it had once been loved by its past owner. Now he was cutting it into smaller squares to make small cloth keepsake boxes and drawstring pouches from it. He worked slowly stopping every so often when a particular part of the faded golden leaf pattern caught his eyes. The long fabric of his sleeves were pushed back to his elbows to keep them safe from accidental cuts and the rest of his robes were clinging to him tightly showing off outline of his body frame.
As Zamir finished cutting out another square he heard the welcome sound of the bell. He shifted his soft gaze to the store entrance and his expression quickly became vitalized by the sight of his sister. "Opal I'm glad your here!" Zamir said in a somewhat excited and coaxing voice attempting draw her in further to get a better look at her.
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Post by Syra on May 24, 2014 14:09:55 GMT
As she entered the shop hesitantly, a soft scent that reminded her vaguely of her childhood home hit her. It was strange, unpleasant in some ways, pleasant in others. She wrinkled her nose ever so slightly though, lessening the flow of air through her nostrils until she had the chance to accustom herself to the scent. Her grasp on her bags loosened slowly and her left arm came away from the fabric folds, revealing a bandage around her left wrist.
Her eyes were still adjusting to the dim lighting within the shop when she heard her brother's voice welcoming her. She started in the direction of his call, seeing a little more clearly with each step until she could finally make out his face just when she had reached the place at which he sat. "Greetings, brother." She said, laying her load down gently on a clear corner of the desk at which he was working with fabrics. She sighed a little, stretching out her stiff right arm. It had been clutched tightly around the packs for over an hour now. Her left had at least gotten a few breaks. "How has business been?"
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Post by Rakkun on May 24, 2014 18:32:12 GMT
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"Store sales have been rising, though it should slow down now that the sailors have shipped out again." Urban Treasures was located in a city port, when ships came in the stores sales would rise. "Wealth comes like a turtle and goes away like a gazelle." he muttered to himself. At times when ships were in Zamir thoroughly enjoyed selling his wares to the travelers, many would often return for the unique mixes of tea. Zamir shifted to his feet disregarding the small pile of clothes on the counter to stare at his sisters bandage. "Sister, did something happen to your wrist?" Normally mining/prospecting gems can be very dangerous Opal was always very perceptive of things that could possibly harm her. It was strange to him to see her be hurt...
"Come into the back and rest so I can make you a cold tea." Smiling his regular sly smile He picked up her pack from the counter, his face slightly twisting at the weight of it. Then he took a couple of long steps and reached with his other arm to draw back the curtain of shining metal. The other room had a few nice tables as well as a bar. Behind the bar the shelves were filled with unmarked different sized glass containers within them were herbs and spices. In the corner closest to the doorway was a dark large round table where Zamir normally did his fortune readings.
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