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Post by nightwhisper on Apr 25, 2016 2:09:34 GMT
The boy was just walking around town, as usual, his hands occasionally slipping into fat Silver pockets, taking a trinket or two. He always lived like this, traveling from one town to the next before Silvera got too suspicious. He sighed. As nice as this life was, with wealth enough for practically anything he wanted (thanks to the Silvers' stupidity), he was always a bit lonely. He met girls in each town, maybe hung around a while, but he always had to leave. His 'job' didn't let him settle down, not for long. He just never found anyone he could really trust. He wished that could change.
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Post by spottedleaf on Apr 25, 2016 23:21:53 GMT
Gemma stood out on the street, her honey blonde hair done in an elaborate braid as it was almost every day. She stood behind the counter that was connected to her shop. The 18 year old girl had been apprenticed to a baker about 5 years ago, and took over the business when her master dies a little over a year ago. Her golden eyes dart from person to person, silently willing someone to come buy something from her little shop. Surveying her work, she proudly looked at the beautiful cakes and breads that she was so lucky to be able to afford to make, and that she had been apprenticed before the age when she could be drafted for the war. Even as someone who ran a business, she was somewhat shy and untrusting at first. But Gemma wore a confident smile that she hoped would attract business.
(Btw I don't know if you have plots for this guy I haven't looked but if I'm interfering with something please tell me. Also I just created this character and I haven't really developed her much yet just btw)
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Post by nightwhisper on Apr 26, 2016 0:19:13 GMT
( oh no don't worry about it - also I did want him to maybe have a love interest so can he like Gemma? She doesn't have to like him back)
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bakery. As if on cue, his stomach growled. He strolled up to the counter and flashed the girl there a dazzling smile. "How much for a loaf of bread?" he asked. The scents made his mouth water.
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Post by spottedleaf on Apr 26, 2016 1:14:18 GMT
(Cool and sure! She might like him back eventually. Btw I have no clue what their currency is like so idk if this is accurate)
Gemma gave a cautious smile. Cute guys tended to make her nervous. "15 notes," she replied, proud of her voice for not wavering.
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Post by nightwhisper on Apr 26, 2016 1:55:53 GMT
(it's crowns)
He smiled, fishing a few coins out of his pocket. He flipped them onto the counter. "I'll take two."
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Post by spottedleaf on Apr 26, 2016 4:01:39 GMT
(I know but I think there are like things of lesser value. Like there was some other kind of coin and I think notes might have been a thing but idk. Crowns are worth more I think)
She nodded and pulled two loaves of bread out, still warm. She flashed a polite smile and handed the boy the bread.
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Post by nightwhisper on Apr 26, 2016 4:19:42 GMT
He winked at her as he pushed one into his pack and took a bite of the other. "So, what's your name?" he said, leaning slightly on the counter.
(yeah crowns are a higher currency, but I thought there were things like half crowns but idk)
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Post by spottedleaf on Apr 26, 2016 4:28:37 GMT
(Oh well cx idk)
She hesitated. "I'm Gemma. You can call me Gem if you want. What's your name?"
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Post by nightwhisper on May 1, 2016 17:34:44 GMT
"Max," he said. Not his real name - he never used that - but good enough.
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Post by spottedleaf on May 1, 2016 20:39:55 GMT
Gemma gave a small smile. "Nice to meet you, Max."
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Post by nightwhisper on May 1, 2016 21:21:06 GMT
"Likewise." He looked around the little shop before asking, "so, how long have you worked here?"
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Post by spottedleaf on May 1, 2016 21:41:40 GMT
Gemma thought for a moment. "5 years now. But I've only owned the shop for about a year."
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Post by nightwhisper on May 3, 2016 0:00:16 GMT
His nodded, impressed. "And how old are you, if you don't mind me asking?"
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Post by spottedleaf on May 3, 2016 0:31:53 GMT
"18." She replied.
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Post by nightwhisper on May 3, 2016 1:47:29 GMT
His eyebrows shot up. "Wow."
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