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Feb 18, 2012 12:14PM

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{I was thinking slightly more prosperous than the market in Aladdin, and a bit smaller, but I like your idea. Do you want to? I always like adventurous street rats!}


Age: 19
Background: Orphan. He loves the outdoors, he is a 'street rat' but everyone seems to be in his debt because he is so helpful and resourceful. He wouldn't hurt a fly but he sometimes gets his food in unlawful ways. He is technically in trouble with the kingdom but they haven't caught him and pretty much everyone likes him.
Appearance: {Your turn Robin!}
Appearance: Slightly long, wild black hair, deep blue-gray eyes, long, nimble fingers, average height, fairly skinny

Damian was strolling through the market waiting for the right moment to take the loaf of bread from the greedy storekeeper. She wouldn't haggle prices at all! About 3 minutes later he saw his chance. She had turned her back to the cart to tell someone what she thought a fair price for potatoes is. Quickly he slid up to the cart and a moment later the shopkeeper turned to see Damian dashing away with a french baguette. She called after him, but he never even looked back, she knew that he probably wasn't stealing for him, just the children whose parents don't make enough money.
Damian nimbly jogged through the small crowd to the children he had seen earlier. He gave them 3/4 of the bread and told them to bring it to their parents and say that Aladdin gave it to them. The kids took the bread and ran as fast as they could to their house. Damian gobbled down the remaining bits.
{Thanks!}
Violet walked, distracted, through the market to make it to the shore. Her hair was pulled back with a black silk ribbon. She was reading a book while walking, and then accidentally ran into the skinny boy who was running through the market.
Violet walked, distracted, through the market to make it to the shore. Her hair was pulled back with a black silk ribbon. She was reading a book while walking, and then accidentally ran into the skinny boy who was running through the market.

Violet took in a sharp breath. Couldn't read? How could one live and not read?! Plus, he looked so...unlike most guys, she was hoping they could become friends. Someone else who was "weird" like her.
"Would you like...Would you like me to teach you? We could start today...at the shore. That's where I'm going now..." she said, toying with the pages of the book.
"Would you like...Would you like me to teach you? We could start today...at the shore. That's where I'm going now..." she said, toying with the pages of the book.

Violet smiled. This could be fun.
"Violet. I hope you like fantasy adventures, because that's the only book I brought with me. So...what do you do? You know, like, I run the book shop/cafe."
"Violet. I hope you like fantasy adventures, because that's the only book I brought with me. So...what do you do? You know, like, I run the book shop/cafe."

(I meant to write fastany btw)
Violet smiled again. "Really? That's so cool! And incredibly nice. I'm sure the poor appreciate it." They arrived at the beach, and she pulled a blanket out of her messenger bag. "This book is a collection of fantasy adventure short stories. Do you want me to read one, and then I can go through it with you a second time, so you know what the story I'll teach you to read should sound like?" Violet sat down on the blanket and flipped to the first story.

{Did he mention he was an idiot? XD }
Violet glanced up. "Oh," she said, startled. "Thanks," she said, smiling shyly. She was about to say something else, when an arrow came rushing past, just barely missing her hair. It had come from the sea, of all places...
Violet glanced up. "Oh," she said, startled. "Thanks," she said, smiling shyly. She was about to say something else, when an arrow came rushing past, just barely missing her hair. It had come from the sea, of all places...

"Oh my! Are you okay? Where did that come from?" Damian asks. "I'm going to get it see if it has anything on it." Damian walks away to get the arrow and sees a note on it, it reads: Damian, this is Alicia. Violet is very special to us mermaids. You are a nice boy. Don't disappoint us. ~Alicia.

"What are you selling?" Sara asked distractedly.
She blinked. "Um... jewelery? I thought it was kinda obvious." Sara suddenly noticed the cases of necklaces and bracelets propped up on the countertop. "Never mind," she muttered, walking away.

Nikara tapped her shoulder. Nightshade turned to face her. Shock flooded her features her a moment, then anger replaced it. "You're stalking me?" she demanded.
Nikara sighed. "Of course I did. Nothing else to do, I guess." She turned to the booth, examining the bandages as one would browse a sales rack for clothing at the mall.
"Don't you have better things to do? Like, electrocuting yourself or killing other people's taste buds?" Nightshade snapped.
Nikara arched an eyebrow. "My cooking's not that bad."
"You're living in a delusion." Nikara simply shrugged at this and continued sorting through the antiseptics. Nightshade slumped against a booth pole and sighed. "Fill me in," she said, rubbing her eyes. "Now."
So Nikara sighed, stepped back from the stall a little, and filled her in.

Nikara shrugged. "To be fair, I also told her you beat the crap out of him."
"Doesn't matter!!!" Nightshade shrieked. Heads turned to face them.
Nikara squeezed Nightshade's shoulder. "Listen," she hissed. "I had to tell her something. That was what came to mind."
Nightshade was not flattered. "The first thing that came to mind was me having a boyfriend???"
"No, the first thing that came to mind was you beating up your ex-boyfriend. So that's what I told her."
Nightshade was still appalled. "I swear," she said, shaking her head. "You have an alien mind. It's the only slightly reasonable explanation for the way you think."
{Beating up a boyfriend. That parts probably me, if I were ever going to have a boyfriend in the first place. Which I'm not. Watch your back, ickle.}




"So," Nikara began, turning to face Nightshade. "What's our next move?"
"MY first move is to get out of here," Nightshade growled, scowling as she thrust a wad of money at the cashier for the first-aid stall. "Can't stay in one place for too long, or those dratted nurses will find me. Do NOT stalk me again if you value your health."
Nikara smirked. "I don't have to stalk you. I'll come with you."
"In your dreams," Nightshade snorted. "You can't randomly follow me around and then expect me to take you in, you know. You know me better than that."
Nikara sighed. "I bet the nurses would like to hear of your whereabouts."
Nightshade froze. "I'll be long gone before they get here," she hissed.
Nikara shrugged. "It won't take much detective work to find out where you're staying, though. I have a best bet."
Nightshade snarled at her, furious. "Fine," she snapped. "I'll see you to the edge of the market, then I'll leave."
"That's not the deal, Nightsh-"
"I don't give a care! Follow me, if you're so eager, but then I'll get around easier WITHOUT a tag-along."
Nikara sighed but followed her.
Soon they reached the edge of the market. "Okay, bye Nikki," Nightshade said. She slapped her neck and took off into the air.
"Nice try!" Nikara called, and shot off after her.
"Nice try!" Nikara called, and shot off after her.

Nikara tore off after Nightshade. (Who I don't think is supposed to be a hugon in this group, but whatever.) Typically, she wasn't this insistent with intruding her friend's privacy, but let's be blunt- she needed a place to stay. Hospital wasn't an option anymore.