It Starts With a Seed Shop: DRAMA

[penelope]

I believe I have seen you...
In this white wave
You are silent
You are breathing
In this white wave...

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] It had been a long day for Madeline. Fall was coming in and the days were getting shorter and colder. She liked the light breeze and seeing the trees just start to change color. It was so beautiful to Madeline. But it also meant that business wasn't going to be as busy. She had just closed for the day but on this side of town during this season sunshine was blocked by the other buildings. It almost looked like night was coming. even if it was only 4:30pm. Night would come at 7pm. Night time always scared Madeline, the unknown and mysteries it held kept her up at night. Holding her gun as she watched the door of her home. Madeline lived 2 hours from the shop. Not liking it if people knew where she lived, taking a different route to work every day so now one could follow her. Her bare feet made light noises as she went around the shop restocking the shelves. Madeline was known as a very pretty reserved woman. No one could really get close to her. Once you started asking personal questions, or too many questions at all you were sent away. It was rumored her shop was bobby trapped. It was. But no one had to know.... "Wow its been a long day..." She wiped her brow and turned on her small little stero and started to play some music to keep her company. She smiled hearing her familiar artists she loved. Madeline's genre was more rock n roll and then soft rock. Inside she was a romantic. making up stories in her head about finding the one. But she didn't think it would happen to her, she had too many problems to be dealt by anyone one single person.

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credit to kara of caution, shine, & atf.
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[riza]

Alasdair had once been told that shopping was the most fun that a girl could have standing up.

To be completely honest, though, he had always hated that saying. First of all, those poor girls, stuck with untalented and uncreative lovers; it was the most depressing thought, making him wish he could show all those poor girls a good time, for once in their poor little lives.

Then, on top of that (if that depressing thought of unsatisfied women stuck with other men wasn't enough), there was the fact that he was all male, despite what certain people liked to argue--and honestly, who even brought up 'you're a girl' jokes outside of pre-teen boys, anyway?--and he absolutely loved shopping.

Whatever, he supposed. Odd sayings of sexually frustrated women really was neither here nor there, as he meandered through the few streets that comprised the small village, shopping... Well, kind of.

Once again, there was two problems with his current predicament. Once being that this was indeed Ivy Point and, really, there was nothing for him to purchase especially with him being between living arrangements (honestly, he doubted that the inn owner's would appreciate him redecorating their family owned establishment, even it is was oh so obvious that they desperately need the help and a critical decorating eye). The second, and the most important 'problem' was that he wasn't just between living arrangements, he was in between jobs.

Roughly, that translated out to him being flat broke.

No, flat broke implied that he only lacked money. He was in debt.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the most depressing thought that he had all day.

Of course, ever if he couldn't actually shop in the traditional sense of the word, there wasn't anything to stop him from the joys of window shopping.

Alasdair stopped, looking at the well placed display in the window of a cheery looking shop, pausing momentarily to check his reflection in the glass.

Flawless, though he noted with disdain that his nose was looking a bit red. He'd like to blame the fall wind, but he had been on the verge of a cold for a week now, not that he acknowledged that fact. He knew that the second that he acknowledged that he might be coming down with something was the second that he would officially become sick. Sick, complete with the mucus, and the watery eyes and the running nose and the... Ugh, he just decided that he wasn't going to get sick this year and the germs were just going to have to respect that, thank you very much.

Shuddering against the cold, he decided that if he was indeed not going to be sick, he should get out of the cold air. He quickly side stepped into the quaint little shop, a small jingle from the bell above the door cheerily chiming his less than spectacular entrance.

It was a plant shop, he noted with disdain. Or maybe a seed shop, he wasn't sure. There was plenty of seeds and plants for the small store to possibly be both. Alasdair supposed that really should not have surprised him. Ivy Point was largely a farming community and farming often centered around, well...plants and seeds.

Still, he couldn't deny that there was a large part of him that wished he had walked into say, a shoe store (did Ivy Point even have a shoe store? He couldn't really remember). He needed new shoes rather desperately; the walk to Ivy Point had really done a number on his poor shoes. Even when polished, they just didn't shine anymore.

A soft voice murmuring caused him to straighten out of his pessimistic thoughts, curiously glancing around the small shop.

"I beg your pardon?" he asked, eyes falling on a short young woman.

He grinned, taking in her sweet, gentle form and wavy bob. Suddenly, he found himself very interested in this little plant/seed shop. Shoes could wait. "Oh, well hello there, love."

[penelope]

I believe I have seen you...
In this white wave
You are silent
You are breathing
In this white wave...

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] She started rocking her head to the beat like head banging almost softly saying the lyrics she adored underneath her breath. She truly believed that music also helped the plants grow. Bobbing her head to the music. Smiling at her beautiful plants and the lines of seeds that were hung upon the wall, she started to dance behind the counter. Turning around she was faced with a very feminine man. Her eyes bugged out that she had been caught in such foolish and childish acts. Pretending she had been swatting away an imaginary fly she coughed and put on a smile or some normalcy. "Hello there. I'm sorry sir but the Seed Shop is Closed. Did you have any questions?" She knew practically everyone in town, it was quite a small town, but she had never seen this man before. She would have definitely noticed this man. But he looked so fancy so this town that he had to be a man from the city. She moved from behind the counter to the front so she was a bit closer to him but keeping her distance. He was a foreigner...coming into her shop after closing!!?? Something was fishy. Madeline only needed to get him in a certain spots in the shop to trigger all of the traps she had set. Madeline awaited his reply, but the look he was giving her made an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach and made the back of her throat dry. Madeline knew she could take him out. Timing was key and the element of surprise was on her side.

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credit to kara of caution, shine, & atf.
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