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Post by ricebunny on Oct 1, 2008 20:48:08 GMT -5
Mei Mei walked down the immaculate streets of one of the wealthier districts, head bowed. Shoppers and other people enjoying the afternoon sunlight thronged the streets, but Mei Mei didn’t meet the gazes that were cast her way. Her vibrant red parasol was almost comical in contrast to this small girl who was trying to fade into the background.
Reaching down into her right internal pocket that held her customary stash of gingersweets, she popped one into her mouth, disguising the motion as a small cough. Although her face was the perfect mask of detachment, her eyes betrayed how excited and happy Mei Mei actually was. Clutched in her right hand was Shi Jing, a new book of poetry that the librarian had slipped her at the Royal Library. He had an extra bright glint in his wrinkled gray eyes, which Mei Mei had learned to interpret as a sign that this would be a good book. Mei Mei allowed herself to be engrossed in thoughts of the reading and transferring the beautiful words of the long forgotten authors. Eyes still downward, she soon found herself paying less and less attention to where she was going and falling more deeply into her daydream.
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Post by javaid on Oct 6, 2008 12:21:21 GMT -5
Earlier that morning Javaid had passed the docks and watched for a small while as the gypsies who had just arrived unloaded their things. From the look of their load he was sure he wouldn't miss them leaving, but he was still terribly nervous. Late the night before he had decided to play in the upper town hoping some of the wealthier people would leave him something.
He sat now on the edge of the street is instrment laid across his lap as he plucked expertly at the strings. The instruments clothe covering lay on the ground before him, and dispite the time of day, he was a bit upset to see that there was little in it, he had forgotton how stingy upper class people could be.
His brow was thick with sweat, his dark hair sticking to his pale forhead and he was sure he didn't smell to greet which he was sure part of his lack in success. He figured if things continued like this he would have to move back to the lower levels so him and his wife could have something to eat that night.
He had found that since his resolve to jump ship with the gypsies back to the Earth Kingdom it was hard to wait for that day to come and even harder to focus on anything but preperations for that time, but he did his best to play his melodies for the street walkers in hopes of some financial assistance.
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Post by ricebunny on Oct 9, 2008 20:48:20 GMT -5
Mei Mei, mind still wandering, became suddenly aware that she was about to walk into a crowd of serious-looking businessmen. With reflexes trained by her husband, she stepped deftly aside to let them pass. Unfortunately in her haste she failed to observe the man sitting on the side of the road playing an instrument. Trying to avoid him as well, she tried to repeat the quick footwork, but instead misstep and fell flat on her face with a loud thud. Her book and parasol were flung out of her hands, with the parasol making a loud clattering noise on the stone road.
Many eyes turned to stare at the fallen noble, although no one stopped to help her up. Avoiding the gazes, she stood up swiftly, but gracefully. Shifting her weight to her left foot, she nearly crumpled to the ground again. Trying to hide her limp, she gathered up her things before turning back to the musician. While falling she had felt like she might have kicked something, but she couldn't be sure.
"Are you okay?" Mei Mei asked in a small voice.
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Post by javaid on Oct 14, 2008 10:08:41 GMT -5
Javaid watched as the world moved in slow motion as the woman feel flat on her face before him. He was surprised that, though things had felt as though they were moving slow he couldn't move fast enough to help her. Though dispite that the fall had looked bad she was up on her feet in no time.
"Are you okay?" she asked, she had a very sweet voice, very much like Akina's and he guessed by her garb that she was a noble. He was surprised she even took the time of day to make sure he was alright, most nobles didn't give him the time of day.
"Oh, just a bump on the knee, but I'm more worried about you, that looked like a pretty nasty fall," Javaid set aside his instument and stood to talk to the woman, bowing as he did, "You hurt you ankle, no?" he pointed to her leg, hasving watched the fall he was sure he saw an
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