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Post by Tristan Jenkins on Jul 28, 2009 4:34:22 GMT -5
"It could work that way."
Another eyeroll and he was back behind the counter. Tinking around with the money.
"And it's not your money til you pay up."
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 28, 2009 4:35:02 GMT -5
The frown stayed in place as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"I didn't come down here to be harrassed."
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Post by Tristan Jenkins on Jul 28, 2009 4:36:14 GMT -5
"Well then you made a terrible mistake."
He looked up from what he was doing (sorting money) in order to give her a look. A look that said exactly what he knew she knew he was thinking. That she needed to pay up and until she did this was going to happen.
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 28, 2009 4:38:35 GMT -5
Oh, she caught the look and she completely understood. How could she not? This had been going on for years. Didn't stop her from getting offended. She hopped down off the counter, hands on her hips now.
"I haven't had any business, Drystan! How am I supposed to pay when I have no money?!"
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Post by Tristan Jenkins on Jul 28, 2009 4:41:11 GMT -5
"Get business."
He frowned, putting the money away. Apparently he was ready for a fight. As always.
"Maybe you should get a second job since this one isn't paying the bills."
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 28, 2009 4:45:29 GMT -5
Yeah well so was she. She got ready the second she walked down from upstairs. Everytime she walked down from upstairs.
"Maybe you should get off my back. I get bussiness on the holidays."
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Post by Tristan Jenkins on Jul 28, 2009 4:46:40 GMT -5
It was a sixth sense they both had, apparently.
"I'll get off your back when you start paying rent. You don't have till the holidays."
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 28, 2009 4:47:33 GMT -5
See? This was why she was hoping it was Cosette.
"As if you need it! I think you'll survive until I get some bussiness in the shop!"
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Post by Tristan Jenkins on Jul 28, 2009 4:48:51 GMT -5
Yeah well. He thought she was a bucket of sunshine, really.
"Of course we need it! Supplies cost money! Food costs money! And you paying rent is part of the money!"
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 28, 2009 4:50:39 GMT -5
"I didn't say I wasn't going to pay the rent, Drystan!"
She made a frustrated noise, pushing her hair out of her face.
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Post by Tristan Jenkins on Jul 28, 2009 4:56:48 GMT -5
"Then prove it!"
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Post by J.L. Vann on Jul 28, 2009 4:57:12 GMT -5
This was probably a bad idea. Anwyl. That name. He knew that name. And it didn't come with pleasant memories. The name itself wasn't the problem. It was the family attached to it. And the way his family was around them. But this had to be different. There had to be more than one group of Anwl's in all of England. That was the only reason he'd decided to go through with it.
During his last drunk endeavor, apparently J.L. had ended up falling into something or other and damaging his wand. It wasn't useless. Far from, really. But he couldn't let it continue to be that way. Just a few minor scratches and knicks. But the OCD part of his brain wouldn't let it go.
Making it to the candy shop below where the wand repair shop was supposed to be he stopped. A little baffled. How was he supposed to get there? He'd never actually been to the candy shop itself. He didn't really come into town for much other than food and pub crawls.
With a sigh he made his way into Jenkins, messing with the dark hair on the back of his head. For some reason he was nervous about this and he couldn't quite figure out why. Inside he stopped. Two people were apparently fighting.
Er....
"Excuse me. Can you tell me how to get upstairs? I need my wand repaired."
His eyes fell on the blonde, a sudden sense of recognition sinking in. Pulling the breath from his lungs and leaving a cold empty feeling in it's place. Who was she? No. That didn't make sense. He was wrong. He didn't know her.
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 28, 2009 5:11:23 GMT -5
"What the hell do you mean prove it?! What do you want me to do, time travel?! Why do you have to be so stupid?!"
Cerys fully intended on storming off. She liked to storm off before Tristan could come up with anything worthwhile. And besides if he did say something she was the one walking away. She spun, moving around the counter to get back to her stairs and back up where she could slam the door on him. Yes, she was going back into her hot shop. It proved a point.
Before she could stomp off something stopped her in her tracks. There was a customer, looking for her shop. That wasn't the problem, though. She knew him. She didn't know how but she did. It was like he walked out of a dream she had years and years ago. Some phantom of a person she used to know. This was Cerys' conversation. He was asking for her but for some reason, though her lips had parted no words were coming out of her mouth.
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Post by J.L. Vann on Jul 28, 2009 16:05:59 GMT -5
Tristan:
"Your wand repaired?"
He glanced over at Cerys, pausing for a moment. Why wasn't she answering? And what was with her reaction? Something was off. But he couldn't quite tell what it was.
"That's her shop." He nodded over at her. "She's the one you should be talking to."
J.L.:
His eyes never left her, though he did hope the look on his face didn't match what he was feeling inside. He hoped it was calm and cool, or atleast blank. Maybe the confused emotion wouldn't show. He could only hope because he couldn't really feel it himself.
J.L. hardly noticed when the man spoke to him. Only coming into the end. Her? It was her shop? So she was the Anwyl in question...? That was...He didn't know.
Oh. Pulling his wand out of his pocket he held it forward for her to see. That was why he'd come here.
"It's not really that damaged...Just a few chips..."
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 28, 2009 16:27:21 GMT -5
Cerys didn't particularly hear Tristan when he spoke. She was too busy staring at the boy staring back at her. As much as she didn't want to admit it it seemed that he was having the same problem she was. Why was this happening? And why did she have such a horrible feeling about it all?
Snapping back to it, as well as she could, she reached out to take the wand like she was moving through water. Everything just seemed so slow. Surreal. This was her business, though, and with the wand in her hand she moved into work mode. Running her fingers over it softly she checked for any knicks and cuts she would need to fix. At least it wasn't broken. There tended to be not much she could do about that.
She nodded.
"It'll take me a day or two."
Glancing back she tried to shake the eery feeling away as she asked her next question.
"Wh-what's your name?"
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