Elemental Four

[Sweetp4u]

WinterHaven Oregon, April 2002

Morning was just breaking over the horizon as the four long time friends were all waking up to their blaring alarm clocks. Groaning Each would in turn roll over and hit the snooze button for just a few more minutes of sleep before getting up. It was saturday after all, and each did love to sleep in on the few days they weren't in college. The small town had a really pathetic community college, but it would do for now.
The group of long time friends had volunteered their time to aid an aging woman who had been a part of this community for a very long time. Some rumored her to be a witch, but none of the four friends believed this. So by 9am all four were out of bed in their respective homes and getting ready to meet out on the street and walk there.
Their chore was to help this woman remove everything from the attic for charity of some kind. Apparently Maddie Hayes thought she 'was' dying any day now and wanted this all taken care of. Everything had to go, and in that old victorian home, meant a huge attic of crap.


Characters:

Jessica Hartley (Jessi) Earth- Defensive, wants to go to law school. age 19. Her parents are dead. No family remains in this town. (sweetp)

Whitney Lawrence- Fire- Rich girl, cheerleader, taking a business course to take over her Daddy's company some day. (shoty98)

Air- Mediator of the group, calm, happy, wants to be a doctor. (Araynes)

Water- This is the nerd of the group, studies all the time, very serious and mellow. Wants to be a biochemist. (lady Talia)

None of the girls wants to apply to her college of choice yet, since none of the four really wish to part just yet.

All close in age and grew up together in the same neighborhood, minus Whitney who always hung out down there with Jessi. Now she owns her grandparents house which is not far from the other three.

All four live off campus, all four attend the local college for now.

That covers the story information.


Open for familiars. Open for college staff, football players. Other students or family members. Two elements are open. No room for wizards. This is a humorous story, for fun. Working on Plot, but is NOT a constant sex story. Please no ooc's in the thread PM for information. Anyone is welcome. Post character descriptions here and just start with waking up that saturday morning

Some guide lines to help answer questions:

Familiars- can be cats, birds. Generally small animals. Common familiar is always a cat. They will offer advice/guide/ protect their witch. They WILL NOT change forms as the sun sets. They will remain always as an animal. They are called when the SUMMONS spell is casted by each witch.

Another note: would like to add that if you cant post at least once a week day to keep the story moving some what, then in a small amount as possible your character might be controlled with the group. If that is where you are.

 

[Shoty98]

Whitney Lawrence

At ninteen I had nearly all I could want. But it never seemed to be enough for my father 'William Lawrence lll' he was always harping on me to choose one of the prominent universities. But little did he understand that I was happy here with my friends, and getting all the knowledge I would need from this pitiful college.
I live alone in an old house passed down from generation to generation. No one wanted the chore of fixing this old place up, well except for me. I convinced my father to let me have it, he did so on one condition, that I fix the place and make it presentable. With my allowance I have been able to fix the roof so far and the plumbing, those were the worst things and they were done.
My home is nestled near the ocean and the back yard naturally blend into the lush oregon forest.
I awoke from a dream of my mother and I taking a walk on the beach. She did always love this house and god how I missed her. I turned the alarm clock off and ran my hands through my firey locks, then quickly wiped the sleep from my green eyes. A soft sigh escaped me as I climbed out of bed and headed for the shower. What had we gotten ourselves into by saying that we would help ol' Maddie Hayes, that gigantic house of hers had to be filled from foundation to roof with useless crap.
Soon enough we would find out. 'I wonder if the rest are up?' I thought silently, hoping they would all show.

 

[ARaynes]

Brunette hair, green eyes. Wears those pseudo-intellectual glasses and a smile. She is 5'3", 115 lbs. Bubbly personality. Loves life and wishes only to keep it healthy.

Her name is Mira Conners. She was raised with her aunt, who until now had wanted Mira to "get out a bit more." Now though she seemed to be lost in her own world planning a wedding for some other friend's daughter.

IC: The alarmed buzzed the seond time in my ear annoying me once again. "I guess I had better get up or I never will." I had always been punctual but here lately it seemed that all I wanted to do was study and sleep. I was waiting for college so that I could start healing people the way they needed it. With love and compassion.

My aunt finally had given up pestering me about when I was going to find that right someone. She better than any one, knew that a man in your life does not increase your compasity to love. They only hindered my chances at getting into a good college and getting the good grades I needed to get my medical degree.

I didn't need anyone else in my life.

I lazily crawled out of bed and into the shower. It was time to get ready to go to Maddie's house and help her with her attic. My mind wondered what treasures she held in that attic. Rumors had rolled around town about how she kept "experiments" that had gone wrong. It should prove to be an interesting morning.

 

[The GrandMage]

James Barron

The old clock flipped over the minute, signaling the alarm. The spliced wires in the back of the alarm clock connected to the tape player, automatically starting it up. The overplayed tape kicked in, and 'Eastbound and Down' kicked in, loud. Covers moved out of the way as James sat up. He glared at his setup, all the way across the room, and sighed as he got up, stretching with a yawn. He heard all the familiar snaps and crackles of everything shifting back into place. He did a few small exercises to wake his muscles up, and went over to his closet. He grabbed a button-up shirt and a pair of jeans, tossing them on the bed before turning to the old dresser back next to his bed.

Selecting his socks was always a chore. But, with that done, He hopped the bed, and went into the bathroom, turning on the shower and giving himself a glance in the mirror. He grinned, and hopped in the hot water as the song ended, and the ton of equipment shut off. He showered quickly, but took his time shaving. After hastilly combing his hair to a more presentable look, James grinned at the brown hair and eyes looked back at him in the mirror. He got dressed quickly, and straightened himself at the door before going down the stairs to the only bookstore in town, his pride and joy.

It wasn't much, but it paid the bills and allowed him to take classes over at the community college. It was also the only thing his parents had left him after their untimely death, which had claimed most of their belongings to cover the funeral and pay off the debts. He'd helped his father run the store since he was seven, and now, at the age of twenty-one, found no more joy than sitting amongst the books, both the newly printed, and the antiques he'd managed to collect over the years.

He smiled. He heard Maddie Hayes was getting more things out of the way for her death. Good to get things done while you're still around, he thought. Besides, he might be able to score some real collector's peices, which was why he was up at this hour. Had to rush over and try to get the pick of the litter before they were all carted off for charity. He'd been talking to Maddie for a while, and while she hadn't actually said anything about it, he felt he might be able to get some of her books if he showed up today and tried again.

He locked the door behind him as he left, staring at the 'closed' sign for a moment before racing along the sidewalks. Barron Books, closed, on a Saturday,...he'd never have imagined it.

 

[Lethe]

Will Turner

Will is slim and pale, with delicate, fey features, deep blue eyes and white-dyed hair. He is quiet, and somewhat shy and unhappy; his parents were rich, but also alchoholic and prone to fighting. He became a book-worm at an early age, burying himself in his books as a way of avoiding the other members of his family, and he later took to computers, becoming a quite effective hacker.

He chose to attend college at a town some distance from his home so that he could live away from his parents.


Will had set the alarm out of habit, but he didn't need it. He hadn't been asleep, all night. He hadn't slept in several nights.

He reached out a hand and placed it over the shrilling clock, slowly getting up and shaking his head. He frequently suffered from insomnia. At least I didn't fall asleep over the keyboard again, he thought with a wry smile.

It was a Saturday. Will wasn't good at Saturdays. He felt uncomfortable and ill-at-ease around other people, so socializing was out of the question. In any case, he hadn't come to know anyone since he'd moved to college. He wondered if he should just do some programming all day.

Will sighed and eventually showered, then pulling on some jeans and a shirt. It was a lovely day, and while he really would rather stay indoors all day, some deep genetic instinct always forced him outside on nice days.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Jessi

Waking was never my thing, So I had to get it done and over with. Jumping out of bed, I hurried through all the toiletries. Dressing in old worn clothes, I pulled my hair up into a pony tail and slipped on my sandals as I bound out the door.
I glanced at the chattering group and waved.
"Hey guys! Wait up!" They all turned and glanced at me, Whitney making a face at me for yelling.
Jogging over I chuckled, "Are we ready to brave the attic?" A few groans and one complained about her nails getting dirty. Think it was Whitney but I wasn't sure if it was a smart ass remark or serious.
"Let's get this over with, I here there is a party tonight at the Frat." Walking up the street, each yawning and moving slowly until we all woke up a little more.
By the time we reached Maddie's place we were ready to get this task done.
Knocking on the door, I stood back with the rest of the clan behind me.
"No remember girls, no witch talk alright?" I whispered just before the door swung wide open.
"Hi Mrs. Hayes!" Cheerfully as possible, not letting on we were all eager to see her home, and verify rumors.
"Well do come in.." She cackled and moved aside. I said thank you as I walked by, the girls echoing the mannerism.
Glancing around, we seen nothing too strange aside from things piled in every corner of her home!
"Well here we are, eager to help!" The others were glancing around as well, curious themselves about this dark place.
I loved the house instantly, dark oak and antique white everywhere. Well behind all the crap piled around the house.
"Well I would like to thank you girls for volunteering to help me with all of this.. I have some young men coming over to help haul everything outside, all you have to do is move it down from the attic to the hall ways. You sure you can handle it?" She glanced at us all up and down. "All of you look like a stiff wind could blow you over.." Her look was serious so I did not laugh at that comment.
"Mrs. Hayes we are deffinately able to help, promise." I smiled as friendly as I could, this woman was very studious. She examined each and every one of us as if trying to read something. Snapping out of it, she moved to the stairs and led us up.
"Come this way, the attic, as you know, is up here." We filed up behind her, noticing the black cat on the stairs and giving it wide berth. "You girls can have anything you find up there of interest, I have been through there already and taken all i wish to keep in the family, and shipped it to my great granddaughter. But mind you, some things up there are old and may not interest you at all.."
I heard my friends behind me whispering little comments, but none actually clearly reached my ears. "Thank you Ma'am." Like we would want any of this old stuff?

Hour later:

"Whitney, have you ever seen so much stuff in one area?!?" We had been at it for at least forty five minutes now, hauling and loading up box after box of things. I was sitting going through an old trunk in the back of the room, trying to look around a mountain of trunks with a very unsturdy rocking chair perched on top of the whole mess.
"I cant believe how many books this woman has!"

 

[The GrandMage]

James Barron

He was eager with anticipation as he arrived. He bent over, hands on his knees, panting with the exertion of the run. But the thoughts of getting some more inventory for the store brightened his mood. There were a lot of rumors around town that old Maddie Hayes was a witch. And, if anything, that only strengthened his excitement. He beleived in witches about as much as normal people, but had always hoped they were real. He doubted if Mrs. Hayes was one, though. She was just a kind old lady as far as he was concerned. He'd help with some lugging, and, if he was lucky, he'd end up with something new to spend his nights looking over.

After the introductions, he was beaming at the news he could have whatever he wanted, after it'd come down from the attic. It was like a dream come true. Like a kid in a candy store, James set aside a few boxes, filling them up with books before moving on to the next. It'd be a hard night, carrying them back to the store, but he didn't care. He happilly lugged about everything Mrs. Hayes wanted, eyeing his ever-growing stack of books.

It was a dream come true. Add the young woman in the attic (he knew them all, glory be to small towns) and it was trully one of his better days. The others didn't seem to care about the stuff they were carrying, maybe they were getting paid? He saw a few pocket some some thing that looked valuable, and they didn't seem to mind him lightening their loads by taking out all the books, as long as he kept up with his end of the job.

 

[nightray]

Scott

My hand slaps the alarm clock as it rings waking me. I roll out of bed and slowly stand up shaking my head wincing with the pain. I look around at the empty beer cans around my bed. I slowly make my way to the bathroom filling the sink with cold water I dunk my head in. I flip my head up gasping with the cold. I look in the mirror blinking at the site of my red rimed eyes and must black hear.

I sit on the toilet turning on the shower waiting for it to get hot. I finely step in as it begins to steam. I step in to it sighing as the hot water hits my skin turning it red. I scrub my self hard getting the greases from last nights work off of me.

I get out drying my self off as I walk back in to my room I go to my closet picking out some clean jeans and a black T shirt with a silver dragon on it. I walk down stars not bothering to look for any food. I step in to my shop that my father had equipped for me. I smile at the motorcycle that I had finished last night black and silver with red and silver dragons fighting echother.

I walk around it thinking that I out did my self with this one granted most of it was down by my fathers metal workers back home and all I rely had to do was put the pieces together but I did the paint job my self. This is my nineteen birthday present from my father a specialized chopper made just for me every thing was made to my mesherments so the ride would be smooth and comfortable.

 

[Lethe]

Will

Will felt somewhat betrayed. There was no law, as such, that Barron Books had to be open on Saturdays, but there should be, he thought darkly, eyeing the closed sign. When he wasn't locking himself away in his room with a pile of books and a computer or at college, most of his waking hours were spent happily going through the shelves of the second-hand bookshop.

It had the musty smell of the library room at home, the one part of his childhood Will remembered with affection. He had several times been tempted to make a little burrow for himself in the shelves to sit and read, like he had done in the old library. Will sighed, and was about to turn away, when he remembered something.

He'd been too shy to talk very much to the bookshop's owner, James, but the sheer frequency of his visits meant that they had formed a vague, affable acquaintance. Last time he'd been, James had mentioned something about Maddie Hayes' attic being cleared out. She'd been looking for students to help her clear the stuff out, promising first pick on whatever treasures, interesting junk, books and bric-a-brac were turned up before it was all auctioned off. James had suggested Will show up.

Will hadn't wanted to at the time, but his two other options; wandering aimlessly around town or returning to his dark little room in digs, seemed equally unappetising suddenly. He made up his mind and set off.

He arrived at the Hayes house feeling rather insecure. James' invitation now seemed very vague, and Will reminded himself uneasily that he had never even met Maddie Hayes. With a hesitant smile, he pressed the doorbell, the analytical part of his mind all the while analysing the curious, old-fashioned architecture of the house...


OOC: Hope you don't mind the slight presumption on your char, GrandMage, it just seemed to fit

 

[The GrandMage]

James Barron

OOC: What? Now, that's fine. Exactly how he would have acted. But you've got to know, James isn't going to let you get any books. He's got dibs on everything from diaries to newly released paperback romances, after it's been shipped down form the girls upstairs, of course.

IC:
He glanced over at Will as he carried another heavy box outside. "Hey, Will, good to see you dropped by. Grab something and help along. After it's come down from the attic, you can have whatever you want, except for the books, of course, I've already claimed anything that may come down in the name of Barron Books, WinterHaven's one and only bookstore!" He chuckled, and gave a wink. He was in a good mood, but meant every word.

He shifted his load, and continued on to put it with the rest as another guy pushed him along, lugging another box full of old things. James raced back in, shuffling through another few boxes, and adding a few more stacks of books to the piles already there, as well as silver pocketwatch he pocketed.

 

[ARaynes]

Mira Conners

Mira was enjoying cleaning out the attic with her friends. It was one of the few things that she liked to do, like garage sale shopping.

Picking up a leather bound book she looked it over. It looked old indeed years and years old. "Maddie, what is this?" She asked opening it up a little.

Inside she saw exactly what it was. "Healing for the Human Lover." She laughed a little at the name. "Healing for the human lover?" She giggled. Like there is any other kind of lover. "What kind of healing does this have in it? Like home remedies?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Jessi

I glanced over at Mira and what she had in her hand. Chuckling, I pointed out, "Perhaps it makes his you-know-what longer?" I chuckled a little, making Maddie give me a stern look and she went back to talking to Mira.
Reaching the bottom of the trunk I pulled out a large book.
"My heck this thing is huge!" The book was at least twelve by twelve inches and HEAVY!
Hefting it out and landed on my ass on the floor with the book in my lap.
"Maddie? Whats this?" She turned and looked at the book in my lap, "Something of my grandmother's I believe."
"Do you want it?"
"No deary, I am dying what will I do with it?" She cackled again and went back to the box Mira was in.
"Hey Whitney, come here and look at this." The cover was leather is appeared, thick and old looking.
Opening the cover up I read the front page hand writtein in caligraphy.
"Spells and Hexes Chapter one." Rolling my eyes, I opened the book to the first chapter and started reading.
"Hey Whit.. Want to make some guy love you beyond control?" I laughed, "This is funny stuff. Hey Maddie? Can I keep this one?"
She glanced at me again, looking irritated for the interruptions.
"Fine fine.. keep whatever you want.."
Setting the book on a pile of things I had found so far I liked, I went back to the trunk. My pile already consisted of some herb books, I did like a garden. Had an old 17th century wedding dress in there, with some cleaning it would be white again. Found an old Journal that looked interesting, mind you it mentioned a secret lover on the page I had glanced at. And a few little things, like an old orb, watch, red candle and some scented pouches.
I glanced around the mile high mess in the center and winked at Whitney.
Whispering just for her ears I joked, "Think we can find a frog spell?" Whitney gave me a tollerant look as she handed another box down to the hands below.

 

[Lady Talia]

Summer Dodson

OOC
Name: Summer Dodson
Looks: Medium height, short black hair in a french twist, small framed glasses, serious personality, studious, likes chocolate cake,about 110 pounds

IC:

I was really enjoying cleaning the attic, even if it was eating into some of my study time,. There were so many books here!


I was in heaven as I was able to stash some interesting novels away. It seemed that Jessica had also found some things that she liked also.

I turned around with a heavy box and finding myself in an unusual position unwitting crumbled to the floor, bring many of the old items down on me and stirring up a mist of dust. I heard the laughter of my friends and sighed a little as I struggled to my feet continually falling down.

"Is there a spell in there to cure clumsiness?" Whitney asked Jess" I think she needs it"

I also began to laugh goodnaturedly after a while. Ater all that's what friends are all about.

 

[Shoty98]

Whitney

The morning had past by like a blurr, the ritual of getting ready for the day, walking to Maddie's house, the warm comrodery of four lifelong friends as they made their way to the house.

I could not believe, after the good tidings were made and we were shown to the attic, the amount of stuff that one woman could collect in her lifetime. But in a way I could understand as I had found so many things that I would love to have to continue the decoration of my victorian home, things that would fit just perfectly and looked as though they had just been captured in the halt of time.

Jesse had mentioned something about the amount of books the old woman had collected, but for the moment I hardly acknowledged what she had said. Lost in a trunk that I had found, stuffed full and threatening to burst at the seams with old gowns. Some were more beautiful than others, but all had the unique 1700's beauty. I tucked some away in a box I had emptied and the others I left in the trunk. Surely they would fetch a good price for charity, some historic museum or such would pay for them.
In that same trunk I had found some books ranging from, Romance novels written in the 1700's and such, a journal of sorts where some dainty hand had written the studies she had studied in her life, and books of several philosiphers that must have been her favorites. I knew that somewhere amongst this mess, Mr. Barron was hording and laying claim to every book he could possibly find, for the store of course. Knowing this I tucked the books, I wished to keep for future reading, neatly between the folds of the dress.
A thought began to cross my mind when i heard a thud on the floor. I peered around a wobbling stack of whatever it was to see Jesse sitting on the floor a 'ten ton' book resting in her lap. i watched her eyes roll as she opened the book ""Spells and Hexes Chapter one." I grinned and my shoulders shook helplessly with the laughter. "A spell to make a man fall madly in love with me?! Think about it Jesse, it would be my luck that the spell would backfire and he would become obsessed. And the I am afraid would be a nightmare." I chuckled and continued to compile boxes and hand them down the hands below.
Things were moving smoothly for the moment, then there was a loud thud and the clammor of things falling in it's wake. I straightened myself and peered around, above a partially stacked, mountain of boxes I saw the cloud of dust. I did not have to guess what had or to whom it had happened to. It was Summer, and before I could catch my tongue I hollerd out to Jesse "Is there a spell in there to cure clumsiness?" I think she needs it" I giggled and heard the others joining in.
Swiftly I made my way to the cloud of dust where Summer was, trying to get up repeatedly and finding a difficutly in the task. Sweeping boxes and furniture out of the way, I firmly grasped her hand and pulled her up into the empty space on the floor, afraid to search her face for fear I would find a hurt expression on it but she seemed to laughing with the rest of us. "You okay? This place is a disaster waiting to happen."

 

[Lethe]

Will

Will's eyes widened at the sheer amount of things that were coming down from the attic. There was nothing like this at home; everything was modern, gleaming clean, and sterilised, and if a thing was even two years old, then it was out of date and soon thrown away and replaced.

He picked up a box, staggered outside under the weight of it and rooted curiously through it. An old, battered silver athame knife, carved with runes. Will curiously put a finger on its edge and to his surprise found it still sharp, despite its appearance. A tiny crystal, uncomfortably resembling a human eye. A wooden puppet, half its strings missing.

Will wondered where and why Maddie Hayes had accumulated such a bizzare assortment of things

 

[The GrandMage]

James Barron

"Hey! Cool puppet! You want it? No, cool, I'll take it, then. Thanks!" He lifted the wooden toys out. It's joints were connected, even if the lines were missing. Cut the rest, and it'd be something nice to put behind the counter with the antique book. He put it on top of the pile, and continued on.


~~~~~~~~~Much Later~~~~~~~~~

He grinned over at Will as the last box came down from the attic. He rooted through, setting a single book on his piles. Other than that, there wasn't much else. The other guys had left a while ago. Will helped him lug the box out. James made sure to carry most of the weight. Will hadn't looked used to lugging heavy stuff around, so as they started doing it together, once there were only a few left, he had taken more and more weight, making it seem like either the boxes were getting lighter, or he was getting used to it.

No use wearing the poor guy out. Besides, he was a friend. James always considered his regular customers as more than just customers. They came inside his home, they shared their interests and passions with him through the books they read. And Will was one of the people he felt he saw enough of to think of him as a 'friend'.

They set the box down, and he sighed in relief. "Not bad, ehh? I hope you got some good stuff, man. This place is a treasure trove. Too bad I don't have a house this size, I would have just taken it all." He laughed, and smiled as he went to the door. The girls came out, and James swallowed loudly. They were a little younger than him, but they'd lived in the town their whole lives, just like he had. Having the only bookstore, he saw a lot of people of town, and he had watched those young women turn from children into remarkable looking young women. He had to admit, he thought they were all good looking, and more than once had tried to work up the courage to ask them out, but never could. He grinned, and waved at them as they carried out boxes of their own.

"Hey, you need any help carrying those? You know I'd be happy to help you if you need it. Heck, let me run home and get my dolly, and I can move all your stuff for ya. I'm gonna have to go get it to make a few rounds for those mountains of stuff you saw. It'd be my pleasure to help such lovely ladies." He smiled after the compliment, it was the closest he'd ever gotten to asking any of them out.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Jessi

One by one the girls filed down from the now cleaned out attic with their 'treasures' in arms.
First I made my way down, Whitney handing my things, and setting them down to take the rest. Each came down and gathered her box of things and we filed down stairs.
Bumping in James, He offered to help us get our things home. Smiling brightly, I declined since we were only two blocks away from our own homes.
"Thanks for the offer James, but from the looks of that pile of books.. you are going to need all the room in your vehicle just for those." the girls all stopped and looked at the mountain of books James had aquired.
"Damn I think he took the whole attic! Maybe he needs our help?" Chuckling at Whitney's words, I winked at her and nodded. "Yeah he might need more hands than we do."
I glanced over at James and Will, "We'll be seeing you guys soon I'm sure." All of us made a habit to check the book store often for either to find Summer, or to see what new books he had shipped in.
I made my way home and set the box down in the middle of the living room with a loud thump. Each of us had parted ways agreeing to meet later in the pizza shop for dinner and to tell about what we uncovered.

 

[ARaynes]

Mira Conners

It was amazing all the neat stuff we found in the attic. I found lots of things that I could use worth trying. Healing books, three of them. I found a dress from the renincance era. It would come in handy at the faires I often traveled too. There was a pipe that belonged to someone in her family that I lay claim to. It was ivory, actual ivory. Beautifully crafted.

I arrived home and lay the books and dress out. Taking the pipe I laid it on the counter. That is when I plopped down on the sofa. Tired and my feet hurt.

The next thing I know I was waking to find that I was past due at the Pizza parlor. I had to hurry.

 

[nightray]

Scott

I look up at the clock on the wall of my grog frowning I had spent more time then I had realized waxing my bike up making the dragons on it shimmer as if they where alive. I smile down at it saying to my self, “Might as well taking it out on the down and see how it handles." I walk it my home washing up quickly before changing in to some clean jeans and a T shirt.

I then walk out to the grog hitting the grog door opener squinting at the light as it comes poring in. I put on my black helmet and straddle my bike revving it up smiling at the nice rumble it makes. I then pull out of the grog and on to the road. Move threw the street barley keeping my self form speeding not wanting a ticket on my bikes madden ride. I drive up and down the streets of the small town smiling as people stop to look at the one of a kind bike.

I pull in to the pizza parlor parking my bike and taking of my helmet shaking my head vigorously. I swing my leg off of it and look down at it a proud smile on my face at a job well down it was the first bike I put together with out ether my dad or on of his men looking over my shoulder and she purrs like a kitten.

I walk it to the pizza shop looking around then I move to a both near the back where I can see every one coming in and also see my bike threw the windows. I feel protective of it having put so much time and effort in it and my father had it made special fore my 19th birthday.

I look at the waters smiling my best smile smiling broader as I see her eye flick over me obvisly imprested by what she sees. I say “I’ll have a large all meat deep pan pizza pleas and a large pitcher of root beer to go with it.” she nods jotting it down and smiling broadly back at me be for move to tell the cock what I want.

 

[The GrandMage]

James Barron

He stepped inside, grabbing a box full of things that weren't books, a few items he had picked up here and there for the store. He smiled, and looked at Will as he made his way back out. "Hey, Will, I just wanted to let you know, because I don't do this often, but I'll have the store open tomorrow. Eleven to five. Why don't you drop by, tell me what you think of the place once I've got it all spruced up, eh?"

He grinned, and said his good-byes after Will had replied, and went off to the store. The 'back room' was very large. It was where James, and his father before him, had mended old books. Both for the store, and the city and college's libraries. Both were pretty small, so they enjoyed the service, especially at the cheap price. It had a small workbench where that was done, and some locked and cover shelves in the back where the really expensive books were put.He set the box down, and grabbed the dolly in the corner before heading back to the house.

The dolly made his job a lot easier, and he had everthing moved after five trips leaving the dolly, he raced back to check if he'd missed anything. He picked up a few stray book, and thanked Maddie for several minutes before racing back to the store.

Setting the books with the others, he began to sort through them. Those for the front of the store, those that stayed back here, those that went on the floor, those that needed repairs, and so one. Once they were sorted, he could begin to put them out. He grinned happily, even as he realized there would be no sleep for him.

 

[Shoty98]

Whitney

I hefted my box on home, looking forward to digging into it and taking just a bit of time to thoroughly look at all the little things I found. Cleaning them up would have to wait till after dinner.

With a grunt I pinned the box between the doorframe and my body and opened the door with my free hand. A few minutes later I lifted the box to my kitchen tabl and quickly began to remove things. The dresses were the first to come out, three of them were very old ball gowns that needed a bit of cleaning. They had been sealed fairly well in the trunk, but not quite well enough. The fourth dress was made of sheer black material, long black sleeves had tiny silver buttons to hold them tight at the wrists. The length was long, nearly reaching the floor as I held it up.
Next I pulled out the books and carefully stacked them up on the table, surely these would make for some fine reading. I was begining to feel fatigue from todays exertion, but the thought was soon tossed aside, the sight of the bowl I had found catching my eye. I had almost forgotten about it. Picking it out of the box I examined it, the intricate hand painted picture. Weaved a story of looking out over the ocean in the night, the stars and moon shinning their light from above on all that play within the water.
It was, to say the least, entrancing. But I knew full well I needed to get cleaned up and get my butt over to the parlor.
Within ten minutes I was showered and dressed. Donned in a short black skirt, a light green halter top and black sandals, I took one last look in the mirror, ran a hand through damp flame red curls and hauled off out the door. A short time later I arrived at the Pizza parlor, Passing Scott's motorcycle on my way. Inside I spotted Scott and gave him a friendly wave and a smile, before I found our favorite table in the back corner.
I ordered a coke and two large pizza's, knowing after no lunch and all that hard work the four of us would probably pack away every bit of it. I chuckled a little at the thought of how surprised people were to see how much pizza, four thin, well built girls could pack away. I sipped at my coke waiting for the rest to arrive.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Jessi

I sat down on the couch a moment, looking at the things I had gathered, including that damned book that weighted more than i did. Chuckling I glanced at the clock, "Oh shit im late!" Jumping up, I ran out and locked the house. Jogging all the way to the pizza shop I cam barreling in the door and skid to a halt.
"Oh Whitney! I love you, marry me!" I laughed and colasped in the booth opposit of her, checking out the pizzas.
"damn this all looks good, where to start?" I chuckled and pulled up a very cheesy piece of pepperoni pizza.
"So.." talking with my mouth full, "Where are the other two slackers?" I sipped my coke, since the pizza burned my mouth and grinned at Whitney's look. She hated it when i didn't use my manners.

 

[Shoty98]

Whitney

"Why would I marry you?" I chuckled "To be your cook or order your pizza for you. Ha! " I laughed as Jessi plopped down in the booth and gazed over the pizza on the table. She looked exasperated, unknowing of where to dig in first, then the words came to verify the look. I gigled "You better find some place to dig before you go nuts"
A horrible look crossed my features as Jessi attempted to eat and talk at the same time. It wasn't a matter, really of manners, it was just that it was so disgusting to look at.
"I don't know where Mira and Summer are? I would dare to presume that Mira has her nose in her medical books and Summer has hers in her chemistry books, but of course that is just a presumption."
I poured myself another glass of coke and took a drink, then selected a piece of the combination that plagued one half of the pizza. A soft moan escaped my lips as I bit into the slice, delighted by all the different toppings on it.
"Oh Jessi!" I started after finishing my bite "I found an old bowl in the attic at Maddie's that I brought home. Part of me believes that it is just some antique that probably held fruit or something, but another part of me feels like it is something special. It's about this big." I set down my pizza and held my hands out, so far apart to give har and idea of it's size. "And it's about this deep. You should see it, it is so beautiful."
I took a long drink of my coke "Did you find anything exciting?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Jessi

I finished my one piece and shrugged, "Perhaps they are inthralled with the stuff they found, I do know they are coming to eat though.. Sooner or later.." I chuckled and took a sip of coke.
"I found that large book, some little things an old wedding gown of some kind, rather pretty. Just little things. Oh I did find this glass globe, I think a fortune teller's. You know..? The "I can see yer futureeee." I said in a long raspy voice of an aged woman. Winking at Whitney I grabbed another piece and took a bite.

 

[nightray]

Scott

I smile as I see Whitney walk threw the doors I wave back as she takes the both behind me. I eat another slice of pizza when I see Jessi walks through the door walking back to sit with Whitney. I shake my head thinking “Theirs half of the quartet I wonder where the other two are.” I shrug and pore my self another glace of root beer.