AmberLSweet
Experienced
- Joined
- Sep 23, 2017
- Posts
- 55
<<looking for a dominate male, let me know if you're interested via private message>>
"Oh yes, I can see great love in your future.." Dakota said, her voice calm and serene. In the background, meditation music played faintly as the smoke of sandalwood incense rose from its burner near the front of the shop. In the window hung a sign, 'Psychic Readings' in bright neon, along with several wind chimes and Native American dream catchers. The decor was there to lure in patrons, not scare them away as some of the other 'readers' liked to do.
Dakota Stone knew she was one of a few handful of 'real' psychics in these parts, but she also didn't consider herself just a psychic, but rather, a medium. Since the age of 3, she could talk to the dead. She saw them as clearly as she saw those who really were living. Of course, at first, it was scary. Not just seeing apparitions but also, the evil. In time though, she had learned to control most what she saw and especially when she could see them.
Her bloodline dated back as far as the new settlers of the Louisiana territory. It seemed to all run on the women's side of the bloodline. Her grandmother had and was the only one who understood what Dakota saw in her visions and, if you will, dreams. Her mother, unfortunately, passed when giving birth to Dakota...something her father never forgave her for up to this day... and the frequent beatings as a child was what sent Dakota to keep quiet about her 'gift'. At least until recently.
The locals knew the story, as did some that hung onto the old traditions and ways. It was all a matter of perspective. Either you believed or you didn't. Simple as that.
In fact, she even worked with the local police department to aid in the finding of a some missing children.
Finding someone required she not necessarily get into the mind of the person missing, although that was needed, but more into the mind of the person who was committing the crime.
And that in itself was scary.
"What about money?" The woman on the other side of the table asked, "I play the lottery every chance I get and I want to win a lot of money!"
Keeping her face stoic, Dakota hated the greed she could feel from this woman when she had first entered her domain. Quirking an eyebrow, Dakota pretended to ponder the woman's question as she ran another finger over the longest line on her hand, "This tells me that, although it will take a long for your riches to increase, you should not waste your finances on something that will come to you but to rather, focus on the riches you already have."
The woman, Barbara, seemed satisfied with that. When the reading was done, she paid Dakota, giving her an extra big tip, "Thank you so much! I hope I find that love tonight!" She exclaimed as she exited the shop.
I hope the fates intervene and help you also... Dakota thought as she locked up shop for the evening. She needed to get home this evening because there was a storm coming.
****
Dakota had just beaten the storm when she finally made it home. Even though the rains just started, she was soaked to the skin as she entered her small house on the edge of the city. Her grandmother's house. A house in which she was in the middle of restoring so there were some parts that were leaking but luckily, she had already placed some buckets in those spots so she was ready. The only dry spots was the kitchen, the living room and of course, her bedroom with the connecting bathroom.
Yeah, there was still a lot of work she had to do on it. But of course, money was an issue and so far, she had poured every last cent she earned into the house but it seemed to be a futile project.
But of course, she wasn't one to give up hope. It would get done...soon.
Although if these storms kept up with the way they did, she wasn't going to have a house left to refurbish.
Quickly, still in her wet clothes, she put on a pot of hot coffee. Then, as it was brewing, she went to take a quick hot shower before the power was lost... no, she didn't need the ability to see in to the future for that. It was something that happened every time a storm hit.
After her shower, she tossed on a pair of jeans and a faded t-shirt. Tonight, she was planning to get some of the house work done even with the storm raging outside, she knew she wasn't going to get any sleep.
Dakota hardly slept as it was.
Before she started, she made a sandwich and grabbed a beer.
Beer. Or just alcohol in general, helped with the voices.
Helped quiet things a little.
As she was making her late dinner. Dakota paused. She just stopped in midst of placing a slice of bread on her plate.
Someone was coming.
"Oh yes, I can see great love in your future.." Dakota said, her voice calm and serene. In the background, meditation music played faintly as the smoke of sandalwood incense rose from its burner near the front of the shop. In the window hung a sign, 'Psychic Readings' in bright neon, along with several wind chimes and Native American dream catchers. The decor was there to lure in patrons, not scare them away as some of the other 'readers' liked to do.
Dakota Stone knew she was one of a few handful of 'real' psychics in these parts, but she also didn't consider herself just a psychic, but rather, a medium. Since the age of 3, she could talk to the dead. She saw them as clearly as she saw those who really were living. Of course, at first, it was scary. Not just seeing apparitions but also, the evil. In time though, she had learned to control most what she saw and especially when she could see them.
Her bloodline dated back as far as the new settlers of the Louisiana territory. It seemed to all run on the women's side of the bloodline. Her grandmother had and was the only one who understood what Dakota saw in her visions and, if you will, dreams. Her mother, unfortunately, passed when giving birth to Dakota...something her father never forgave her for up to this day... and the frequent beatings as a child was what sent Dakota to keep quiet about her 'gift'. At least until recently.
The locals knew the story, as did some that hung onto the old traditions and ways. It was all a matter of perspective. Either you believed or you didn't. Simple as that.
In fact, she even worked with the local police department to aid in the finding of a some missing children.
Finding someone required she not necessarily get into the mind of the person missing, although that was needed, but more into the mind of the person who was committing the crime.
And that in itself was scary.
"What about money?" The woman on the other side of the table asked, "I play the lottery every chance I get and I want to win a lot of money!"
Keeping her face stoic, Dakota hated the greed she could feel from this woman when she had first entered her domain. Quirking an eyebrow, Dakota pretended to ponder the woman's question as she ran another finger over the longest line on her hand, "This tells me that, although it will take a long for your riches to increase, you should not waste your finances on something that will come to you but to rather, focus on the riches you already have."
The woman, Barbara, seemed satisfied with that. When the reading was done, she paid Dakota, giving her an extra big tip, "Thank you so much! I hope I find that love tonight!" She exclaimed as she exited the shop.
I hope the fates intervene and help you also... Dakota thought as she locked up shop for the evening. She needed to get home this evening because there was a storm coming.
****
Dakota had just beaten the storm when she finally made it home. Even though the rains just started, she was soaked to the skin as she entered her small house on the edge of the city. Her grandmother's house. A house in which she was in the middle of restoring so there were some parts that were leaking but luckily, she had already placed some buckets in those spots so she was ready. The only dry spots was the kitchen, the living room and of course, her bedroom with the connecting bathroom.
Yeah, there was still a lot of work she had to do on it. But of course, money was an issue and so far, she had poured every last cent she earned into the house but it seemed to be a futile project.
But of course, she wasn't one to give up hope. It would get done...soon.
Although if these storms kept up with the way they did, she wasn't going to have a house left to refurbish.
Quickly, still in her wet clothes, she put on a pot of hot coffee. Then, as it was brewing, she went to take a quick hot shower before the power was lost... no, she didn't need the ability to see in to the future for that. It was something that happened every time a storm hit.
After her shower, she tossed on a pair of jeans and a faded t-shirt. Tonight, she was planning to get some of the house work done even with the storm raging outside, she knew she wasn't going to get any sleep.
Dakota hardly slept as it was.
Before she started, she made a sandwich and grabbed a beer.
Beer. Or just alcohol in general, helped with the voices.
Helped quiet things a little.
As she was making her late dinner. Dakota paused. She just stopped in midst of placing a slice of bread on her plate.
Someone was coming.
