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Post by Marko Iliev on Dec 4, 2012 15:19:53 GMT -5
Flower shopping, considered incredibly unmasculine – and more than likely pointless – by the underground society, was at the top of Marko’s agenda today. It wasn’t something he did all too often, but something he did enough so that the north-facing window of his drawing room at least had something nice on the windowsill. His family’s house never had such décor; rather, his father and grandmother kept everything unnaturally bland and clean, and so he partly did it as not to be reminded of that place.
Unfortunately the place he’d served as a regular customer to had recently gone out of business; it had been going downhill for a while, and Marko had passed by it one morning to find the owner gone and the door and windows boarded up. Nothing out of the ordinary, for the Trade District, as small shops did tend to pop up and disappear regularly. Nothing that he couldn’t find a solution for, either.
He made his way down one of the back streets, taking a small short cut towards an area of the district he hardly ever visited; an area where none of his businesses were placed, and he had very little reason otherwise to show his face around. So something in the middle of the main street that might well have been a normality there did in fact catch his eye, causing him to stop mid-walk. There was a gathering of children – well, mostly children – and though Marko couldn't see what they were watching, he figured from the oohs and aahs they were reacting with it was at least somewhat entertaining. Deciding he didn't have to rush to the flower shop, he wandered over to the back of the crowd, peering over several heads to get a good look at what was going on.
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Post by Vasile Ionescu on Dec 13, 2012 5:26:50 GMT -5
When Vasile tipped his hat at the end of his final magic trick for the day and was met with a round of applause so loud it scared away the bird he had used in his tricks, he remember exactly why he enjoyed visiting Granor.
While he did enjoy performing in smaller towns, nothing beat the bustle of a big city. Usually he only managed one show per town, as people would either attend the first time he performed or not at all, but here he easily managed to hold multiple shows on multiple days. All the different districts held different people, and for whatever reason the people here seemed more gullible than on the countryside – especially the rich people. Perhaps they just graved some excitement in their lives, and so, they almost forced themselves to believe all his silly tales of vampires and monsters, his tricks and plays and lies? After all, in the end, humans wanted to be fooled. They wanted to believe in life beyond death, in forces they couldn’t comprehend. Usually, at least. The people on the countryside, so hardened by real life and used to living honest, dutiful lives were different.
Vasile would have gone so far as to call them “boring.”
As the applause finally subsided, the young man placed his hat back atop his head and jumped down from his makeshift stage, grinning and spreading his arms as if to indicate he would soon be addressing everyone present. Some people were already leaving, he noted, probably to continue on with their daily lives and shop for whatever food they’d need for the day, all the menial, boring stuff. But some, some stayed, looked upon him with awe and interest. They wanted to know more. They weren’t done being tricked. They didn’t want to be. Vasile grinned at their enthusiasm.
“Ladies and gentlemen, you were a wonderful crowd!” he cheered, waving his arms like a kid – making his demeanor not at all match with his pompous tone of voice. “I will hold another show in the North Residential District tonight! Everyone interested is welcome to come,” he nodded, dropping his showman-voice and allowing his own, mischievous one to take its place. “If you dare, that is~ It’s a performance where people have been known to disappear…”
The kids at the front row were shivering, but their eyes kept on shining with excitement. Vasile was about to continue with his little intimidation plot, but before he got the chance, many of the kids were being pulled away from him. Whether it was because the parents feared him or because they were simply that busy to continue their shopping trip, Vasile didn’t know. But he didn’t particularly care.
Especially not after, as the crowd grew thinner, a familiar face caught the young man’s attention. Eyes widening for a split second, Vasile didn’t bother to even try to hide neither his shock nor excitement. And so, letting out a shout of: “Ah, it’s you~!” he pointed a finger at his old acquaintance.
He didn’t give the guy a chance to react before he had already made his way to him past all the people and, without a second thought, slammed his hand on his old pal’s back – hard. And repeatedly. “How have you been? It’s been forever and a day! Two days! No, three, it's- ah, did you see my show? That first tale about the ghost town, it's all true, I swear, I was there! Ah but, yeah, how're things here? And how-"
Vasile reluctantly shut up for a moment to give the guy time to talk. He didn't stop slamming his hand against his back though.
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Post by Marko Iliev on Jan 20, 2013 12:53:54 GMT -5
It didn't take him long to realise he'd arrived late and the show was practically at its end. The man at centre stage was announcing so, and stating there'd be another that evening. That was the gist of what Marko had heard, anyway; he wasn't listening in too much detail to what the man was saying because something about him had distracted him – he looked, and sounded, strangely familiar. The crowd started to disperse more and more and he was left staring forwards, trying to put his finger on that familiarity.
And, then...
'Ah, it's you!'
He'd been spotted, and pointed at, just at the moment it had hit him. His jaw went slightly lax; what the hell was Vasile Ionescu doing back in Granor? He wanted to ask that aloud, but the other had already approached and hadn't given him chance to.
“Hey! Hey!” He laughed over Vasile's endless stream of words, to little avail, apparently. He had to admit, it was good to see him again, and the surprise was still sinking in to the point where he didn't actually mind that he couldn't get a word in edgeways at first. So when the other had come to a halt in his speech, it surprised him a little. “Eh? Me? I've been... Alright.” He replied, shaking his head. “What about you? It's been years; what brings you back to Granor?”
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