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Post by Kitty on Aug 8, 2011 2:35:05 GMT -5
 The rat moved down the sidewalk at a leisurely little waddle, her tail curled up away from the ground in a happy little curl. She had a relatively empty bag strapped over her back and appeard to be looking for something. The books she needed she'd find out in the bizarre as her student wasn't quite ready for those of the outter bizarre, and she'd be picking up some more supplies for him and his family whilst she was out. But rigt now she was feeling rather hungry, but wasn't exactly sure what she wanted to nibble on. Perhaps she'd stop by a bakery, then she could get the kids she was visiting a little treat, their family didn't seem to get out much anymore... but she could completely understand that. She stopped for a moment and twitched her little nose and whiskers, perhaps she had scented a suitable place to stop? Hmm, indecision. |
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Post by /|/afamere on Aug 9, 2011 19:14:57 GMT -5
Menefer sat there at his small stall that he had purchased after he had been fired from his old job at an four star restaurant, waiting for someone to come so he could make rent for the week. He knew without a doubt that today would be his lucky day. Two days ago he had someone come up and eat food and leave him a gold piece and he was just hoping that that person would come back some day. Though he had yet to see them. He gave a heavy sigh as he rearrange the hat atop of his head. Things were just boring, he had already made some fresh meat samplers and breeds. They would be good enough for any three star restaurant, and yet no one had walked up just yet. He wondered if he should even shut down and look for a job again. The thought of closing down something that he had only had up for a week was disappointing... he blamed it on the location. He was next to a cafe and a stake house, and all he had to show for him was a small shack with three bar stools and a small sign that said "Delicate foods"... he hadn't wanted the name, but it was the only thing he could find at the pawn shop for his small shack o' food. He moved out from behind the counter and went to close the front up. Though it was mid day... sad really. he wondered if it was the bloobling that had attached itself to his leg. He gazed down at it and saw that all its eyes were closed in sleep. Hence the reason he stayed behind the counter where people couldn't see. Even the health inspector came and saw it and quickly walked off right after. |
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Post by Kitty on Aug 11, 2011 11:26:58 GMT -5
She was going to go right to the cafe, the steak house wasn't exactly her cup of tea really, but she stopped halfway there and glanced at the little shack. Was it someone's home? Vagabonds were usually quite willing to run through her tests and trials for some food and coin but, no .... it appeared this little rundown thing was a shop.... for food? Delicate Foods.... what were those? Her ears twitched, then her whiskers before she decided to approach the little makeshift stand. She wasn't exactly interested in the food, living in Corvistowne most of her life had taught her you just don't trust things like this... nor the people that run them, but she was intrigued about the owner.
She didn't take patients against their will, unless the family was representing them due to their loss of well.... their mind, but maybe, just maybe he'd like to indulger her profession for a bit of coin? Boston would understand, he appreciated her work and found it to be quite the fascinating undertaking.
Well hello there sir, how is business today? |
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