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Post by Clara Robins on Dec 30, 2014 19:40:09 GMT
She couldn’t say she was familiar with the area and Clara was sure her bodyguard could point her in the correct direction if need be. However Clara was not looking for treasure or a place to go. She was much more enamored with the beach. The cold water was impossible to swim in but beautiful to look at. She couldn’t help but question why she loved the city so much when such a beautiful view was always only a few miles away. That being said, Clara couldn’t think that the beach would be nice and toasty to a baker like her. She wouldn’t want to raise her prices just to stay in an area that was only super popular during two seasons out of the year. She at least had one bit of common sense.
Clara however didn’t see much else wrong with the place. The sea air was nothing but beautiful and she briefly wondered why the place wasn’t as populated. Sumner City was a booming metropolis but Georgetown held on to its simpler roots with an iron fist. Maybe it was nicer with some other things? She leaned back a little, her lithe body balanced precariously on a railing. She stared behind her briefly- her legs kicked out in front of her while her rear end was the only spot that kept her balanced on the concrete railing. Blue eyes blinked a few times at the boardwalk, before returning her gaze towards the sea.
Clara was sure her bodyguard was practically glued in the shadows like some ninja, but she didn’t see the need to hide anymore. The pink-haired woman giggled slightly as she kicked her legs out like a child would once more. Sliding herself over the bar- she landed back on the boardwalk. Bouncing on her toes, Clara didn’t hesitate into walking further down the beach and practically finding the scenery inspiring. However fate loved to mess with Clara and a man came hurtling down the boardwalk on a bike- and she barely was able to dodge, bumping into someone and falling on her behind.
“Ow!” She yipped- but scrambled up onto her feet again to stare at the person she just cannonballed into. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay? Do you need an ambulance?!” Of course she had resorted to the worst idea in her head- even though the force couldn't have done anything damaging. She was always quick on her feet though- making sure that everyone else was okay before her.
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Post by Isis Urie on Dec 30, 2014 22:16:35 GMT
Well, you could say this was a good day’s work. Not many costumers had come in to eat yet nice tips were resting in Isis’ wallet. Nothing that would get her out of her misery, not the type where the customer leaves half their fortune under the empty soda glasses and now our protagonist can magically create a new life for themselves. Of course Isis would love that. She probably kept working under the waitress façade in wait for one of those but that wouldn’t be today. The female gave an exaggerated sigh and dropped her shoulders. Of course letting ones imagination wander wouldn’t actually help. Retaking her posture she continued walking. One of her arms swinging along with her pace, the other firmly holding her shoulder bag. No one suspicious was around but hey you can never be too safe. No one better to know this than a thief.
As she approached her destination, she slightly smiled at the beach’s atmosphere. The cool breeze the sea brought was probably her favorite thing. Not to mention the sounds the tide brought, oh and the fact that it was much less populated than Georgetown. Okay, giving it a second look, she didn’t only have one favorite thing. A purr scaped her mouth as she briefly looked around. Originally, taking a quick look at the scenery was her only goal but would it harm anyone to stay a while? Nope. No it wouldn’t she shook her head. She commenced her walk down the beach, unaware of her surroundings. In her head, her favorite song was playing. Her low hum contrasted with the waves’ marvelous swishing as she closed her eyes wanting to get even more immersed in her own world. Foolish thing to do.
Not even a second was given for a reaction. Before she knew, Isis was thrown to the ground, whatever peace she previously held forever gone. She wanted to scowl at this person. What kind of idiot would hurl themselves at other person? Unless they wanted to fight. It had been a while since her last fight but Isis Urie was always ready to go. She had gotten to her knees when she heard the female apologize. Huh. Well she sure didn’t sound like one to fight.
Adjusting her honey-colored bangs and looking up at the girl were her next actions. "I don't think bursting into me was necessary." Isis straightened her clothes, violet eyes scanning the face before her. No damage had been done, she was sure about that but the pink-haired girl's reaction was too histerical to let go. Now the topic in question was what to do. Whoever made a fool of this girl would not go unscathed. What ever she would do exaggerating wasn't her style. Or so she told herself.
"Look, I don't need an ambulance but-" Isis abruptly lowered her head while covering her mouth with one hand, the other serving as a support against the arenaceous floor. Her long hair capped her face so her expression couldn't be made. This in favor to Isis, who could barely supress any signs of amusement. "S-sorry" She muttered, clenching her fists, her thin frame cowering into the ground. Pretending sick wasn't her fort but she's suffered from a few headaches. Experience enough to manage this situation. She spent a few seconds "regaining her strength" and afterwards extended her hand toward the girl, requesting help.
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Post by Clara Robins on Jan 2, 2015 2:07:21 GMT
Ever since the incident of her kidnapping, her reflexes were honed and tuned to make sure that she had a fighting chance. That’s what her bodyguard wanted too even if she hated violence. So when the bicyclist came flying down the boardwalk- she had thrown herself out of the way and inadvertently tackling this other young woman. Clara was a responsible woman when it came to anything to her carbohydrates count, so she quickly turned to the woman to see if there was anything she could do. “I’m so sorry!” Clara threw out, not in her defense, but in her apology. “I saw the bicycle coming and I just threw myself out of the way!” The woman’s brunette hair hid most of the stranger’s face out of her view. Clara was unsure if the female had hurt herself or anything of the sort. She didn’t see any blood- and she seemed coherent for the most part but Clara stood firm in her stance to make sure the other woman was okay. Quickly taking the girl’s hand and helping to haul her up to a standing position, it was hard for Clara to stay still. “Well do I need to take you to the hospital? Family? Friends? I want to make sure you’re okay!” Her hands were held out in front of her slightly as she tried to express her need to see this through. Clara wasn’t sure if the girl had a scratch or not but being nice never hurt her! Well…technically it got her kidnapped that time- but Clara quickly shifted her thoughts to something else- particularly the stranger in front of her. In her defense, Clara was holding back what her mother usually did- which was quickly jerk the person around to make sure there was no life threatening wounds before giving a pat-down to make sure no other problems lingered. Clara knew the other woman was a stranger so she didn’t do that- but she felt compelled to none the less. “My name is Clara- if you need to yell at me or something.” She offered with a small smile- hoping to lift the mood. “If you need something to eat to settle your nerves- I have a brand new batch of cupcakes I made this morning.” And as all did- the Robin’s family way of settling all disputes…was food. Clara had picked up the ‘tactic’ if one could call it such a very long time ago. She just hoped this woman would be okay!
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Post by Isis Urie on Jan 2, 2015 21:33:45 GMT
Isis grabbed Clara’s hand and helped herself up. She rapidly shook off any sand flakes that were lying in her skirt and observed the girl ahead of her. If she wasn’t so concerned she would’ve noticed what your average, collected folk would. There was nothing wrong with Isis, no visible wounds or anything aside from her messy hair, which had found a way to tangle itself on the fall that was. As Clara spoke, Isis’ eyes followed different directions but never Clara’s. This could be taken as rude from anyone but hey, Isis was actually following her words manners were just always hard to remember and her restlessness was always hard to control. Her jumbled up thoughts had taken over her and in her head, Isis’ own voice echoed louder than Clara’s. And when she lost the train of thought, she lost it completely. Almost unconsciously Isis took a small step back causing her body to nearly lose balance. Good for her really, a slight shock was all it took for the girl to come back to all senses. Family? Friends? Well, she had her owl if that helped in anything. But of course not. She mentally snorted at herself. Such thoughts wouldn’t even entertain a kid, come on. A short head shake was given in response to the girl’s questions, her eyes still avoiding confrontation. Ah right. Isis was supposedly faking ill, act that was probably screwed up by now. Not the simplest of idiots would believe her pain coming and going like if her head needed reminder it was hurt. Another mental scolding and Isis attention was back on Clara. “That sure sounds tempting, or maybe I should get my lunch out of my bag and throw it at you?” She blurted out what was originally meant to be kept inside her mind. Of course her tone of voice was meant to be sarcastic; a smile was plastered over her face meanwhile she leaned down to grab her bag which she had just recently noticed. There was no lunch, she always had it at the restaurant she worked at, and carrying one with her would be just ridiculous. While Isis’ original intention was to maybe get something out of this girl, money perhaps to buy some medicament and treat her false headache, plans had now changed and now she just wanted to head home and sleep for the rest of the day. Again that abruptly changed when hearing the word cupcake. Oh and a fresh batch at that. She could swear, if they could her ears would perk up like a puppy whose name had just been called. Sweets to her had the effect they would on a child. “Do you really? Ahh food really is necessary to settle the nerves, you know, so if you would, I’ll gladly accept.” Now modesty was something necessary in Isis’ life. Would it kill her to kindly decline offers like this? ------------------------------------- @ Clara Robins |
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Post by Clara Robins on Jan 14, 2015 4:57:55 GMT
Clara was not exactly sure if the girl was still hurt. She knew she hadn’t broken any bones- she could spot that at least. Well the stranger’s behavior wasn’t exactly great- but many people weren’t bright and peppy after being slammed like she was. Poor thing. She was probably shook up with all sorts of things! Poor baby- Clara thought to herself. The woman wasn’t acting hurt as she soon realized just not all there. The sarcastic quip went right over Clara’s head as she blinked. “Well no, it would be bad to waste food.” Was the pink-haired woman’s immediate response. While the birds would enjoy it- she personally would hate to see food wasted. Her eyes shined at the thought of sharing some of her food with the stranger though. “Sure, stranger!” The idea made her perk up considerably as she leaned forward slightly before clapping her hands gently together. “I’m a baker, I love sharing all my little things with people. Come- come! I have some in the car! I can’t have the sand getting in them!” The pink haired woman claimed brightly as she twirled around the other woman and gestured her eagerly to follow her to what looked like a white SUV. Besides the candy colored hearts that decorated everything- including what could be seen of the driver’s seat- it looked remarkably normal. Clara quickly bounced up the stairs to the nearby parking area and quickly slid her hand into her pocket to let the trunk open up automatically as she started to hum and twirl her way there. As if the woman was right next to her, she eagerly continued to talk. “I just made these most adorable little chocolate cupcakes.” She hummed- unzipping the contraption to pull out a small box that held everything together from sliding about when she drove. Opening up the top, small red cupcakes lay inside with ornate cartoony designs on top of them. Brightly colored cups decorated the bottom as she grinned up to the stranger. “I had one left over from my business. They were for a little daycare party- aren’t they just the most adorable?!”
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