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Post by Casey Parker on Sept 8, 2013 13:17:16 GMT 10
This place is amazing! The avenue Casey Parker strolled on was bustling with life. Businesses and shops and stands were lined up, the wares on display told their own unique stories. It took all of the young female's willpower not to rush to each and every shop she passed and purchase at least one souvenir from them all. She gripped her purse, eyes trailing back and forth. Yes, she was looking to buy something to bring back home with her, but she wanted it to be special, perfect. Her shopping for just a single treasure from foreign places usually took the entire duration of her trips, so she had taken an early start this time around-it being the second day of her two week stay in the English Countryside. She prayed she didn't get herself lost amongst the throngs of people swarming past her. She had memorized the maps of her location to the best of her ability, planning ahead of where she would try to explore and what restaurants to stop at. Her destination for lunch was still several blocks away, and between it and her were the temptations of beautiful jewelry, curious antiques, and gorgeous clothes. Perhaps if she came across a book store, she would make an exception, but until then she was determined to make it to the deli without spending a single pound. Though, as she pushed on she found herself eyeing the wares more often than not. Her resolve was quickly deteriorating, to her surprise. Stay strong, Casey. You can do it!
Or not.
Just as the young woman turned the corner, she was met with a large sign resting before a store, a painting of an open novel with the words reading "Buy, Sell, Trade!" in bright red just above. Casey bit down on her tongue hard, frozen where she stood. She stared at the sign, refusing to give in. She had promised herself she would not stop before lunch. If she did, she might not have enough to pay for her meal, and she would have to head back to her hotel to retrieve more currency. That was not the plan. She had to stick to the plan. To the deli, then shop. Deli first, shop later! Casey lifted her chin slightly, breathing in deeply. Just walk past. Ignore it. It is not there.
A bell dinged on the door as it was opened. The store was larger than it appeared on the outside, thousands and thousands of worlds were lined up on ceiling-high shelves that surrounded the perimeter and branched outwards. Casey's eyes widened considerably, her jaw fell open, there were so many books! Fiction, Non-fiction, Sci-fi, Teen, Romance, Mystery, Manga and Comics. . . It had it all. Casey closed her mouth, and walked briskly towards the Fiction section, as she always did when visiting her second homes. I'll look around. I won't spend more than $30. . . That's like 20 pounds or so right? she mused, fingers already skimming across the spines of the beautiful works of art. So many choices, an entirely different world almost. Reading had always been a journey in itself, but reading a book from a place not your own just seemed more. . . Interesting? Magical? Different? She couldn't think of word that did it justice, really. She paused, hand resting on a blue coated novel, the title in gold script. She carefully flipped to a random page, eyes flickering over the words in interest. A vampire romance novel. . . Huh. Her eyebrows raised a fraction, her lips pursed in thought, on hand absentmindedly twirled a strand of hair as she contemplated whether the book would be worth getting. She hadn't read a story about vampires in ages, and judging from the contents of page forty-eight, it seemed promising. One finger began coiling a strand of hair absently as she examined the character names and how they spoke and the event currently taking place on the page. Absorbed in her own mental debate, the faint ding that echoed through the shop, signaling the arrival of another customer, was lost to her. |
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Post by Kiana Katherine Mindear on Sept 30, 2013 17:34:30 GMT 10
Kiana hated shopping for birthday presents, she never knew what to buy for anyone. What do you even buy for a werewolf who works a firefighter and never gives you any kind of hint into what their interests might be or what they might like to get as a gift? She had managed to get something small out of him though, he liked crime novels. That made her job a little bit easier. There was a bookstore in town that was--according to others--amazing. Kiana didn't like books or reading so she was just going to have to hope that she could find the bookstore, not pass out from the smell of books and buy a crime novel without going crazy. It was going to be a difficult job but she would just have to get it done.
From the outside, the bookstore didn't look overly interesting. A large sign with a painted book told her she was at the right spot and through the front window she could see what looked like a small store with shelves or books separated into genres. To Kiana, the place looked like hell and through the closed door of the shop she was already catching the scent of books both new and old. She didn't even want to think of how horrible it would be once she opened the door and walked in. The store didn't look too large but the scent she was already catching told her otherwise. She had a feeling she was going to walk into a maze of books that she would get lost in. Her heart was pounding, a cough making its way up her throat and she felt like she was about to walk into a horror movie situation. She took one last look up at the sign with the painted open book and breathed in through her mouth. She was ready, or as ready as she ever would be. She opened the door and stepped into the store.
Nope. She hadn't been ready. Not even close.
The scent was what hit her first, her werewolves senses crying out in pain as they were overloaded. Alright, she may have been over-thinking it a bit. It wasn't an overload, it was just too much of a smell she disliked. It was the equivalent of walking past a high school bathroom, disgusting, sickening and so much more than you wanted to smell. Kiana tried her best to keep a poker face on as she adjusted to the smell and after a few moments she could breathe. She took in her surroundings next, eyes scanning over the ceiling high shelves of books that created a maze of the room. It was insane. Roller ladders were attached to some of the bookcases to help with reaching books higher up while plastic stools sat in front of other shelves where the highest books were only out of reach for the short. In random spots there were comfy chairs and she even saw an electronic price scanner on one wall that was at the back of the store.
When Kiana felt like she could, she stepped forward and began to try and search for the crime section. There was order in the fact that there were sections but there didn't seem to be any order in how those sections were set out. There were craft books next to fantasy, children's next to romance; it didn't make any sense to Kiana, there didn't seem to be any system to it. She eventually found the crime section sitting opposite the mystery section, although she had no idea what the difference was between the two genres, or that there even was one. Her search began for the right book, she skimmed over blurbs at first then switched to scanning covers for something that looked interesting. Nothing caught her eye, it all looked boring and uninteresting. She didn't want to just grab any book, that seemed rude. She wanted to at least get a book that she could be sure the giftee would enjoy.
She decided to ask someone for a bit of help. She was in a bookstore and she knew for a fact that people who actually liked books could be found here. Why not take advantage of that? A few shelves away a woman not much older than Kiana was reading a book, looking like how Kiana's mother had whenever she read, like she was just lost in paper with words on it. Kiana only felt slightly bad about distracted the woman, she didn't understand why people liked reading so much so she couldn't feel overly guilty about the act of taking someone away from a book. She walked over to the woman and frowned slightly as she wasn't noticed. "Hi, I was wondering if you would mind helping me find a book?" Her lips slipped up into a smile as she caught the woman's attention.
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