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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 20. January 2015, 20:01 (177 Views) | |
| Jams | Tuesday, 20. January 2015, 20:01 Post #1 |
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Half a flower child
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Torans shop had been completely renovated since she'd moved into it in early Autumn. She'd had all the windows un bricked and un boarded, so that during the day she could throw open the old school wooden shutters she'd had put over them instead and let the light stream in. The ridiculosly over the top security had been bumped down to an abominable level, one that she was sure would make Toran cry if he were to ever visit. He hadn't written since, so she doubted he would be paying a visit anytime soon. She had loved Lucy and Torans idea of letting the neighbourhood redecorate (Spray paint and tag) their building with a new design each month though, and she'd kept up the tradition but added in her own touch. It helped to make friends really, and set out roots in the neighbourhood. Another thing that helped was that she'd redone the interior of the building into a community space for kids and teens. With a drop in 'fee' of whatever donation they could manage, Mon-Saturday the doors were open for a rotating schedual of craft workshops for kids and teens, as well as young adult workships in circus themed entertainment. She'd taken to renting out the Dojo to classes, which ranged from actual martial arts to dance classes, to her favorite; Yoga. On nights when she didn't need to be around for anything, she was either yarn bombing the surrounding tree's, benches, and light posts or setting up elaborate (really simple) jokes. Currently, she was on her knee's in a parking lot duct taping a children's harmonica to the grill of a unneccesarily horrid and large truck. Once he got enough speed, he'd hear the dulcet tones of terribly poor country like music, minus any of the saving graces of rhythm and beat. She wore a backpack slung over one shoulder, and she was dressed in her usual matcha green bamboo clothing, typical utility belt that made more jingling bell like noise than any shifty night goer ever should dream of making, with a slim fitting semi water proof hemp jacket in bright mustard. She was certainly no 'covert' prankster, standing out rather like a sore thumb. This particular sore thumbs bright red head of dreads just made her look that much more visible in the early evening, as the yellow light of the street lamps tended to make her head look like an orange match stick. This particular match stick also liked to sing, and was doing so quietly beneath her breath as she finished with the duct tape and dropped it back into her bag. One ear bud was stick in her left ear, while the other hung down the front of her jacket, cord wrapping around her side and into her pocket where her phone was tucked away playing something very much like Beyonce. Infact, it most certainly was. |
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