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Post by Evan Rosier Jnr. {Gabs} on Sept 7, 2007 11:30:40 GMT -5
As per usual, the little alley was packed with the sort you wouldn't trust with a stone, selling all sorts of dodgy trinkets from anything ranging from impressive stalls to suitcases with old hats spilling forth. Wrinkling his nose slightly, the man bent and picked up a small bag off what he could only assume was stinksap, though the vender insisted it would protect you from the killing curse if you rubbed it over your heart.
Giving him a smirk, he dropped it again. "No thankyou." Shoving his hands in his pockets he stepped away from the makeshift stalls and walked towards the classier establishments, though these weren't much better except that they had four walls and a roof. He had dressed smart per usual, in his tight black jeans and white shirt with skinny black tie, a black fedora covered the top of his head as he strolled down the street.
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Post by Triston Astin on Sept 8, 2007 19:19:28 GMT -5
It had been a long day at work, leaving triston time to think. These kids were so much like her and Hunter had been, it was very strange to her indeed. Walking through Knockturn Allye had been more for nostalgia's sake than anything, she had no particular reason to want to be there. The last time she had been it had been for money and promiscuouty.
She had dressed like a muggle today, though she did most days anyway. Today was a pair of tight fitting jeans, tennis shoes and a black hoodie she'd stolen from Hunter. It had her favorite muggle band across the front. For a witch she rarely acted it, particularly wasteful in many ways. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail with some ringlets around her face. Looking down she brushed some dirt from her knee before colliding with someone she didn't know.
"I'm so..." She began.
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Post by Evan Rosier Jnr. {Gabs} on Sept 9, 2007 12:40:47 GMT -5
The sharp pain that hit his midriff, startled him from his daze, and he opened his mouth angrily to scold whoever was foolish enough to walk into him. The only problem was, that once his eyes adjusted, he saw that the culprit was a rather distracted looking woman. There was no point getting angry at her, it wasn't very gentlemanly after all. Putting a charming, but rather patronising smile on his face he looked down at her, his arms on her shoulders to stop her from stumbling.
"I take it your eyes were elsewhere?" His voice was pleasant and as charming as his smile, with a touch of an upperclass accent. Everything about him was designed to be pleasing to the opposite sex.
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Post by Triston Astin on Sept 9, 2007 18:56:56 GMT -5
Stopping herself from raising an eyebrow she shifted so his hands fell from her shoulders. "Somethingl ike that." She said with a smile. "Triston." She stated simply, holding her hand out for him to take.
It wasn't that she wasn't attracted to him, he was very handsome in more ways than one. She was engaged and in love, perhaps that was why she found herself almost irritated with this man.
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Post by Evan Rosier Jnr. {Gabs} on Sept 9, 2007 19:05:02 GMT -5
Taking the hand he smiled again, "Pleasure, I'm Evan," he omitted his second name for the time being. When the woman had shrugged his hands off he felt a small feeling of pride, he loved seeing the effect he had on people, good or bad, though he wasn't sure which it was here. She seemed slightly annoyed with him. Throwing his arms wide he bowed slightly, the same charming smile still spreading his mouth. "Allow me to apologise for offending you, love."
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Post by Triston Astin on Sept 9, 2007 19:31:35 GMT -5
"Apology accepted for the time being." Triston smirked, sensing the man thought highly of himself. It wasn't everyday she met someone very near like Hunter in the ego department, though seeing him in this section of town it was obvious he was shadier than some.
"Am I putting a pause in business?" She asked, directing her gaze down the alley.
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