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Post by Sarah on Jun 4, 2013 0:04:15 GMT -5
“No problem.” She replied with a warm smile. “I’m actually enjoying this,” She admitted. “I don't usually have much to do during the day hours or I spend them sleeping for obvious reasons...” She turned and winked at him. She knew he knew what she did for a living and she wasn't hiding it from him either.
They made their way to the shop and Street picked out what he wanted and paid for them.. She noticed the look of slight shock on his face at the price and had to remind herself that this was a guy who rarely had a copper to spend anywhere. She smiled widely as he mooned the shopkeeper as he put his shorts on under his armour and stifled a laugh at her reaction to his mooning.
“Should give him his money back for the show..” She told the lady who did not look as if she found her comment to be amusing. Sarah shrugged... “Just sayin'.” She added with an innocent look.
She then turned to Street and shook her head. “You really do know how to show a girl a good time rather you know it or not.” She told him with a wink. She didn't know if he knew what the conversation between the shopkeeper and herself was about or not but it didn't matter she could enlighten him on their way out if he pressed.
“Boots then?” She asked but didn't wait for an answer and headed toward the cobbled street again.
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Post by Street on Jun 4, 2013 0:17:22 GMT -5
“A good time?” He asked with a friendly grin. “I'm glad. It's good to be appreciated.” He was confused, but had found that he often was, so he mused happily. This woman was the third interesting person he'd met in as many days, and they had all approached him to begin with. This usually didn't happen, outside the alley rats anyways. She was also the second beautiful woman in those three days to approach him, and that didn't happen outside the alley rats either, since most people tried to stay away from him. Recent days seemed to be boding well for him.
“And boots it is.” He confirmed, smiling still as they walked out of the store.
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Post by Sarah on Jun 4, 2013 0:27:24 GMT -5
She nodded as he replied about the boots. She took him across the square and to one of the larger shops that was a permanent structure instead of one of the street venders this time. The sign above the door said The Huntsman in large letters and they walked inside.
The place was filled with everything a hunter might need including bows and an assortment of arrows, daggers and of course, boots. Sarah moved toward the boot rack and looked over what was available. The shopkeeper watched them but not like a hawk, ,as they made their way through the store. Sarah attributed his lack of stress over them to being Street was now dressed like a soldier and not like a street rat. This didn't please her really but at least she wouldn't have to glare at the man so often.
She picked up a few boots, feeling them, running her had over the leather and inspecting the soles of the boots. She looked at Street and then at eh pair she was holding in her hand. “Try these on.” She told him and handed him the pair of boots. She was just guessing the size but if they didn't fit then she'd grab another.
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Post by Street on Jun 4, 2013 0:44:56 GMT -5
Street followed the woman and waited for her suggestions. He didn't know anything about boots, and it seemed she knew quite a bit.
He took the boots the woman suggested and sat on the floor with them to put them on. He was flexible enough to do it standing of course, but unfamiliar all the same. The boot was very tight around his calf, but a little loose on the foot. He liked that the leather was thin, especially on the foot where it wore like a slipper. He'd rather it tighter, like a stiff sock.
“I'd like a smaller boot I think.” He told the woman as he looked up at her and pulled the boot off his foot. “Just a bit, but I need it bigger on my legs. Maybe they come with laces?”
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Post by Sarah on Jun 4, 2013 0:57:51 GMT -5
Sarah nodded to his comment and turned and looked through the boots again until she was satisfied with a pair that did indeed have laces. “Ok...try these.” she handed him the boots and waited for him to try them on for fit. They were just slightly smaller than the other ones though with the laces they'd fit his calves to suit his comfort a great deal better.
“The ones I gave you, if you pay attention to them, have a slight tread on the bottom that will not allow you to slip on surfaces so easily but the soles are flexible enough that they won't encumber your movement either.” she told him and then went on. “The leather is soft but at the same time hardy enough to withstand most conditions.” She finished as she watched him try them on.
“Name's Sarah... by the way.” She finally told him figuring he was enough the person she'd thought he was to let him know now. A name simply wasn't something one threw around for just anyone to use.
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Post by Street on Jun 4, 2013 1:12:50 GMT -5
“These are far better.” He declared after tying both of them on. He stood up and rocked back and forth on his feet. “Pretty well ideal I think.” He continued.
Street looked at the woman and smiled again. “Hi, Sarah.” He greeted her warmly. Lack of her name hadn't hindered their interaction, obviously, but he could tell there was a line of trust for her – and why wouldn't there be? She'd have to be a secretive person doing what he knew she did.
He just about offered his name in return but realized she already knew it. He reached out and offered a hand instead. He didn't agree with her trade, but it seemed they could clearly be friends. Common peoples' prejudice against others like him angered him, and he wasn't about to turn the same against someone else.
“I'm glad we met.” He said earnestly. “You're pretty cool.”
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Post by Sarah on Jun 4, 2013 1:23:48 GMT -5
She took his hand and returned a firm handshake with a genuinely happy smile. “I am too Street.” S he replied. “you know...” She tilted her head to the side and smiled again. “I don't think anyone has ever told me I was cool before.” She told him and then laughed lightly. “Thanks.” She ended as she let his hand go.
“So let's go find out what he wants for those thing then should we?” She asked as she looked down at his feet.
She hadn't ever really been one to hold onto mushy moments.. Probably because she’d never had any really. He wouldn't know it but her life was pretty bad from the start and had things gone differently for her she'd more than likely not even have been at all. Most assassins became as such out of a need for money but she was an assassin for the love of it; the money didn't hurt though. She knew his life had to suck too and she guessed that was what drew her to him aside from the fact that he was about to be swindled by the first shopkeeper. She didn't like to see things like that happen to anyone.
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Post by Street on Jun 4, 2013 1:34:32 GMT -5
“Let's” He answered and started towards the counter. “I can't think why.” He glanced over at her as they walked. “You're pretty hot too,” He considered as they got to the counter, “so any decent guys are probably too shy. I don't know about girls though.” He concluded and then looked at the shop keeper and down at the boots he was wearing.
“How much?” He asked.
“A clean silver.”
Street grimaced, then pulled a silver piece from his first coin sack and handed it to the merchant. He looked up at Sarah again and waited for further direction.
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Post by Sarah on Jun 4, 2013 1:50:53 GMT -5
She hadn't said anything to his comment of her being hot until after he'd made the sale. The merchant gave his a great price for the boots too. She was pleased with that but once again thought of what he'd tried had Street look like a street rat and she frowned but covered it quickly with a smile at his question.
“Well, we've still got a good half hour until your gloves will be completed. Did you want grieves?” She asked and then started out of the shop.
Once outside and before he could have the chance to answer her question she grinned at him. “Thanks for the compliment but honestly I couldn't car less what the guys I know think of me. Most of them I'd sooner slit their throats as let them talk to me.” She told him honestly. “I don't usually allow myself time to just hang out I suppose. I took the night off tonight though for a breather and so that I could get my armour repaired from my last gig.” She finished and sighed. “Got caught in a hell of a mess the other night...” She shuddered and then shook her head. “Anyway.. about those grieves...” She let it hang.
She didn’t usually talk shop with her 'family' and didn't really know why she started with him. Perhaps he just made her feel comfortable. She wondered if it was possible she could have just smacked into a possible friend; that was something new.
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Post by Street on Jun 4, 2013 2:06:19 GMT -5
Street grinned awkwardly at Sarah's statements. He didn't really know how to respond to that, but it seemed a genuine response, so he found in a strange way, he liked it. “I'm glad I'm not them.” He said with a light laugh and a friendly smile. “I like my throat, well, uncut.” He winked at her and stopped to think about the grieves.
“Maybe grieves,” He answered thoughtfully, “depending on the cost. I think the weight would be okay but I still need better knives. Apparently there's a chance I slit some throats too.” He joked pretty honestly.
“But after,” He started with a coy look, “you should come drinking, and hang out. I'm hoping I have some coin left over and plan to spend some on mead and merry. Join me.”
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Post by Sarah on Jun 4, 2013 2:16:25 GMT -5
She probably felt almost as awkward to his invitation at a drink as he did to her casual comment of slitting throats for someone just talking to her. She however liked the idea of a drink or two or three; she was long over due that was for certain.
“Yes well I like your throat uncut as well.” She replied with a wink. “So no worries...” She paused and then grinned almost evilly towards him. “Besides I wouldn't get paid for doing so really where's the point?” She raised a brow and then laughed.
“Well.. hmmm...ok tell you what, lets skip the grieves this time looks as though most the shops are closing down anyway.: She told him honestly. “Besides you've got enough to get used to there I think.” She continued. “your boots will protect you form a lot too.” She shrugged and then turned around in the middle of the street until her eyes caught what she was looking for.
“Ah HA!” Se smiled as she turned to look at Street again. “Want a bit of something to eat before we go and pick up your gloves?' She asked and then added “My treat.”
There was a small ma' and pa' diner still open that she had her eyes on and without waiting for his reply she started towards it and then paused. “Coming?” She turned around and smiled at him.
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Post by Street on Jun 4, 2013 2:28:04 GMT -5
“Sounds great.” he answered enthusiastically. “I'm coming.” He laughed and caught up to Sarah swiftly.
“And you would get paid to cut on those other guys you know?” He joked sarcastically, mocking her logic. “But still, I'm glad you like my throat.” He raised his chin as they walked and rubbed his throat as if proudly showing it off.
“But the drinks are on me then.” He returned, casually insisting she come out for drinks.
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Post by Sarah on Jun 4, 2013 2:38:14 GMT -5
She laughed at his showing off his protected throat. “Sometimes one doesn't need to be paid to slit a throat that is worth slitting.' She replied after she'd laughed at him. “Besides I think I could get someone to pay me to do it ya know...just sayin'” She then flashed him that evil grin again.
She walked up to the door of the diner and then opened it up. “Ok you can buy the first two rounds.” She finally submitted to joining him for a drink or two. "After you." She waved her arm in an exaggerated arch inward to the diner.
The diner was small and cozy and smelled of coffee and pancakes. Sarah breathed deeply and sighed as they crossed the entrance and made their way to a table. She sat down and looked out the window then waited for the waitress to come around.
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Post by Street on Jun 4, 2013 2:47:56 GMT -5
“Deal.” He stated firmly and happily as he stepped through the door as prompted. He sat at the table across from Sarah and looked out the window as she did.
“So,” He started curiously, “Why do you do what you do?” He asked, and looked at her as they waited, but it wasn't long before there was a waitress there to take their order.
“I dont know.” He answered the waitress, then looked to Sarah. “I'll have what you have.”
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Post by Sarah on Jun 4, 2013 3:00:27 GMT -5
She raised a brow at his question and was about to answer him when the waitress showed up and she figured she'd wait.
“Ok then we'll have pancakes sausage bacon and eggs with toast. Make the eggs over medium and the toast white. We want orange juice to drink and I think that'll do just fine.” She wasted no time ordering.
The waitress nodded and smiled then turned promptly and left to give the order to the cook in the back.
'Why do I do what I do...” She started and then took a deep breath. “Well I love what I do for starters. I guess you can say I do it because I love it but that's not really an answer now is it. Unless that's what you meant or do you want to know why I started doing what I do?” She questioned but didn't really wait for any reply she'd answer that one without prompt as well. “It's a long boring story really but I'll make it short...” She started and then turned and looked directly at Street. Her gaze showed no emotion at all now. “I watched my father kill my mom and then turn on me... I killed him and was put in an orphanage but ended up taken in by the Elders of the guild who gave me a way to work out my anger.” She shrugged. “And that’s what I've been doing my entire life now. I really don’t' know any other way. I killed my first person when I was 8 and never looked back.” She answered his question with as little boring detail as possible and then the smile returned to her face again.
“What's your story?” She asked.
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