<div class="floatleft">(http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Aiden%20Kendall/FireAiden_zps841c0083.jpg)</div>Name: Aiden Kendall<br/>Species/Element: Dark Witch - Fire Diety<br/>Wearing: Black leather pants, fingerless leather gloves, black combat boots, black sleeveless shirt<br/>Time: August 1st, around noon<br/>Location: Stoneheng Antiquities<br/>Tag: Theo<br/>Thoughs: Cali, Christa<br/><hr/><br/>Aiden stopped outside of the store, reached down and pulled the door open. He walked in, his eyes squinting and adjusting a little. The lighting was so different from outside. As his eyes adjusted, he smiled. The building was small, cozy. There were books and antiques and they all looked genuine, old. Just what he needed, a place that was quiet, away from his sister. Ugh, the little twirp knew how to push his buttons. All this time she had been keeping secrets from him. She knew all of his secrets, all of them. He already had one sister that he couldn't trust. He didn't need another.<br/><br/>As strong and cool as Aiden appeared on the outside, he did have one fear and it was playing on him right now, after watching his baby sister flirtying with that blond girl. She was growing up...<br/><br/>Aiden glanced toward the male voice he heard. His eyes glided across the man, a once over before his dark blue eyes met with the other man's.<strong>"Hi."</strong>He slowly moved, begining over toward the book shelves, just to look around. He raked some of his dark red hair back from his face. He could sense a familiar presence, just lingering. Christa had been there. Of course she had been. Like him, she was quite the bookworm.<br/><br/>His fingers brushed over a few titles, now and then. He would even pull a book from a shelf and just browse through it. However, he wasn't really seeing anything of particular interest. Most things, he already owned. If he didn't own them, he had read them and didn't find them to be of any danger to the public. So, there was no need to take them. Most likely, Christa had already cleared out anything of real interest. Still, he continued to look. Maybe he would come across a real gem that had been over looked.