Candles, Chalk, and a little Demon Summoning
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				Title: <strong>Candles, Chalk, and a little Demon Summoning</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 02:39:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i981.photobucket.com/albums/ae300/windowpanenovel/Caitlynn.jpg)<br><div align="center">Caitlin "Cait" Haslett</div></div>She was just a small-town girl who started her own candle business out of her mother's basement during her senior year of high school. It was her dream to go to the big city and open up her own store. That was five years ago and fast forward to present day Parker, Colorado - not too much has changed. Caitlin isn't sure where the time, or all the progress she was supposed to have made, went. The store did well enough. She had some steady customers, the tourist and holiday crowds, and a few over-seas distributors. But even keeping the overhead as low as possible and being an employee of one, there was little left over at the end of the month except whatever she was able to pay off on her four credit cards. She got by month to month like that for a while. Bust out of the blue she had one distributor back out and the cost of her organic/all natural wicks just went up - all in the same month. Neither of which she had planned for nor did she have any kind of financial buffer to help soften the blow. So now Cait finds herself broke, overworked, and down to her last month of payment for the lease of her small store (not to mention for the apartment she rents above it). <br><br>Every moment of her day was now spent trying to re-crunch numbers or find some kind of loophole somewhere she could slip through to survive. If not, what were her options? She could go home and join the family business - minimum wage jobs with no pension and home sweet home in their own row of trailer homes in one of the local parks. Well, at least they were happy. Most days she was too tired and stressed and overworked to feel anything. But this place was her dream. Cait still had a picture of her first sale - a little girl who bought a candle as a gift for her mommy for Mother's Day. (Well the mom had bought it but still!) The picture hung behind the counter to remind her of what she felt that day and what she was fighting for. <br><br>Days passed and she decided that nothing more could be done. And so she just kept selling one candle at a time, waiting for the lights to be shut off or the bill collectors to come or to get the eviction notice in the mail. The worst case scenario was already happening. What more could they do? Take away her birthday? That next Sunday (the store is closed, but like always, she is still working) Caitlin is rooting around in dark storage room, looking for what she hoped was a box of supplies that she had misplaced. She finds a handful of wicks and some 2nd rate wax that she had promised not to use. But, broke chicks can't be choosers. As she turned to head back to the store front, she tripped on a loose tile edge and fell. Slamming her shoulder into a nearby stack of boxes caused a chain reaction that ended with her almost being toppled over by a tall shelf as it came crashing down. <br><br>"Hell." She picked herself up and surveyed the damage. "Great.. I will probably be expected to pay to fix that as well." <br><br>After scrambling for her life and picking up the shelf's contents, Caitlin saw a small sliver of light coming from the wall where the shelf had been. Was that? There was a door! Forgetting all about the wax and all the projects that needs to get done for the day, Caitlin's curiosity gets the better of her and she decides to take a peek. It opened to a staircase which leads downstairs to ... low and behold, a sublet apartment! "What the...?" She couldn't believe her eyes - It was a bit dark and dank but in no way worse off than the above apartment that she was currently living in. Searching through the rooms (it had working electricity and water somehow!) she soon realized that there was even an exterior entrance, a bricked-up door leading to the alley behind the building. It only took her a little nudge for the bricks to fall away. <br><br>She stacked the bricks up neatly in the storage room and did some more surveying of the apartment. Hell, it was even furnished! Well, it needed some dusting but hey, elbow grease she's got. That night Caitlin sat at her small kitchen table and stared into her mug of weak tea.&nbsp; She has a dilemma and a decision to make - alert her landlord or just sublet the apartment herself. The latter would give her the rent and lease payment money and allow her to keep her shop open for a little while longer. If she went to the landlord, he would just get another renter and she would still be in the poor house. There was some weird writing on the floor in one of the extra rooms down in the apartment, but Cait just assumed it was graffiti or oddly placed dirt/scrapes. One more thing to clean.<br><br>Now being a generally upstanding citizen, she had her qualms. She was in affect lying to her landlord and he might evict her on principle for finding out. Or worse. But he hadn't been by in weeks and she paid her lease and rent on time. Besides, he hated the smell of candles. So that was that, tne next day she put a want ad in the paper (and a few flyers in the local laundromat and coffee shops around town). <br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Wanted: Tenant for basement apartment. Call and ask for Cait at Heaven Scent for more information.</span></strong><br><br>She would prefer to find a woman and said as much on the flyer. She included the main phone number to the shop in the ad and went back about her business. Maybe everything wouldn't go to hell after all. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Candles, Chalk, and a little Demon Summoning</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 18:36:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Kizzy.jpg)</div>“Kizzy!&nbsp; Hold on!”&nbsp; Kizzy Ranson paused, tucking a water bottle into the pocket of her gym bag.&nbsp; Her fingers ran roughly through sweat dampened hair, years of practice ensuring her many rings did not catch in it.&nbsp; The coins sewn onto her belt tinkled softly as she removed it, slipping into her sandals at the same time.&nbsp; She really could use a shower but there wasn't one there at the studio and the room she was renting was three bus rides away.&nbsp; Wipes.&nbsp; She needed to remember to pick up body wipes.&nbsp; That would at least help.&nbsp; <br><br>Checking herself in the mirror she tugged down at the deep blue choli.&nbsp; The short sleeves and midriff baring bra like top tended to draw quite a bit of attention to her toned build hidden under soft curves.&nbsp; The overly full matching blue skirt tickled at her legs all the way to her ankles as she found herself moving to a beat in her head.&nbsp; Something she tended to do when her mind was allowed to wander.&nbsp; Undoing the knot on the vibrantly patterned hip scarf she rearranged it to wear like a shawl.&nbsp; The slightly chill air would be a killer on her sweat soaked body.&nbsp; She wasn't suited for such cooler temperatures, having grown up in the South.&nbsp; <br><br>Bangles on her wrists and the odd assortment of necklaces and rings gave her a rather Bohemian look.&nbsp; Which was only appropriate.&nbsp; Being the daughter of one of a Tzigane, a gypsy.&nbsp; Not that her mother spoke about it much.&nbsp; Oh sure Kizzy was given the name, taught some of the ways.&nbsp; But the lore and the lifestyle were a mystery to her.&nbsp; Something she'd always hated her mother for.&nbsp; If she was going to be burdened by being different she should at least know why.&nbsp; It was this desire to learn about her mother's culture that led her to dance.&nbsp; Led her to teaching.&nbsp; And ultimately to Colorado.&nbsp; <br><br>There was a small summer enclave not too far from Parker.&nbsp; Her family.&nbsp; But they did not recognize her as such.&nbsp; She was shunned for her mother's actions.&nbsp; Though other than marrying an outsider she didn't know what they were.&nbsp; There was so much story woven around gypsies it was hard to tell what was true and what was just popular culture.&nbsp; Rejected by both sides of her family, no siblings and parents long dead, Kizzy was utterly alone.&nbsp; And broke.&nbsp; <br><br>Though the studio's owner rushing towards her with a big smile and an envelope would help that last part.&nbsp; “Here you are!&nbsp; You've been so great.&nbsp; The women just can't stop talking about how much they love your classes.&nbsp; Would you be interested in taking on another two or three days?&nbsp; I have a waiting list!&nbsp; This is so exciting!&nbsp; I've never had a waiting list before.”<br><br>Kizzy tried to not grab at the envelope as Laura gestured madly when speaking.&nbsp; “Oh sure.&nbsp; I'd be happy to take on a few more classes.&nbsp; The money will be nice.&nbsp; I have a couple of other things I can teach.&nbsp; Styles.&nbsp; This is just basic tribal dancing, sort of a mix of lots of cultures.&nbsp; I can do Egyptian belly dancing, Indian belly dancing, Bollywood style dance.&nbsp; I could even teach pole dancing if you want.”&nbsp; The last made both Kizzy and Laura blush.&nbsp; While the woman knew how, had taken lessons and even taught in another town.&nbsp; It was still so very risque to even think about.<br><br>“No, no.&nbsp; No one really knows the difference.&nbsp; They just like the costumes and feeling sexy moving around.&nbsp; You...you really could teach pole dancing?”&nbsp; The last was spoken softly, Laura looking around to ensure no one over heard.&nbsp; Parker was rather liberal in some aspects but when it came to flaunting sex appeal they were practically puritanical at times.&nbsp; “Maybe...a class for a few select students.&nbsp; Well talk about it later.&nbsp; I...I need to think about it.”<br><br>An audible sigh of relief was let out when Laura finally handed over the envelope.&nbsp; Her first paycheck.&nbsp; It would be horribly rude to open it and look at the amount in front of Laura.&nbsp; It was the annoyingly perky blonde's sweet expression that ensured Kizzy was never rude.&nbsp; It would be like kicking a puppy.&nbsp; “Well just let me know.&nbsp; I'm pretty much free when not teaching.&nbsp; It's not really the wedding season and I'm not sure bachelor parties here are even interested in belly dancing.&nbsp; I should get going.&nbsp; The land lady wants her rent today.&nbsp; Thanks Laura.”&nbsp; She almost managed to escape before Laura caught her by the upper arms. Insisting on the trite ritual of kissing one another over the cheek with a loud mwah sound.&nbsp; She'd never known anyone that actually did that before.<br><br>Free and clear, Kizzy hurried out into the late afternoon.&nbsp; It was utterly amazing how many bored housewives there were in this town.&nbsp; But if shaking and wiggling made them feel better and they were willing to pay to learn how to do so, Kizzy wasn't going to complain.&nbsp; The first stop was to cash her check.&nbsp; It was depressing.&nbsp; Most of the people in there were trying to pay off their payday loan or take out a new one.&nbsp; The teller barely managed to hide the sneer behind a false smile as she processed Kizzy's transaction.&nbsp; Could have been that she was sweaty.&nbsp; Or that she looked like some movie extra.&nbsp; Or just that the woman was a bigot.&nbsp; It didn't really matter one way or the other.&nbsp; Not once the cash was tucked safely in the little belt purse at her waist.<br><br>Next was the market, to add minutes to her phone, not that she received a lot of calls.&nbsp; It was almost depressing that the little message light didn't turn on once the phone was refilled and powered up.&nbsp; Her mind was on deciding what she wanted for dinner when a flier posted to the bulletin board caught her eye.&nbsp; <em>Heaven Scents</em>.&nbsp; It was corny and catchy and brought a little laugh.&nbsp; The place was nearby.&nbsp; If it could mean not having to take the busy, it would be worth an increase in rent.&nbsp; Never one for the phone, she decided to just stop by.&nbsp; Worst the owner could do was say no.&nbsp; A word she heard far too often.<br><br>The soft jingle of her jewelry accompanied the odd tap of her sandals as she walked to the store.&nbsp; She was feeling really good and couldn't help but put a bit of shimmy in her step.&nbsp; It drew more than a few odd looks, which were responded to with a smile and a wink.&nbsp; The shop seemed quaint from the outside.&nbsp; Certainly nothing implying creepy, run girl run. The bell on the door rang as she entered, the sound pitched beautifully.&nbsp; Sweet, soft and welcoming.&nbsp; Most didn't pay attention to such things but when you had music in your blood you couldn't help it.<br><br>The scents of the candles rolled over her, causing Kizzy to stop and be perfectly still.&nbsp; A rare occurrence but one that was needed to appreciation the aromas. “Wow.”&nbsp; It was like a music all to it's own.&nbsp; Some of the candles giving off a soft and gentle scent.&nbsp; Forming the base line.&nbsp; Others sharper and more noticeable.&nbsp; All of them melding together into something wonderful.&nbsp; &nbsp; Leaving the dancer momentarily forgetting where she was and why she'd come.&nbsp; Standing there with all of her worldly possessions tucked into a gym bag, swaying to the smells. She could feel the dance they inspired and if she wasn't careful, would find herself moving to the insistent beat in her head. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Candles, Chalk, and a little Demon Summoning</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>05-01-2013, 04:45:01</strong>
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				Beyond wax and candles, Cait was up to her eyeballs in requests to look at the apartment for rent. Problem was - the requests were mostly from men. Did she not put the word "woman only"? Did someone scratch out the "wo-" on her fliers? <br><br>"Thank you for the interest but I would prefer to rent to a woman. No... offering to dress up in my clothes doesn't count. Sir, I really don't think your blow-up doll qualifies... Sir? Sir! Good luck finding a place." She set the phone down on the cradle and then rested her hands on the laminate top of the counter. "What a day!" It had been a slow morning for business and Caitlin set a 'ring the bell for service' sign on the counter. She was going to go work on her last batch of candles for the week (and maybe forever if she couldn't find a decent renter). She hummed and sang along to a song in her head as she went through a soothing kind of "get ready ritual". <br><br><em>"There's an anchor that's pulling on my heart. And it's deep in the water but it can't take me down."</em> <br><br>She ran her fingers through the long thick red strands of hair, smoothing tangles that had gathered from her many trips up and down ladders in the backroom. She used a few skilled fingers to sweep it all back and set a messy part down the middle. As she braided each length of hair, she swayed and walked through the store, nudging things into place with her elbow and sweeping away bits of leaves with her flip flop covered feet.<br><br><em>"Tracin’ faces with fingers and we’re just the same as we were. Just our eyes never found what I see now."</em><br><br>Hair sufficiently wrangled, her next task was her clothing. Wax wasn't so messy when making tea-lights. But she had recently been working on more than a few different styles and shapes, not all of which fit into a little metal container to cool. She changed into a pair of heart covered rain boots that fit nicely over her worn wrangler jeans and began to unbutton her work-shirt. Her dad had gotten some imprint company back home to have a ton of "Heaven Scent" shirts made up for her grand opening. Sadly they were men's powder blue dress shirts. But... it was free advertising so even now, years later, Cait slipped one over a tank top and went about the day. (They also made incredibly good rags and drying towels for all the stock.) <br><em><br>"And I’m taking it, one day at a time"&nbsp; </em><br><br>She twirled more as her voice rose to match the tone of the singer (still... in her head) and she allowed the tails of the unbuttoned shirt to wrap around her torso as she did. Anyone walking into the store would be in for quite a show but her normal clientele came in around lunch and after work - those that shopped before or after eating. Sufficiently dizzy and dance-happy, she gathered the ends of the shirt and tied it together into a halter (showing off her pink tank top that hugged at her bra and tummy.) It was a very... 90's look but she hated getting the loose fabric into the wax. It made a mess and left fabric patterns on the candles. <br><br><em>"...... You're still on my mind." </em><br><br>Caitlin made sure to engage the door chime so she would know if anyone came in abruptly and headed back towards the storage room (which doubled as her workspace).<br><br><hr><br>Three hours later and she had a decent supple of candles to show for it. Most were drip candles - which were quite fetching but made a great deal of mess. She was hanging the last batch when she heard the chime (accompanied by more jingling that she couldn't quite place.) Wiping some wax and bits of left over wicks on her black "Candle Makers Do it with Hot Wax" apron, she headed out into the main floor. <br><br>And what she saw stopped her in her tracks. Now, most of her customers were what she called "church group buyers". She had the biblical title in the name of the shop (though that was the extend of the religiosity found inside - no "Crosses with Your Birthstone!" impulse buys anywhere) and candles were a pretty mainstream gift for congregation attendees. They stopped in, picked from the more 'safe' scents and styles, and went on their way. It was a never-ending scene of pastel two piece suits. <br><br>But the woman that was lightly dancing around the shop (like Cait had done earlier but with a great deal more rhythm) - she was <strong>vibrant</strong>. She moved with grace and confidence and an appeal that even a small town straight-laced girl hung onto. It was Cait's own shop and she felt a little shy and reluctant to interrupt the exotic dancing lady. She slipped behind her counter but her clunky rain hoots gave away her position before she was able to pull off her wax-ing get up. When the two women's eyes met, the awkward feeling proprietor did her best to be professional.<br><br>"Hi, welcome to Heaven Scent! Take a look around. Let me know if you see anything you like and we do custom orders if you have anything special in mind!" Well, Cait was telling mostly the truth. One, there was no 'they'. Only 'she' - but most people liked to think she was a franchise of a bigger company. And two, she did make custom orders ...when she had supplies to make them. But those things were unlikely to come back to haunt her. She picked at some blue, green, and white wax that was splattered on the braids that lay on her shoulders and headed over to make sure her customer had a good shopping experience. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Candles, Chalk, and a little Demon Summoning</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>06-01-2013, 02:43:13</strong>
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				Kizzy could feel the skirt start to tickle along her legs.&nbsp; The sway of her hips becoming more pronounced.&nbsp; Her arms joined in the movement, the bangles sliding and clapping together, each movement precise to change their sound.&nbsp; Wrists flicked for a crash of metal as her sandaled foot stomped, adding a slap as she twisted her leg and hip.&nbsp; Finally surrendering to the dance.<br><br>But then the clunk of boots shattered the rhythm in Kizzy's head that caused her to sway.&nbsp; Her eyes flashed open with a blush, quickly trying to seek out the source of the discord.&nbsp; Finding instead an attractive young woman that looked equally embarrassed.&nbsp; “Oh.&nbsp; Umm...hi.&nbsp; Thanks.&nbsp; It's.&nbsp; It's a nice shop.&nbsp; But actually, is umm Cait around?&nbsp; If she's busy I don't want to bother her.&nbsp; I know the ad said to call but I was in the area.”&nbsp; <br><br>Her agile fingers plucked at the fringe on the hip scarf turned shawl as she looked away.&nbsp; Not truly taking a good look at the woman, her confidence gone.&nbsp; When she had music in her head she was confident.&nbsp; But as soon as Kizzy's rhythm broke, she lost it all.&nbsp; Picking up a random candle she held it to her nose, immediately regretting it.&nbsp; The sharp scent of pine from the deep green candle made her sneeze, dropping her bag and the candle.&nbsp; Nearly setting off a chain reaction of toppled shelves when she bent over to retrieve them.&nbsp; The candle having rolled slightly under the shelving unit.&nbsp; “Sorry.&nbsp; I'll get that.”
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				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 20:53:30</strong>
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				"No, no ... it's fine." Always worried about making a good first impression and never wanting someone to feel put out in her own shop, she doubled over and scrambled to pick up the dark green votive at the same time as the colorfully dressed woman. Luckily for both of them, she bobbed a bit and avoided slamming their foreheads together. Her fingers caught the wick and she was standing up again, setting the candle back in it's place. "Sorry, the pine scent is pretty popular in the winter months but I can't seem to get it to smell strongly enough when it burns without adding a <em>lot</em> of fragrance."<br><br>"Here...try this one." She said as she walked over to another small table of candles and picked out one of her latest favorites. It should help calm the woman's nose and get rid of the memory of pine needles. "It's a mix of blueberry and linen." She handed the woman a small tea light and then remembered/realized that she had asked a question. <em>Good going Cait, the wax has finally started to clog your brain along with your ears.</em> "You said something about an ad?" She wiped her still slick hands (wax was good for the skin, making hers quite soft and supple - but it was brutal to get out from under the nails) and headed over to the counter at first thinking that she was talking about a coupon she had recently put into the local paper: "Two for one Tumblers." She would have a few extras available for walk-ins. <br><br>Her hands fumbled with some papers next to the cash register. That was odd, she couldn't find the coupons. <em>No, wait, that one wasn't going to be printed until next weekend. Then it hit her. </em>"Oh, do you mean the ad for the apartment?" Caitlin turned, her voice rose and became light and hopeful. <em>Oh, please... let that be it! </em>She was tired of all the crank calls and desperate male voices hoping to pay rent "in trade". "It's still available if you want to see it! Here... let me just put out my closed sign." She was quick to dash over to the door, shutting and locking it before quickly turning the dial on her "Out to Lunch - Will Be Back Soon" clock sign and turning it outward facing the street. She didn't even think that she might come across as creepy - she was just so excited. Maybe she would be able to go grocery shopping this week after all. <br><br>She looked down at herself - and realized what a mess she was. Not really the best rentor look - ripped jeans, flipflops, a pink tank top peeking out from under an over-sized blue work shirt, and flecks of wax everywhere - making her soft auburn hair look like birds were preparing it as a nest. She almost regretted that the woman hadn't called first but she couldn't be so picky. <br><br>"Gosh, I'm sorry, where are my manners..." She walked back over and again wiped her hands on her pant legs before extending one out to the woman. "Hi.. I'm Cait. Thank you so much for coming by." 
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				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 03:43:28</strong>
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				A nervous giggle escaped at the near miss, Kizzy trying to be as unobtrusive as possible with them being so close together.&nbsp; The woman smelled like candle wax, it was...odd and yet nice.&nbsp; Nodding at the explanation about the pine candle, she opened her mouth to apologize for dropping the merchandise only to have another candle offered.&nbsp; It would be rude to refuse and so the dancer took a tentative sniff.&nbsp; It was good.&nbsp; More than good.&nbsp; It brought up memories of summers staying with her father's parents, of sun dried sheets and blueberry cobbler.&nbsp; Smiling fondly she began to sway again, a new song filling her head.&nbsp; One of warmth and comfort.<br><br>“Hmmm?”&nbsp; She hadn't realized her eyes had closed until they opened to find the woman fumbling at the register.&nbsp; “Yes.&nbsp; The apartment.&nbsp; Is it still for rent?”&nbsp; Bringing the tealight up for another sniff, she looked to the woman with a faint blush.&nbsp; <em>Please say yes.&nbsp; Please say yes.</em>&nbsp; The thought of finding a doorway to sleep in was entertained for a moment.&nbsp; The room she was renting and it's landlady being so horrendous it seemed a better alternative.&nbsp; <br><br>Kizzy's expression brightened, a smile of relief curving her lips once it was revealed the place was still available.&nbsp; “That would be great!&nbsp; I'd love to see the place.&nbsp; Umm...I don't really have references.&nbsp; I'm kind of new in town.”&nbsp; <br><br>Watching as the mess of a woman rush about the shop to close up, Kizzy suddenly felt horrible for just dropping by.&nbsp; She didn't mean to interrupt business.&nbsp; Taking the offered hand she gave a squeeze.&nbsp; “I'm Kizzy.&nbsp; Look, I can come back later.&nbsp; So you don't have to close the shop.&nbsp; I really didn't mean to intrude, it's just the rent is due today at the place I'm staying and I really don't want to go back.&nbsp; But I just got paid so I can give you first month's rent.&nbsp; And a deposit, if you need it.”&nbsp; She wasn't really sure how much Cait was asking but she had a feeling first and last month's rent would wipe out her wallet pretty quickly.&nbsp; <br><br>“So your ad didn't say much.&nbsp; Just that it was a basement apartment.&nbsp; How much is the rent?&nbsp; And..well...if I mean...I have a job.&nbsp; But if it's possible to knock a little off rent by manning the store, that would be great.&nbsp; I've worked retail before.”&nbsp; It felt like she was begging, Kizzy hated that feeling.&nbsp; But she didn't know for sure that the studio would be able to drum up the business for more classes.
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				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 06:15:43</strong>
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				"It's nice to meet you Kizzy. Nah, don't worry about the shop. It is usually dead now till the after work crowd comes through anyway." If only to illustrate her point, Cait waived her hand to the dead street in front of her shop before that same hand raked through the long messy bangs that had fallen out of her braids and now hung around her jawline. <br><br>She felt nervous all of a sudden. Kizzy, was it? She was already talking money and she hadn't even seen the place yet. Cait hoped it worked out. She would also have rent due to her landlord soon. And god forbid he come by to collect and see the "apartment for rent" sign in the front window. That was the last thing she needed. <br><br>"There wouldn't be any deposit needed. Just a sublet agreement and first months rent. I am really looking for someone to just help me get by." She began to walk towards the back room, and turned, silently ushering Kizzy to follow her with a flick of her wrist. She headed into the back storeroom and used a key to unlock the basement apartment door. It was a short well-lit walk into the main living area. "The rent I had hoped to asked for was $575 a month and then whoever would be splitting the utilities down the middle with me - which is trash, electric for lights and heat, water, cable, and internet. All and all it's been running about two hundred a month. But if you were serious about helping out at the store, I could see just making it an easy $600 a month." Cait wasn't trying to make a killing after all. This was just a way to make ends meet while she found a way to make her business more profitable. <br><br>"Take a look around. It's fully furnished but I'll help move anything in you want. There is an entrance to the back parking lot and a parking space for ya. There are windows along the side and back wall. Dishwasher and working stove. No microwave but I have one upstairs in my place if you need it." Cait plopped down on the couch and did her best not to follow Kizzy around like a lost puppy. She didn't know this girl from Eve but it felt like a good match. <br><br><em>I just hope this works out. </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Candles, Chalk, and a little Demon Summoning</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 04:22:34</strong>
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				Kizzy followed Cait toward the back, nodding at the price.&nbsp; It was more than she could really afford, it would mean eating rice and beans until she was able to find more or different work.&nbsp; Even with the cut in the rent.&nbsp; “Okay, that seems reasonable.&nbsp; I work at Bodies in Motion, that dance and exercise studio a block away?&nbsp; The owner is talking about adding a few more classes so I don't know what my schedule will be like.”&nbsp; She shut up as she realized she was starting to ramble, going down the steps into the apartment.&nbsp; <br><br>It was nice.&nbsp; Needed a scrubbing but it didn't seem at all depressing and dark like she expected.&nbsp; Having never had to look at an apartment on her own, Kizzy wasn't sure what to look for.&nbsp; So instead she went into each room and looked it over.&nbsp; Turning switches on and off, running the faucets.&nbsp; It all seemed to be in working order.&nbsp; She wondered if she'd get a discount for not using the internet.&nbsp; She didn't have a computer, her laptop having been stolen the year before.&nbsp; But there wasn't really any point in asking, she'd need a computer eventually, if she was to try and start a side business dancing for bachelor parties and such.<br><br>She noticed the odd writing on the floor as well, but it wasn't that big a deal.&nbsp; Returning to the living room she settled on the couch next to Cait.&nbsp; “It's nice.&nbsp; Would it be okay if I put some holes in the walls?&nbsp; Little ones, so I could hang fabric and brighten up the place?&nbsp; I don't have to.&nbsp; Does that door lead to the street?&nbsp; How do you feel about visitors?&nbsp; I don't have any friends here yet but hopefully I will.&nbsp; And what about music?&nbsp; Would it bother you if I play music? I might turn the extra room into a little studio.&nbsp; Would it bother you if I did private dance lessons here?”&nbsp; Realizing she spewed out all of the questions in one breath, Kizzy blushed and fell silent.&nbsp; Looking down at her feet she noticed her nail polish was starting to chip.&nbsp; Waiting for the answers, hoping she didn't freak out the woman she focused intently at the chipped blue nail polish on her big toe.&nbsp; The urge to pick at the peeling paint making her twitch in her seat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Candles, Chalk, and a little Demon Summoning</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 01:47:42</strong>
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				Cait held her breath as Kizzy walked around - as if adding a little more carbon dioxide into the room might affect her decision. It was only when she heard the subtle tinkles of the woman's bangles settle next to her that she allowed herself to exhale. Really, at this point she would have taken much less than $600 a month, as she wasn't really a real estate expert. But hey, she had to pretend that she knew what she was talking about right? It had gotten her this far into the business world after all. <em>Yeah, right into a big deep hole.</em><br><br>Kizzy certainly did have a lot of questions and Cait tried to answer them all - wanting her to feel confident that renting here was a good choice. <br><br>"That door leads to the back alley and it is just a short turn in from the side street." Later she would take the time to show her were her personal parking spot would be along with where the entrance to the back alley was. "Holes are alright too though I just ask that whatever you do, let it be something you could patch or cover up when and if you moving out." <br><br>Ah, visitors. That could be tricky. Cait sat back on the couch, pulling her knees up to her chest and perhaps mirroring the woman's intent, her own fingers began to scratch at a few bits of dried wax that had dripped onto the knee of her jeans. "Alright, I am going to be straight with you." She sighed, here came the truth of the situation. "My landlord doesn't exactly know that I'm subletting this apartment. Honestly, I don't think he even knows it's here. I only found the doorway a week ago. But my little shop isn't doing the big business I need to stay a float. Somebody staying here with me, even giving me less than what I'm asking, would really help me get back on my feet. " Those words choked in her throat, not really wanting to admit that fact that she was failing, to herself or the greater universe.<br><br>"Anyway, I don't want to get anyone in trouble or steal money from my landlord but it is either do this or close up shop." She smiled and tried to look confident - as if she stomach wasn't twisted in knots at doing something that was potentially wrong. "But I want you to be comfortable here so friends and music and dance lessons are fine, just as long as you work with me to try and keep our arrangement as low-key as possible." <br><br>Alright, back to holding her breath. Cait had a defensive and guarded look on her face, waiting for Kizzy's response and hoping it wasn't an outright rejection. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Candles, Chalk, and a little Demon Summoning</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 01:20:49</strong>
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				Kizzy relaxed as Cait began answering her questions.&nbsp; Even sitting she seemed to have a hard time being still, fingers playing with the necklaces and their charms.&nbsp; Looking over she couldn’t help but offer a smile, reaching over to rest her hand on Cait’s forearm.&nbsp; “Times are tough and you have to do what you have to do.&nbsp; I mean...really, if the landlord didn’t tell you about this place, it’s kind of his own fault.&nbsp; Right?&nbsp; I’m not sure how much free time I’ll have but I’ll be happy to help out with the shop.&nbsp; I don’t know candles but a body manning the register is what you need, isn’t it?”<br><br>Unable to sit any longer she bounced up off the couch in a flurry of chimes and fabric.&nbsp; The motion became part of a spin until she was facing Cait on the couch..&nbsp; The smile was still there, warm and inviting.&nbsp; “Besides, it’s not like I can really judge you.&nbsp; I’ve done far worse just trying to make ends meet.&nbsp; It’s admirable, right?&nbsp; Not sitting around and moping, doing what needs to be done.”<br><br>She had a good feeling.&nbsp; The place could be home, far more than any place since her folks passed on.&nbsp; And her landlord seemed alright.&nbsp; “You said just first month?&nbsp; Is cash okay?&nbsp; I don’t have a bank account.&nbsp; But I could buy a money order if you prefer.”&nbsp; Her hands went to the little purse at her waist, pulling out a wad of cash.&nbsp; Squatting down and resting on the balls of her feet she counted out the six hundred, placing it on the cushion next to Cait.&nbsp; “There you go.&nbsp; Six hundred.&nbsp; I um...can I borrow a set of towels?&nbsp; I really need to shower. I’ll grab a set of my own tonight when I get some food.&nbsp; Have you tried the Mongolian barbeque place a few doors down?&nbsp; Is it any good?”&nbsp; <br><br>In this position she was slightly lower than Cait and close enough for the woman to smell the mix of sweat and perfume.&nbsp; It had a hint of citrus and some sharp spice.&nbsp; It wasn’t too strong but it seemed to fit the dancer.&nbsp; Kizzy’s dark eyes sparkled, the woman having far more energy than anyone should have a right to.&nbsp; “How about I treat you for dinner?&nbsp; In exchange for loaning me a set of towels and sheets until I get a chance to buy some?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Candles, Chalk, and a little Demon Summoning</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 02:39:27</strong>
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				Kizzy was something else. Cait couldn't quite put her finger on what it was that made her feel excited about her new roommate. Sure, she liked that she was going to get some extra money, and maybe some extra help at the store. (She was greatly for the offer and would love the help but she didn't plan on holding Kizzy to that part of the bargain.) <br><br>"Towels? Sure... hey, no problem. Anything you need just asked. And dinner sounds great. Let me get you that stuff and I'll lock up. " Cait pocketed the money, doing her best to not seem greedy even though her fingers itched and clung to the bills she so desperately needed.<br><br>She let her new roomie feel out the apartment some more and she headed upstairs to her own messy but whimsical apartment to grab some towels and bath stuff. <em>Ugh, ya know, I really need to get some towels that match. </em>She grabbed a large thin beach towel covered with shells, a Christmas wash cloth, and a hand towel with daisies on it, as well as a small collection of soaps and shampoos and what-nots that she had saved from her last hotel visit. Her life was a drawer of mismatched socks and up till now, she had been fine with that. <br><br>Maybe it was the sweet smell that lingered when Kizzy walked (that even seemed to get through the overpowering smell of candles that had seeped into ever pore of the building) or the way she walked with a sway to her hips that would probably jingle even without her bangles and bracelets. Either way, Cait felt nervous as she handed over her towels. She tucked a long strand of red hair that had fallen out of place and smiled. But there was something else too. She hoped for a friend. <br><br>"Take your time. I'll just... be upstairs cleaning up from the store." Cait turned to go. But before she closed the apartment door she turned back and was about to say something but she just kept on turning in a big circle with a nervous smile." Yeah, um..&nbsp; see ya." <br><br>She finally closed the door and rolled her eyes at herself. <em>See ya? I'm such a dork.</em> She had meant to say that Kizzy really didn't have to pay for dinner. But the nervous nelly she was being, she didn't want to be rude and turn away her kind offer either. <br><br>Caitlin headed back towards the store when she looked down at herself. She was NOT going to dinner like that. She dashed upstairs and began to clean up herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Candles, Chalk, and a little Demon Summoning</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>23-02-2013, 23:56:34</strong>
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				Kizzy floated about her new apartment as Cait went to retrieve some towels.&nbsp; It really was a nice place, if a bit dusty and boring.&nbsp; Smiling softly to herself, the dancer moved around the rooms, picturing just what each one needed, just what she'd move around.&nbsp; It would feel more like home than anyplace had since her parents died.&nbsp; The lack of dishes didn't prove a problem as Cait returned to find Kizzy drinking directly from the faucet in the kitchen.&nbsp; Her chin dripping with water the tenant grinned, completely unabashed at being found in such a position.&nbsp; <br><br>“Thanks!&nbsp; This is great, I won't be long.&nbsp; Don't know about you but I'm starving!”&nbsp; The bangles chimed in a crashing rhythm as she waved to Cait, smiling softly at the redhead's nervousness.&nbsp; The shampoos and such were left untouched, Kizzy having her own toiletries that she preferred tucked away in the duffel bag.&nbsp; Soon the apartment bore the unique scent that was the odd woman, the open door to the bathroom letting the aromatic steam drift free.&nbsp; <br><br>Sopping curls were towel dried, allowed to do as they will once a comb won the brief battle with the tangles.&nbsp; Not that Kizzy ever expected to win the war with her hair.&nbsp; A pair of well loved and tight fitting jeans hugged at the curves previously hidden by the long skirt, a bright halter top that looked to be patterned after a peacock's feather hid the curves that her earlier outfit revealed.&nbsp; A pair of long dangling earrings and her ever present metal bangles completed the look.&nbsp; <br><br>The only pause was when she debated over her shoes, finally settling on a pair of heels, the bit of chipped nail polish on her toes bothering her too much for sandals or open toe wedges.&nbsp; Which were pretty much the only other options she had.&nbsp; Thinking that she had a bit of time, she went ahead and washed the earlier outfit in the kitchen sink, hanging it to dry over the shower rod.&nbsp; She'd definitely have to do some shopping.&nbsp; Not just for décor but for clothing as well.&nbsp; It was too much to hope for but she liked the idea of her and Cait hanging out, maybe going out from time to time.&nbsp; Shaking her head she ascended into the shop, only then realizing she was never given the key.&nbsp; <br><br>“Cait?&nbsp; You down here?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Candles, Chalk, and a little Demon Summoning</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 00:13:57</strong>
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				Caitlin was indeed downstairs. There was a lot of work to do to close down her store properly for the night, and she was going to do... about half of it. <br><br>She closed out the register, set aside her meager earnings for a drop to the bank in the morning, tallied up the items she sold to help her count the store's inventory later in the week, and went about shutting up the windows and pulling down the front window shades. She was doing a few final steps when she heard Kizzy's voice. <br><br>"Yep! I'm here." <br><br>Cait washed the day off her hands in the small shop bathroom and headed back towards the small backroom that lead to her new neighbor's apartment. That made her smile a little - not being as alone as she had been that morning. She smiled as she saw Kizzy - she figured the woman who be equally as eclectic but nicely dressed for dinner. And suddenly, Caitlin felt a bit under-dressed.<br><br>She had always felt a bit plane and straight. Sure she had curves, but they were divided along her long lean torso ..so they often got lost in her height. To offset that she often wore flats or sandals - like tonight. Some tan sandals with little glued gems adorning the straps peeked out from a pair of faded light pink jeans that she had owned since before colored jeans were cool again. Her torso was swimming in a white button up blouse tucked into her pants and a dark blue ribbon was intertwined in a braid in her hair. Though that was decorative and functional as her long pale red hair often got into anything she attempted to eat. A long teardrop pendant necklace and pale pink lip gloss on her lips and she was ready to walk out the door.<br><br>Well, she had remembered that she had forgotten about the key as well. It was hanging on a beaded chain as she passed it over to Kizzy. "Sorry, it's a little bulky." And indeed it was. Larger than most keys, it was old and made of wrot iron. Although the keyhole was long and not overly complicated, the key had a double sided head that Cait imagined opened more than one door (Not that she had found a second locked door in either apartment). "Just be careful with it, I don't have an extra and there is no way I'm asking the landlord about any random old keys he may have lying around." She laughed, that was another half joke / half casual hint about how secretive she felt they needed to be least the landlord find out about the sublet. <br><br>Well, and Caitlin really didn't think there would be anyone that could actually make a replacement for that key anyway. "So... Mongolian Barbeque. Lead the way!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Candles, Chalk, and a little Demon Summoning</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 01:52:45</strong>
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				Kizzy offered her usual bright smile when Cait came into view.&nbsp; “You look nice!&nbsp; Hope you aren’t as bad as I am with spilling food on your shirt.&nbsp; I’m graceful when dancing but otherwise a complete klutz!”&nbsp; Laughing at her self-depreciation, the dark haired woman tugged slightly at her shirt to ensure it was in place.&nbsp; <br><br>The key made her eyes go wide, taking it with an almost reverence.&nbsp; “Oh.&nbsp; I don’t think I’ve ever seen a key like it.&nbsp; It looks really old, like it belongs to a pirate chest or something.”&nbsp; Delicate fingers traced over the contours of the key, feeling the reassuring weight.&nbsp; It didn’t feel right, just putting it in her pocket.&nbsp; It was as much a piece of beauty as a piece of functionality.&nbsp; “Hold on a sec.”&nbsp; <br><br>Whirling about in place, Kizzy retreated back down to her apartment, finding a leather thong necklace in her bag.&nbsp; Removing the cheap charm that had decorated it she slid the key onto the strand, retying the knot.&nbsp; As she emerged from the doorway once more she was fluffing her curls once more, act of slipping the new necklace over her head smoothing it temporarily.&nbsp; There was another brilliant smile as Kizzy left the building.<br><br>“I hope they are as good as they smell.&nbsp; Every time I walk by there my stomach growls.”&nbsp; Pausing for Cait to lock up, she once more began swaying in place to the music of the small city.&nbsp; The heat of the day was still rising from the sidewalk, fighting with the cooling air as the sun began to set.&nbsp; It wasn’t a long walk, but was enough to give them time to talk a little.<br><br>“So have you always lived here?&nbsp; It’s a nice little place.”&nbsp; The foot traffic was picking up, people getting off work and out to enjoy the nice weather.&nbsp; Sidewalk side tables were filling more quickly than people taking seats in the restaurants.&nbsp; Laughter, chatter, the singing of birds and the rumble motors, all creating a unique symphony.&nbsp; Further down the street the black and red building of Ghengis Grill beckoned.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Candles, Chalk, and a little Demon Summoning</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>25-03-2013, 03:52:08</strong>
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				Caitlin blinked astoundingly at Kizzy's idea to turn the key into a necklace. As many ideas she had about scents and candles, sometimes little girly things like jewelery or nail polish or make-up eluded her. She did care about how she looked but it was always something she had to work at (or outright copy from magazines and television) to get it right. <br><br>She did indeed lock the storefront up and slipped her keyring into her pocket next to her thin coin purse. She had a larger purse but they were just going down the street so that would do. Besides... she was terrible at losing things. <br><br>"You spill stuff a lot? Well I would lose my head if it weren't attached, and even then I've had some close calls. So.. we fit together well!" Cait laughed a little and rubbed at her neck which was still sore from that last time she whipped around too fast to investigate some unseen nose and pulled a muscle. As they walked, she realized this was one of the first times, in a long time, that her thoughts weren't consumed with how to pay the bills the next day. Sure, the bills were still stacked inches thick on her kitchen table, waiting for her to fret over, but for the moment.. all she had to think about was chatting with her new friend. <br><br>"Oh, me?" She enjoyed the light wind the night air was bringing. She idly brushed at some goosebumps that formed on her forearm as the talked. "I actually grew up in Larkspur...&nbsp; which is about thirty minutes south of here but about a hundred years away in terms of size and culture. There is about 300 people in the whole town so.... I knew everybody but just couldn't seem to find my fit there. I like it here. Big enough for me to disappear if I want to but not so big like Denver where I might just fade away, ya know?" She was rambling a little and certainly not making herself seem like the life of the party so she quickly changed subjects. <br><br>"How about yourself? Where are you from?" Well, she put her foot in her mouth there. It was kind of easy to assume Kizzy wasn't from Parker, or even from somewhere besides Colorado but Cait didn't want to presume. Her new roommate just has a sultry sparkle that was hard not to notice, and most of the local folk were nice but as bland as bland could be. "I mean...&nbsp; are you from here?" She was glad when they stepped up to the restaurant, even grabbing at the door handle in earnest and making an 'after you' gesture. Saved by the door it seemed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Candles, Chalk, and a little Demon Summoning</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>28-03-2013, 01:48:44</strong>
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				Kizzy couldn’t help but laugh when Cait mentioned she’d lose her head if it wasn’t attached.&nbsp; Her mother used to say the same thing about her.&nbsp; Moving along the sidewalk with a rhythmic swish to her hips, the dancer couldn’t help but notice they were drawing some attention.&nbsp; Not that she could blame the onlookers.&nbsp; Cait was beautiful.<br><br>Nodding her head in thanks, the brilliant smile still on her lips, Kizzy stepped through the open door.&nbsp; “Thanks.”&nbsp; The restaurant was getting busy though that did not seem to dim the hostesses perky greeting.&nbsp; Holding up two fingers as she moved closer to the podium, Kizzy was finally close enough to be heard.&nbsp; “Two please, anywhere is fine.”&nbsp; <br><br>After giving her name and being told it would be a twenty five minute wait, she threaded her arm through Cait’s. “Come on.&nbsp; I’m sure we can find a seat at the bar.”&nbsp; Tugging the redhead behind her, the dark haired woman wiggled their way in between the small waiting crowd.&nbsp; They were able to find one empty seat, to which Kizzy insisted they share.&nbsp; <br><br>The bartender was cute, playing up the Latin lover look.&nbsp; Dark eyes and hair, a painted on muscle shirt over a body that begged to be touched.&nbsp; His smile as he greeted the women was dangerous, filled with a promise of things he could do.&nbsp; There was a female bartender as well, but she was focusing on some of the male patrons, her equally tight shirt and well built body drawing attention and more than tips.&nbsp; <br><br>“What can I get for you ladies?”&nbsp; The purr in his voice made Kizzy blush as she wrapped an arm around Cait’s waist so they could both sit comfortably.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not being one to drink often, she was left at a loss for what to order, looking to her landlord for direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Candles, Chalk, and a little Demon Summoning</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 00:52:55</strong>
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				Kizzy was so confident. Being out and about and away from her candles perplexed Caitlin at times. She was never really sure of what she should say or where she should stand. Candles were so much easier. Actually that was why she got into making the in the first place. Back in high school she wasn't able to talk to the other girls about boys or make-up or nailpolish. But everyone loved candles. She had found some tutorials online about how to make candles and soon she was mixing her own batches in her family's basement. <br><br>Twenty-five minute wait? "Oh well, I guess we could just go somewh.. Oh, oh.. alright." Kizzy tugged her along towards the bar, somewhere that Cait wouldn't have thought about sitting in a million years. She would have also offered to stand and so even before the very attractive waiter came, there was a raging blush on the redhead's face from being pressed so close to another woman she had just met. (She always blushed so easily, it was something she thought made her look quite silly.) <br><br>Drinks... drinks... what to drink? She looked at a menu but only saw beers and wines and nothing that really interests her. She looked up at the waiter, who was indeed gorgeous (and he knew it - counted on it) and did her best not to stutter. "I..um... like anything with juice it it - orange or pineapple juice. Do you have something like that?" <br><br>The waiter grinned at the two girls sitting all cutesy cuddly together. "Absolutely, ladies. I'll be right back." His words were polite and appropriate but they way his lips turned into a fliryt lopsided grin made Cait shudder. She cleared her throat and grabbed a menu. The seat was just barely big enough for the two women and it was difficult not to lean away, almost falling off. Surprising herself a little, she wrapped her calf and foot around Kizzy's to help them stay stable. As she sat back, Caitlin let herself get absorbed by the grill items. "I've never eaten at a place like this. What looks good?"<br><br>She gave another small smile to the bubbly brunette at her side. Perhaps it was just because she felt eyes on the two of them, or because she really wanted to hit things off with her new roommate but butterflies swarmed and fluttered in her stomach. The cocktails couldn't come soon enough. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Candles, Chalk, and a little Demon Summoning</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 23:58:07</strong>
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				Kizzy’s blush grew at the bartender’s smile when Cait order.&nbsp; Snuggling closer to Cait, she looked at the menu in the woman’s hand.&nbsp; Like all good Mongolian grills, the menu was basically the ingredients to make your own dish.&nbsp; There was a section for meats, seafood, vegetables and sauces.&nbsp; Many places had a central buffet type table where the ingredients were housed, the customers collecting what they wanted and bringing them to the chef stationed at a central grill.&nbsp; However here the servers brought by rolling carts with the selections to the tables, a chef following behind to cook the dinners on a grill located in the center of each table.&nbsp; A bowl of eggs provided for additional protein and the entertainment value of throwing eggs at the chef for them to creatively prepare.<br><br>“Hmmm...I dunno.&nbsp; I’ve never been to a place where you put your own together.&nbsp; Guess we could ask the server for any suggestions.”&nbsp; She looked up at the soft clinking thunk of two glasses being placed before them.&nbsp; <br><br>“Sex on the Beach for the lovely ladies.” He gave a seductive wink, lingering for a moment to see if they wanted anything else.&nbsp; Two highballs filled with ice and a reddish orange liquid.&nbsp; They were topped with a plastic sword skewering a piece of pineapple, a chunk of orange and a maraschino cherry.&nbsp; <br><br>Laughing, Kizzy reached for the glass.&nbsp; “Shame there aren’t any beaches around here.”&nbsp; Returning the wink she quickly took a sip from the straw, hoping to hide the blush from her comment.&nbsp; She suddenly felt really awkward having her arm and a leg wrapped around Cait.&nbsp; After all, she did just meet the woman.&nbsp; But she already had her shoes on, as her grandmother used to say.&nbsp; So instead she tamped down the feeling of awkwardness and continued to lean into Cait, holding her securely around the waist so neither fell off the stool.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Menu</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'm using this place's menu as a basis.&nbsp; Only rather than a central grill, it's Hibachi style.<br>http://gobimongoliangrill.com/menu.html (http://gobimongoliangrill.com/menu.html)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Candles, Chalk, and a little Demon Summoning</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 17:38:37</strong>
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				"I... I think we need a few more minutes." Cait grabbed her drink and hid behind the glass as well, her heart threatening to beat out of her chest as she watched McHunky walk away. <br><br>The moment he was out of ear shot she let out a huge breath and started to giggle, covering her mouth with hand. "Kizzy! I can't believe you said that!" The redhead was never one to flirt or even act cute in public. Honestly she had never even ever been hit on (or at least, not that she noticed.) And would have no idea how to interact with a man like that. She laughed and rubbed at her pink cheeks doing her best to calm down as the two woman shared in the fun embarrassment. She took another sip of her drink though it was strong (tasty but strong) and the first sip told her that whatever they ordered, water would have to be apart of it. "Wow! That... is potent, I'm glad we walked." <br><br>She laughed again and looked around, seeing all the patrons that seemed to be interested in the giggly woman. She cleared her through and focus on the menu... letting out a soft little chuckle every so often. She had never been to a place like this where you got to pick items from columns to make your own unique meal. It was hard to choose at first but soon she picked out some of her favorite ingredients. <br><br>"Hmmm.... it all looks so good. I think I am going to have...&nbsp; rice noodles with chicken, snow peas, water chestnuts in sesame sauce." Her stomach started to grumble already. She looked at her cute companion. "Do you know what you want yet? Thanks for suggesting this place by the way." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Candles, Chalk, and a little Demon Summoning</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>04-04-2013, 01:22:36</strong>
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				Kizzy let out a giggle at Cait's horrified whisper.&nbsp; “I can't either!&nbsp; Oh my gosh I don't know where that came from.&nbsp; He's cute though, I think he likes you.”&nbsp; Taking another long drink through the straw she could already feel tingly.&nbsp; “We should come back when it's not so busy so you can talk to him.”&nbsp; Realizing she was proposing Cait flirt with the bartender when she knew nearly nothing about the woman she began to stammer.&nbsp; “Umm...I...I mean if you're single.&nbsp; And like men.”&nbsp; God she was such a spaz.<br><br><br>Shrugging at the question about what she'd order, Kizzy tucked her hair behind her ear.&nbsp; "Don't know.&nbsp; I'll pick stuff out depending on what looks good at the time.&nbsp; It's more fun that way, don't you think?"<br><br>“Kizzy, party of two!”&nbsp; The hostess called out, voice carrying over the crowd.<br><br>Kizzy slid from the stool.&nbsp; “I'm starving, that wasn't really twenty five minutes, was it?”&nbsp; Waving at the bartender she momentarily forgot what she needed when he leaned onto the bar, muscles bulging.&nbsp; “Uh...uh...um...”&nbsp; She was going to ask how much they owed but her mind went blank.&nbsp; <br><br>“Don't worry, sexy.&nbsp; I'll put it on your tab.”&nbsp; The bartender flashed another million dollar grin, winking at Cait.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Candles, Chalk, and a little Demon Summoning</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>05-04-2013, 22:28:59</strong>
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				<em>I know somewhere you can put 'it'. </em><br><br>Cait blushed furiously at the bartender's wink and looped her arm around Kizzy's practically having to drag the brunette over to the other side of the restaurant. She continued to giggly as a mix of embarrassment and booze loosened up her normally quiet and concerned attitude. "Oh, we are so coming here once a week - hopefully on his shift." <br><br>The two girls followed the hostess to their table. After setting their things down, Cait (who was quite hungry at this point) lead the way towards the grill and the place where you picked out all your fixings. She took a bowl and handed one to Kizzy. Down the line she went, practically skipping like a school girl, as she loaded up with the things she had picked before - noodles, snow peas, water chestnuts and a few other things that just happened to catch her eye. She got in line where you handed the bowl to the cook and told them your sauce. She looked back to Kizzy and then... from over her shoulder she spied a group of what could be a church women's group sitting. Cait's eye got huge and she leaned close to her new friend. "Shh... don't look just yet but I think I see a table of my customers staring us down."<br><br><em>Oh great, they think I'm some crazed party girl. They are never going to come back in my shop now.</em> But as she saw the ladies gawking and chatting, she thought that they might come in sooner now, for more fodder to talk about. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Candles, Chalk, and a little Demon Summoning</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>06-04-2013, 02:30:01</strong>
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				Kizzy was giggling as well, the drink having gone to her head.&nbsp; If Cait didn't go for the bartender, the dancer just might.&nbsp; Her drink was half empty when she set it on the table, barely having time to focus before being dragged again.&nbsp; Only this time towards food.&nbsp; Bowl in hand she looked over the choices, fighting another wave of giggles.&nbsp; They all looked too good.&nbsp; Cait had already picked out what she wanted and was heading for the grill.<br><br>In a frenzied rush, Kizzy picked at random, mixing in various meats and vegetables, nearly forgetting the noodles before tossing a spoonful on top.&nbsp; Her landlady's abrupt turn caught Kizzy off guard, making her bump into Cait, the giggle she'd been fighting finally escaping.&nbsp; "Shhh!"&nbsp; Another giggle as she covered her lips in agreement for the need for discretion.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking in the direction indicated she saw a bunch of old bitties.&nbsp; They were far too attentive to Cait, it made Kizzy angry that her new friend would be judged.&nbsp; "If they weren't customers I'd give them something to talk about!"&nbsp; Plots of giving Cait a kiss or a fondle just to draw their ire were dismissed.&nbsp; "Just ignore them.&nbsp; I'll help you find new customers.&nbsp; Yoga candles.&nbsp; People buy anything yoga."&nbsp; She gave a definitive nod at the statement before nudging Cait towards the grill.&nbsp; “Food.&nbsp; Drink.&nbsp; Fun.&nbsp; Tonight you are just Cait.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Candles, Chalk, and a little Demon Summoning</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Peripherie</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 04:24:15</strong>
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				<em>Just Cait. <br></em><br>It had been a very long time since Caitlin just tried to be herself. Usually she had to take a back seat to the many roles she had in her life: business owner, tenant, daughter. It was nice to just relax and have a good time. And the two ladies certain did have a good time. They both found the food yummy, and the drinks very tasty (and very strong)! After a few more rounds of drinks, and sharing a hot fudge sundae for dessert, it was time to head back home to Kizzy's new home and to Cait's new friendship. <br><br>Both girls were giddy and fairly buzzed (if not downright drunk) by the time the bill came. All of Cait's careful attention to detail and accounting sat at the bottom of her empty glass. "No, no...&nbsp; if we split it, it would be 15! 20? 7? Oh man I am so drunk." The two new buddies giggled and laughed and eventually, between the two of them, came to the correct answer. Now to the tip. Kizzy had said more than once that the bartender was checking Cait out. So in a moment of liquid boldness, she stood up and unbuttoned one of the buttons on her blouse (which wasn't all that sexual explicit but it was a brave gesture in that direction). "I'll go tip the hot... the bot, the bartender!" She tried to calm herself as she headed towards the bar. <br><br>She thought she was being pretty smooth but as the man seemed to have kept his eyes on the two girls, and indeed mostly on the sweet slim redhead, he saw her coming even before she stood up. He showed that charming sexy smile that he had been wearing all night. "Alright there darlin', calling it a night or is there something else I can do for you?"<br><br>Caitlin's red cheeks were set on fire, almost brighter than the soft red of her hair that was desperately trying to stay in it's braid down her back. "I... um, we are going home, yes. Thank you for.., um.." She had trouble looking into those deep eyes without losing her train of thought. So she decided to stare at the strong muscles in her arms, though that doesn't help much either. "Those drinks were really yummy. Thanks again!" She handed him a small set of bills, a good amount based on the drinks he served them, and gave one more nervous smile before she walked away. <br><br>Cait headed back over to Kizzy, who was waiting by the door. They both giggled and looked back at the bartender one more time before they spilled out into the late afternoon, laughing and leaning on each other all the way home. On closer examination the bartender&nbsp; would find a business card tucked in between the bills. "Heaven Scent - Candles by Cait". The card smelled of candles, lotion, and sweetness. But there was something else that lingered from the card - a trace of magic and power. Something that the bartender was more than familiar with and suddenly very eager to investigate. <br><br><br><em>Continued in: CCD: Cait's Seduction (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=170563.0)</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Candles, Chalk, and a little Demon Summoning</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 06:14:08</strong>
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				The dinner had been fun.&nbsp; Even though Kizzy wasn't exactly sure what they discussed or why she was giggling.&nbsp; But it was good to laugh, to just relax and spend time with someone.&nbsp; Despite Cait's protests, Kizzy paid for the meal, putting down the cash, her stash getting smaller and smaller.&nbsp; But she would be fine.&nbsp; She could feel it.&nbsp; Things were finally turning around for her.&nbsp; <br><br>As Cait headed to the bar, Kizzy struggled to the door, the worried wait staff making sure she wasn't driving and offering a to call a cab.&nbsp; But the shop and her new home was close enough.&nbsp; Grinning from ear to ear she watched Cait's nervous interaction with the bartender, too far away to hear what was said.&nbsp; But Cait's blush was clear enough. <br><br>Kizzy linked her arm through Cait's as they headed back.&nbsp; Both women needing the other to remain upright and walk in a somewhat straight line.&nbsp; “Did you get his name?&nbsp; Did you give him yours?&nbsp; What about numbers?&nbsp; Spill!”&nbsp; Heads turned as Kizzy's voice carried, but two women walking home under the influence didn't really warrant much attention.&nbsp; This part of town was well lit and low on crime.&nbsp; A drunken woman could walk home safely, her only concern remembering where said home was located.<br><br>The dancer was exhausted after a full day at the studio so after a mumbled good night she pulled the key from her neck and headed down to her apartment.<br><br><em>Continued in: CCD: Kizzy's Seduction (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=170571.msg8020093#msg8020093)</em>
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