Precious Things (NCIJade & FLN)
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				Title: <strong>Precious Things (NCIJade &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 04:00:23</strong>
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				The clock on the wall was ticking by slower than Sarah thought possible, but then the nights she had a date, her shift seemed to drag on endlessly. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy her job, for it allowed her a flexible schedule that allowed her to take the occasional course up at the college. At twenty, she realized if she didn't take a few classes here or there, maybe a degree, she'd be stuck in this town forever, and she had plans to get out. When six came, she closed out the register and locked up the doors and grabbed her change of clothes from the back. Since her boss lived right upstairs in the apartment over his shop, he was really good about letting her change up there if she was heading out after work. <br><br>She remembered the first time she'd come into Precious Things, a small shop that sold rare books and collectible items, most were one of a kind. She'd stopped in after school with some friends who thought it would be a good deal of fun to swipe a few things while the owner was busy in the back. They hadn't been as clever as they thought they had been for he stopped them on the way out. While she hadn't overheard the conversation he'd had with her mother, she did recall her mother being more angry at him telling her how to raise her child than the fact that Sarah had been shoplifting. <br><br>A few years later, he gave her a job, taught her a good deal about books and literature and it was at his urging that she picked up the course catalogue from the school and eventually signed up. For a while she'd had an insanely juvenile crush on one Mr. Marcus Delaine, truthfully it had never really passed. Part of her knew it was because he was the first person who ever looked at her and expected more than a screw up like her mother, but the other part of it was the fact that she was a woman and she had eyes. Sarah found him to be in quite good shape for his age. <br><br>Upstairs she got out of her respectable work attire, and changed into something more appropriate for the night she had planned. She'd only gone out with Dave a few times, but he liked to party and he liked to have fun. When she was ready to go, she yelled up the stairs that everything was locked up and she was taking off, it was better, she knew from experience, that he not see her in what she wore and spare herself the lecture. A sweet man to be certain, but a little old fashioned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Precious Things (NCIJade &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NCIJade</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 22:52:26</strong>
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				On the second floor of the small, quaint little wooden shop sat Marcus Delaine, an eccentric and curious man. He sat reclined in a comfortable plush chair, relaxing before the fireplace as he thumbed lazily through a rather thick book. Occasionally, he took a puff upon the pipe that hung in his mouth, the tendrils of smoke curling up and past his short, chocolate brown hair. On a night like this, it was rare that Marcus would venture down to the storefront; he trusted Sarah to keep things tidy, and keep an eye on things.<br><br>Mr. Delaine was a bit of a shut-in... he rarely left the store, which doubled as his home, his living quarters set above the storefront itself. Usually, he would only leave to get groceries and other such necessities, or to go in search of more rare and unique oddities with which to stock his shelves. He wasn't an entirely unpleasant man... at times, he could be difficult, but then who couldn't? He just seemed... a trifle odd. He was only thirty-eight, by no means an old man, but 'old-fashioned' would certainly be a fitting description. <br><br>He remembered fondly the day that he caught Sarah and her friends trying naively to shoplift from his store. He had, in fact, been quite appalled at her mother's reaction to his advice. It was only intended to help, after all. But, after seeing that her mother lacked the ability to properly discipline her daughter, Marcus took it upon himself to offer the girl a job, in hopes that he could at least instill some amount of discipline into her. Plus, it never hurt to have such a pretty young girl behind the counter... he found that a good deal of his customers seemed, in fact, only interested in chatting with her; or, if they were too shy, just gazing longingly at her from above the shelves. Not that he could blame them... Marcus privately found the young woman to be nothing short of captivating, but of course, as any proper gentleman would, he kept such things to himself.<br><br>His head lifted slightly as he heard her come up the stairs, and glanced up at the clock above the mantle. "Hmm..." he muttered. Time seemed to fly when he was reading. He leisurely shut the book and stood, stretching a moment before trotting across the carpeted floor to glance out, but Sarah had apparently got into the habit of changing her clothes and leaving rather quickly. Smirking lightly, he thought to himself that she must be off to see Dave, one of her acquaintances of whom she had grown fond. She was sure to be wearing something that he would disapprove of. With a soft sigh, he slowly descended the stairs to look over the day's numbers, as he thought on what he might do for the evening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Precious Things (NCIJade &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 00:36:56</strong>
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				In a small town like this, nightlife was lacking. They had gone to the next town over to a club that Dave knew of, but Sarah instantly became bored when she realized it was nothing more than&nbsp; a place to go and get drunk, which Dave was doing at a rapid pace. In the parking lot they fought when she insisted that he give her the keys, as she wasn't about to let him wrap the truck around a pole and kill them both. He wasn't happy about it, but let it go for the moment, choosing to brood in the car on the way back.<br><br>Sarah stopped the truck near the shop since she had left her own car there, though she was hesitant to let him drive home on his own, maybe she could get him some coffee and then he'd be alright, or so she hoped. <br><br>"I have a better idea than coffee, why don't you open up the shop and we can hang out inside, I bet there's a back store room we could have some fun in"<br><br>Sarah had a pretty good idea of what his idea of fun was going to be, and she could think of nothing she'd want to do less than have sex with her drunk date where she worked. It was lowering to realize she had just as horrible taste in men as her mother had. <br><br>"Yeah, I think that's a bad idea, the owner would flip and he lives right upstairs, look its getting late and I have a class in the morning, why don't we just call it a night okay?"<br><br>They went back and forth for a while and he was getting more and more insistant. Sarah realized they were in the middle of the street having this fight and Dave was starting to get a good deal more grabby than she wanted. It was escalating into something she didn't want to think about and wished more than anything right now that the town had a few stores that stayed open on the main street after nine.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Precious Things (NCIJade &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NCIJade</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 03:50:21</strong>
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				Marcus made his way around the store, tidying things up, sweeping the floor, and generally just getting it ready for the next day. His shop was small, and certainly a pretty specialized one, but he took great pride in stocking truly unique 'precious things,' and in keeping the store looking great. He just wasn't the best people person in the world, which was part of why he had hired Sarah. She probably didn't care nearly as much as he did about the various trinkets, antiques and oddities in the store, but she seemed to be pretty good with people, at least far better than he was. He made sure the doors and windows were locked up tight, and then headed back up to his apartment.<br><br>It was hard for him not to wonder about Sarah when she went out... he knew she wasn't the most disciplined of girls, and she seemed to hang around sort of a bad crowd. His responsibility for her well-being was limited to just being her boss, but even so, his heart had a soft spot for her, and he often found himself hurrying the clock along until she would return. He'd never admit any of this to her, of course; for some reason, he preferred that she think of him as a distant and strange, if kind-hearted, boss. <br><br>He relaxed in his comfortable chair by the fireplace, and returned to reading his book. Eventually, he got drawn in, and completely lost track of the time. By the time he next looked up at the clock, he was shocked to see that hours has passed while he was reading, and noticed with some concern that Sarah had still not returned. Just then, he thought he caught the faintest hint of voices outside of the shop. Puzzled and alarmed, he walked downstairs and peered out the window. His eyes narrowed into slits as he observed Sarah arguing with her date, who seemed more than just a bit drunk, his hands having a hard time keeping to themselves. 'She might hate me for this later,' he thought to himself, 'but I should step in.'<br><br>Marcus unlocked and opened the door, and made his way quickly down the path leading away from his shop out towards the street. The arguing between the two just seemed to keep getting worse, with Dave getting more and more persistent. Marcus strode up to the two of them, looking first at Sarah, and then to Dave. He glared at the young man. "I think it's about time you ran along home, Dave. I'd hate to have to tell your parents that you were harassing my employee." It wasn't the most convincing threat ever, but Marcus knew it was a fine line to walk in trying to stand up for his employee as a man nearly double Dave's age. He couldn't get too threatening without a backlash from the parents, he was sure, but he wasn't going to let this punk get his way, and he knew full well what Dave had on his mind. Now that the reinforcements had arrived, Dave suddenly became a lot less interested in pressuring Sarah to give in, and with a muttered acknowledgment, he turned and began to stumble his way home along the sidewalk.<br><br>"Are you alright?" Marcus asked, turning to Sarah.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Precious Things (NCIJade &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 16:47:22</strong>
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				"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. You know he's really not that bad, just when he drinks he..."<br><br>Sarah stopped herself mid sentence, why was she making excuses for him? She watched as Dave kept going, glad that she'd held on to his keys, he may have a lot of flaws, but it didn't mean she wanted to see him end up in the hospital, or worse, jail for putting someone else there. She took a moment to look over Marcus, she didn't think he stayed up this late and then felt bad for a moment, perhaps their arguing in the street had woken him up. The thought almost made her laugh, she was painting him to be an old man in his late seventies instead of the age he was, which in actuality, wasn't all that old, or so she'd guess.<br><br>"I hope we didn't wake you up with the yelling, he picked me up here so my car is still here, I'll get out of your way"<br><br>She started walking back to her car and then stopped and walked back over to him.<br><br>"You know, no ones ever done that for me before, came to my defense, that was....really sweet"<br><br>Sarah knew him well enough to know he wouldn't go inside until she was in her car and on her way. Over the last few years she'd learned that he was big on what he called chivalry, though she'd never seen it applied before tonight. It was something she realized, she could get used to. Idly she wondered why, not for the first time, he didn't have a woman in his life. Sure he was somewhat socially awkward, never went out much, but he was smart, had his own business and wasn't bad on the eyes, must be too picky. <br><br>She got in her car and turned the ignition over, only to have it make a horrible sound and shut itself off. She tried it again a few times but it seemed to be dead. Her gaze went to the dash board and there she saw why.<br><br>"no, no no I did 'not' do this again!"<br><br>Getting out of her car she went back over by the door of the shop where Marcus was waiting for her to leave.<br><br>"Do you mind if I come in, I need to call the auto club, I.....ran out of gas"
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