Post by Moira O'Brien on Jul 21, 2009 1:23:20 GMT -5
Moira frowned, turning to scan the area behind her. She was sure she’d come from a different entrance but she could only see the one, so shaking her head dismissively, she took a few more steps forward. The street was a dark one, particularly unfriendly and she noticed again that no one seemed to stop and chat. They were all either alone and walking fast or speaking in hurried whispers to their neighbours.
She felt out of place in the long street, wearing her bright blue dress and heels. Everyone else was wearing hooded cloaks. She felt the urge to laugh, to make some kind of happy sound in the street. To turn around and smile at one of the passing strangers. Moira had a feeling that no one would be able to cheer up this gloomy crowd.
There were similar stalls to the side, like the market place she had only gone to previously. The owners were motionless though, not waving their hands and crying out at the customers in hopeless attempts to earn some money. Moira looked over at one stall, feeling a little sorry that it wasn’t receiving any customers. She shrugged and made her way over there, waving a cheery hand at the owner who stared back at her, no emotion showing on his face.
She knew the look in his eyes well though. I don’t belong here at all and everyone knows it, she thought but she still didn’t leave. She was intrigued and she wanted to know why she’d never heard of this market. It was most certainly dark. She could see that without knowing much about it. Moira was not easily intimidated though, even when the owner threw a filthy look in her direction as she picked up one of the objects.
She stared around, her eyes growing wide when she noticed what this stall was selling. There were human fingernails, several cursed books and what looked to be blood-stained playing cards. She looked up at the owner, not bothering to keep the disgusted look off her face and she shook her head disbelievingly as he smirked at her. Who would buy such things? Sure, she had brought dark potions before. She was an expert when it came to potion making and sometimes she’d had to buy unfortunate ingredients. But these things were unnatural and she couldn’t see anyone buying them for anything but enjoyment. She shuddered at the thought
She felt out of place in the long street, wearing her bright blue dress and heels. Everyone else was wearing hooded cloaks. She felt the urge to laugh, to make some kind of happy sound in the street. To turn around and smile at one of the passing strangers. Moira had a feeling that no one would be able to cheer up this gloomy crowd.
There were similar stalls to the side, like the market place she had only gone to previously. The owners were motionless though, not waving their hands and crying out at the customers in hopeless attempts to earn some money. Moira looked over at one stall, feeling a little sorry that it wasn’t receiving any customers. She shrugged and made her way over there, waving a cheery hand at the owner who stared back at her, no emotion showing on his face.
She knew the look in his eyes well though. I don’t belong here at all and everyone knows it, she thought but she still didn’t leave. She was intrigued and she wanted to know why she’d never heard of this market. It was most certainly dark. She could see that without knowing much about it. Moira was not easily intimidated though, even when the owner threw a filthy look in her direction as she picked up one of the objects.
She stared around, her eyes growing wide when she noticed what this stall was selling. There were human fingernails, several cursed books and what looked to be blood-stained playing cards. She looked up at the owner, not bothering to keep the disgusted look off her face and she shook her head disbelievingly as he smirked at her. Who would buy such things? Sure, she had brought dark potions before. She was an expert when it came to potion making and sometimes she’d had to buy unfortunate ingredients. But these things were unnatural and she couldn’t see anyone buying them for anything but enjoyment. She shuddered at the thought