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 Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 11:31 am
When you enter the room, you feel very connected with the Asian culture. There are mats instead of chairs or couches, there are bed rolls rather then an actual mattress, and there's a polished wooden table in the center that is slightly low to the ground. The wooden sliding doors are decorated with traditional Asian art, and a few characters or letters on the side. As for the room itself, it smelled of rich honey sickle. Living RoomBed roomsKitchenBathroomHot Spring (Located in the back)
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 11:51 am
"This place has quite a feeling to it" He said as he entered the building. He started flibbling with a feather, moving it back and forward to his mouth. "Darn habbit" He cursed to himself
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 12:02 pm
Zita turned to see William, wanting to know what habit he had meant. Seeing the feather, she appeared slightly baffled. "What habit?" she asked lightly. Her eyes resembled curiosity. She secretly wondered if the habit was eating the feather, she hoped not. That was a rather disturbing thing to think about. If he did, then Zita wouldn't exactly mind and would mind, if that made any since. "I don't have two bedrooms, just one. There are two beds in their though," she informed. She felt odd saying this. She never shared room with a guy before, but she felt that William wouldn't try anything.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 12:07 pm
William rise an eyebrow at her question, wasn't it obviouse. Wasn't she the one who asked him to stop with it? "If you would have me sleeping in your bedroom, it would be my pleasure" He said and bowed. He scaned what he saw "Asian, aint it?" He asked continueing looking around
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 12:19 pm
Zita blushed slightly after realizing why he was giving her such a strange look, "Oh that. It might be hard, but I'm sure you'll manage. There are many ways to relieve stress, maybe we'll find one that'll help you." She was always a little absent minded when she's just finished exercising. "Yes. Though, it's not part of my family heritage, I still like the warmth and difference from everyday life," she explained. She walked over to the bed room and opened the door. Aside from clothing being scattered about, the room looked pretty interesting. On the back wall, it looked like Zita was planning to paint it. The outline of pencil reached everywhere on the plain white wall. It looked to be a portrait of her brother and a few other family members, the ones she didn't loathe.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 12:29 pm
William bounce forward to the painting 'Hmm.. This man, where have I seen him before' he thouth as he scrached his head "Who his this man, if you dont mind me asking?" He said truing not to sound so curiouse
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 1:02 pm
"Julian, my brother. When I was young, my family sent him into slavery. They thought of him, and me as hopeless little slugs. All because of some misunderstanding, we were born into a family that despised drow," Zita answered. Her face showing no emotion as she spoke this. "I don't know which shop he ended up in, but I hope he's safe wherever he is," Zita murmured while looking up at the penciled sketch. The only thing the two siblings shared was the fondness of art. They shared this as a stress reliever.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 1:10 pm
" I guess its a lost hope, but I feel as I have seen this man, then again, this last year Ive been to alot of shops and seen even more slaves. But I tell you this, if you seek to find him. I will help you" He said honestly.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 1:20 pm
"Thank you dearly," Zita responded as she looked away from the painting. "Rather then driving like most people, I choose a bike. Because of using a bike, my wealth seemed to increase a bit. This is what I spend on, this painting here along with many others," she muttered. "Until I'm paid again, I can't finish the wall," she sighed. She wanted it finished, but her money went to William instead. Which, of course, Zita didn't mind at all. The thought of her family made her little hands tremble in rage. Managing to calm herself down, she continued to give William a little tour. The last stop was the hot spring. "The jets died out, but it's still very usable. You're welcome to use it, but leave some sort of note if you bathe in it please," she requested with a light smile.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 1:30 pm
"Will do" He said and smiled. He started examining himself. He looked slightly emberessed att Zita "Would you mind? If I used it now" He said scrashing his head.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 2:05 pm
Zita smiled, "No, I don't mind. Go on ahead." She responded as she turned to head back inside. She needed to prepare food anyway and to find clothing suitable for William. As she entered her room, she looked through her wardrobe for a T-shirt and a plain pair of pants for him to use after the hot spring. Finding the perfect set, she placed them on the living room table and took a towel from the kitchen rack. Going back to the hot spring, she parted the door just a smudge and placed the towel near the door. Zita didn't want to get any closer then that since she didn't know if he decent.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 2:17 pm
" Thank you~" William said as he slipped out of his cloths and in to the water "God, this is heaven, I havent had a bath in years" He said almost moaming.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 3:35 pm
William got out of the pool, and wrapped his towel around him, he looked outside, he saw a shirt and some pants "For me? I sure hope so" he mumbeled has he took the cloths, went inside the hot spring agian and got dressed. He took his pile of dirty cloths, and went out side " Lady Zita, are you there?" He asked.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 4:06 pm
"I'm in the kitchen," Zita called back from within the building. "Just call me Zita, no need to be formal!" she added. It sounded like she turned on the vent which only happened when she burnt something in the oven or microwave. The house that used to have the scent of honey sickle and was replaced by a burnt popcorn oder. She wasn't kidding when she said she couldn't cook. Even the simplest meals came out a mess. This was due to the lack of education from her family. Her mother didn't teach her how to cook, and both parents didn't even bother sending her to a school to be educated. She could read, write, and draw, but understanding math and science was far beyond her knowledge. Measuring materials was a test all on its own.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 2:56 am
William went in to the kitchen "Are we having un-likes people for dinner?" He said and pulled his wet hair backwards with his fingers "Or do you want me to cook?" He said with a slight and charming smile. Having a feather tingeling from his mouth
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