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 Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 6:01 pm
She had a lot of pockets. This had, of course, been the original draw. Slim and distracted, weighted down with whatever she kept in those pouches all over her skirt and apron, at a brief glance, Aoife looked much older than she was -- older and, by extension, a tempting target. He settled into her footsteps, sharp eyes flicking around them in search of bright cloaks or even particularly attentive strangers. Only once the coast was clear would he step in at a trot, shoulder scraping against shoulder and fingers dipping...
Except that he caught a glimpse of her face and it made him stutter to a halt, not quite red handed. A blink and a pause, his fingers tugging free again, going to her elbow instead.
"...uh." There was a calculating flicker, a moment's pause, before his expression shifted to a smile. It was meant to be sly, maybe, suggestive, except that he was seventeen, underweight, and bruised around one eye and along the line of his jaw. All the same, perhaps, that was a flirt -- "Sorry, flame."
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 8:47 pm
When Aoife first started her business she had been wary of having pockets. But as time went on she had seemed to accumulate more. She was still wary of wandering fingers but she was much less worried about it not. At least her rarer plants were, uh, more difficult to get to with out getting noticed at least.
Her main deterrent to thieves was to keep a sharp eye out as she went. Today was an exception. She was late to own her small stall at the nearby market where a customer was waiting for a medicine. Not to mention she was wrestling a bag of assorted jars.
Aoife didn't notice the reaching hand at all but stopped at the bump. Her busy self had gone and almost ran into someone. Well wasn't the an interesting site. She grinned back a little only because she wasn't sure of what to make of it.
She shook her head. "My fault, not watchin' where I was going. You alright though?" He must have been alright, he was smiling after all. Did he just call her flame?
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 9:55 pm
Oh, yes, and with a flash of a grin across his mouth, a slight raise of his eyebrows, a tip of his head that made the comment teasing and flattering both. It was less out of a personal interest, less because of anything in her face or shape that left Jakob hungry to know more about her, no. In all honesty, he hadn't yet developed the healthy hunger for girls that he would in a year, maybe. Instead it was automatic, a need to flirt, to dip her a teasing bow with a hand on his hat to keep it from tumbling away.
"Best I've been t'day." He straightened and twisted out of the path to face her in a small pocket of calm in the eddy of traffic. "Where you headin'?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:20 pm
He didn't seem bothered at all by the fact he had just ran into someone, or had been run into. To her he almost seemed to have enjoyed it. Truthfully she had gotten that before, the smiles. Also, she'd never say no to a little bit of flirting.
She checked her bag of jars to make sure that none had fallen. It'd be horrible to lose one of those. Aoife had spent part of the night getting those together for customers. Which reminded her. "It's only the start of the day too." Some days got better as they did go along. She smiled a bit. "The market." It was implied which. "I sell my wares there sometimes. What about yourself?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 10:35 am
"The market, I'm thinkin'." There, another of those grins, Jakob straightening -- and still walking backwards, so he could keep her in his sights. In all honesty, heading to the market after his recent mishap with the Swords, with Locke still on the lookout. This wasn't too far from where he'd been lifting just a few days ago...but still. What was life without a bit of danger?
He tugged on his measly scarf, adjusting it around his chin in an almost nervous way. "What d'you sell?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 8:28 pm
"You've some business there too?" It wasn't a big surprise. The market had many types of wares and such. She returned a slight grin. Yes she had gotten attention sometimes but not this much in a while. Interesting how he kept on walking backwards, she was half expecting him to run into someone.
Aoife shifted her wares in her arms. "Plants and such. Mostly medicine types. Didn't catch your name either." She smiled a bit. Could be a possible customer at a later time.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 7:45 am
Oh, yes, if she did medicine, there was a good chance Jakob could end up at her stall. His face advertised it: a bruise along his jaw, a scratch across his lower lip. He most certainly hadn't come out of his encounter with Locke unscathed, and these were only the marks that showed. The ones hidden, bruising around his spine from the fall, a gash on his leg as he passed a falling beam...
Well. He thought he'd come out lucky. But some medicine wouldn't go amiss.
"Jakob. Don't imagine ye give samples?" He smiled. Teasing.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 7:06 pm
Another small smile. Speaking of a possible customer. "Perhaps. Do you need anything for your..." Aoife motioned to her own face where the bruise was on his own. She didn't always give handouts but was known to time to time. Anyway, that was how you got them to continue coming back.
"Nice to meet ya then Jakob. Aoife is my own name." She gave a quick look over of him again. "So something for your face or something else?" He looked a bit roughed up, she couldn't be sure what else may or may not be wrong.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 8:09 pm
His response to that was a widening of his eyes, one hand going up to his cheek -- mock hurt, both of his eyebrows creeping up toward his hairline. It was a soulful sort of expression, and convincing, other than the bit of a glitter in his eyes. Jakob could never quite get that glitter out of his eyes.
"What's wrong wif m'face?" A blink, fingers lingering there. "Ev'run's always told me I had a good face."
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 5:18 pm
Did he not know he was hurt? A slightly confused look crossed her face but it quickly passed. There were such scenarios that one could get injured and not realize it.
"Just a 'ittle bruise it looks like, must not hurt if ya didn't notice it." Aoife chuckled slightly. "It's true, good face besides that bruise. I can give ya something else though." Something for the next time he got hurt perhaps. She shifted her jars to her other arm for a moment to rummage through her pockets. What did she have for bruises and such.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 7:39 am
Her confused expression made his own go worried, with a healthy dose of amusement mixed in. Mirroring her movements, Jakob slowed as she did, leaning in just a little to consider the pockets and the rummaging, his eyes taking on the jars. He'd offer to hold them for her, but he might be tempted to run off with them, if he did. Probably not a wise move.
"Had me worried fer a minute there." He straightened, bounced a little, watching her work. "Thought ye hadn't got no sensa humor. What ye look'n fer?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 8:05 pm
Oh, now he was confused, what had she done. Mixed with her slowing movements to find something within her pouches, her look could be taken that she was just trying to remember which pocket that plant was in. Spirits she had so many pockets. She scanned her jars for a moment.
Aoife grinned just a bit. "A plant, when crushed it's good for bruises and all sorts of stuff." Her hand closed around something in a pocket. "Aha, I've some but'll have ta crush some of it up. If ya don't mind waiting that this."
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 9:29 am
"Ain't gotta job just now, I c'n wait." It came with a crooked sort of shrug, and Jakob meant it — mostly. No job, but he also wouldn't get one standing around here and getting his bruises covered in mashed-up bits of whatever-she-had. Oh well. It wasn't like he had a schedule.
So he stood and bounced a little, watching her work with his head tilted to the side.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 8:00 am
They had come to the market area while they had been talking. Her stall was coming up on the right. "No job? Sure you'll find one if ya look hard enough. Shouldn't take long to make though."
"Here we are now." Aoife put down the jars and items she was carrying on a small counter she had. She kneeled behind the counter. It took her a few moments while she gathered a mortar and pestle as well as an empty jar. She popped back up and grinned. "Got what I need, now ta mix it." A few pinches of things from her apron, a small handful of that were added as she mixed them.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 9:07 am
Jakob meant to be good, he really did, but he couldn't quite help himself; when her head went down, when her attention wandered, he pocketed a handful of whatever was loose and nearby, without even knowing what it was. Obviously, she sold it, and he had enough charm to do the same. He could make up what it did, for all it mattered.
Or maybe he could just eat it, and it'd drive off the near-constant rumble in the pit of his stomach.
He blinked at her, all innocence, as she looked back up at him, reappearing from behing the counter. "Where'd ye learn all this?"
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