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 Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 3:35 pm
Evalin really wasn't one who was all too interested in antique stores. It wasn't that she didn't like them in particular, but being in places where old things were tended to make her nervous, as you could never really know what to expect from them. Well, atleast in her case. The red-head was not all thrilled at having a sixth sense, but it had been something she grew to get used to. With the once potentially treasured items that could always be found in antique stores, there also came the hassle with dealing with the people who couldn't let them go even in death.
At the ripe age of twenty three, thing were finally starting to sort out in her life. She had a stable job, which meant a stable cash flow. She could afford a decent apartment for once. Ev was even starting to have some luck with a friend she developed feelings for.
So when she was one day returning home from work early and happened to pass the cute antique store she usually didn't bother with, Evalin decided to enter. With everything going so well for her, the possibility of some harassment from a specter really didn't matter all that much to her. The store was small and cramped with a broad range of items in stock. There were tiny trinkets and jewelry, as well as large polished wooden wardrobes and ornately carved sofas. Upon entering the library-like section where several shelves were full of neatly alphabatized books, she began to skim through them. Once in awhile she would take one out and read a passage or two before returning it to its proper place.
As she came across the end of one of the shelves, Evalin noticed a small box that seemed to be in the place of a book end. It was cracked open just the slightest bit, that irritating amount where you could barely just not see what was inside. Gingerly, Evalin lifted the top of the box off, only to reveal an old scroll inside. She tried to open the scroll to see what was written inside, but it simply wouldn't budge.
Pursing her lips slightly, she glanced around the store to locate the cash register. "I'll just have to bring it home and try to get it open," she murmured to herself, "I'll have to be delicate so as not to brake it."
Upon locating the register, she strode over to it and saw a teenaged girl tending to it. She was obviously bored, as she was leaned back in her chair reading some magazine, and snapping bubbles with her bubblegum loudly. Evalin hoped the girl was related to who ever owned the shop, because if her boss caught her like that she certainly wouldn't whave wanted to be around.
"Excuse me," Evalin tried after clearing her throat to get the girl's attention, "I was wondering how much this scroll was. I didn't find a price tag..." she trailed off, and for a moment rather thought the girl was going to ignore her.
"We don't sell scrolls." came the short reply after another bubble snapped, the girl didn't even bother to raise her head.
Getting a bit impatient with the girl's attitude, Evalin wiggled the scroll in front of her, "I believe this was in the section with the books and I would like to buy it."
This time the teen looked up from her magazine, rolling her eyes in an overdramatic fashion,"I don't know where that came from, but it isn't ours. Maybe someone took it here to get it authenticated, but it was a fake so they left it. It isn't ours, just take it and leave."
And with that, she pulled her magazine back up and began to blow bubbles with her chewing gum once more.
With a bit of a huff, Evalin exited the shop barely managing not to slam the door as she went. While she might tolerate ghosts harassing her or being rude to her, that didn't mean she had to take it from the living. If she protested against a ghost, people tended to give her odd looks, but other living and breathing people was another matter all together. Well, atleast she managed to get the scroll for free in the end. Even if it was some sort of fake, Evalin still liked it.
After ten minutes or so, she arrived at her appartment. Her job wasn't too far away, and with the price of transportation she preferred just to walk. It helped keep her in shape anyway, and she didn't mind the walking. As Evalin entered, she kicked off her shoes, dropped her jacket on to her couch, and put the scroll on the coffee table. It would have to wait until she got comfortable.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 9:23 pm
After a week or so, thing finally started settling down in Evalin's home. For the time being. Nathaniel arrival, while welcome, was not easy at first. When Evalin had first had contact with him he had been sleeping, so of course Ev had a first impression of a calm child. Which was entirely wrong.
Not only did she have to get used to a loud and attention craved child, Evalin had to furnish what was previously a very nice guest room into a child's room. Nathaniel was helpful with that, as he certainly would tell Evalin when he did not like something.
In fact when he had first entered the room he decided to tell her how ugly it was, and that the wallpaper was the most horedous thing he had even seen. Well, with less of a vocabularly, but the attitude that made it all the same as if he did. But now that he was settling down, Nat had become quite happy with his newly furnished room and new guardian.
On one such restful day, Evalin was reclined on her sofa, watching Nat play with some toy trucks. He was facinated by them, obviously he had been sealed for quite a while because he didn't know what they were when Evalin had bought them for him. Luckily the television set had stopped scaring him, and now instead of screaming when it was turned on he watching in wonder, trying to figure out exactly how the people had fix in the small box.
As she flipped through a magazine that she wasn't really reading, Evalin thought about the woman who had brought Nathaniel into her life. How many other children were there? Surely Nat would not grow up to be the most normal of children. Perhaps Evalin could have him interact with other children like him. She was not so sure she wanted him around "normal" children. Not after her accidentally melted on of his plastic dinosaurs the day before. That was enough to make any caring parent keep their kids away from him, but if the other sealed children could do similar things, surely they would understand.
She sighed and tugged at one of her loose red curls. Now she'd just have to find that business card...
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