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 Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 10:12 am
>> Purchase
Shiloh sat atop his tractor beside the cart holding this week's harvest of strawberries, blueberries, and various flowers. It was a good ninety-two degrees outside, and so there was no real reason to wonder why business was slow. Half of the fruit would go bad soon anyway, so what was the point? It was only three minutes from this realization that Shiloh hooked his cart back to his tractor and began delivering flowers to the other stand-owners. Some were gracious enough to hand over a coin or two while others just gave lethargic, sweaty smiles and went back to their feverish fanning.
This still left the problem of the fruit.
Shiloh traveled the streets, looking for any kind of place to drop the load, for nearly a half hour before spotting the homeless shelter. I seemed a reasonable enough place to donate hefty tons of fruit, he thought. They never really got to eat the sweet stuff, from what he'd seen. A few minutes of talking to a receptionist, and then the owner of the building, and Shiloh was able to unload his unbearably warm fruit into the home's freezer.
Feeling rather content at having helped the community, Shiloh headed home on his tractor, trailing an empty, stained wooden cart behind him. He passed through a rather nice little part of town and spotted a shop, sitting nicely beside the sidewalk. He took it to be a candle shop and, deciding that he deserved a little prize himself, parked his tractor on the street and went inside.
Oh, he must have looked so out of sorts in that shop. Here came Shiloh, glistening with sweat and beating the dust from his clothes. He was dressed in long blue jeans and a plaid shirt with rolled sleeves, although he took his hat off when he entered the store. It was only right. He gave a little nodded 'hello' to the woman at the counter and went about trying to choose a scent. He found most too strong or to sweet and, in a home filled with fresh air and home-town country cooking, that would stick out in a terrible way. It was because of this that poor Shiloh was forced to move from the fragrances he recognized like 'poppy' and 'cedar' to the more ambiguous ones like 'haughty tart' and 'haunted garden'.
These he, oddly enough, found more pleasing. They were soft, fragrant, and blended scents.
Finally, he came upon an oil of a dark purple color. 'Apparition', it said. He immediately thought of wavering, smoky images of the dead floating through long halls and mourning their losses.
Well, it wouldn't hurt to test, right?
Shiloh popped the little cork out and sniffed the scent. It was sweet and homey. The man closed his eyes and smiled, memories of home flooding back to him. His mother canning plums, making tea, the soft floral scent of the garden floating in through an open window...
This was indeed an apparition to him. A memory.
Shiloh recapped the oil and looked around, searching for something that would allow him to burn it, melt it, whatever it was that you did with a phial of oil. He spotted a little silver burner with a thin glass dish and picked that up too, going to the woman at the counter to pay. He tightly wrapped the bag he was given and put it in his lap as he re-mounted the tractor. He gave one last nod to the nice woman he had paid and started puttering off. It was a good day, he thought, and it could only get better.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 11:53 am
Lighting Prompt (Required to reach Lit Scent stage) You have just purchased an oil burner and a specific scented oil from the Solace Scents shop and you can't wait to light it! Now that you're home, it's time to find the perfect place to light that scent! However, strange things seem to happen when you do... particularly with the smoke...
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 8:23 am
>> Lighting
Shiloh hefted the sweet infant on his hip, grinning as it played with its own hair. Oh, who would have thought he'd have a baby of his own?
Little David yawned and began to falter. Sleepy baby? Indeed! Shiloh chuckled affectionately and took the oil and burner he had bought from their bag. He lit it up, placing it on the dining room table as he rocked the baby, singing lightly.
The smoke began to billow up, forming strange shapes. David reached up, running his tiny hand through the design. Shiloh watched, head tilting slightly. Was that normal for oil? He was almost certain it wasn't...
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 9:52 am
Awakening Prompt (Required To Reach Child stage) Having run into your last ounce of oil, you mournfully place it into it's burner and light it, letting the aroma spread throughout your home happily. ------ [For Those Who Want To RP Witnessing The Event]You leave for a moment, deciding you felt peckish after smelling something so wonderful, and grabbed a snack from your kitchen. When you return you witness something absolutely amazing. The end result of the incident being a child on the floor of the room. Describe the sight, and the reactions of both you and the child at the end of it all.------ [For Those Who Want To RP Finding The Child Only]Having remembered something you needed to do, you ran out of your home quickly, forgetting all about the burning oils inside. You return content, having completed your task only to find a small child wandering the halls of your home, leaving oily foot steps behind, leading to a cracked burner, and split candle wax. Describe your reaction, and how you deal with the oil tracking child.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 1:27 pm
>> Awakening
Shiloh sighed, watching the last of his oil burn away. David had taken a likening to the scent, and so he'd been lighting it often. It wasn't two weeks later, and all that as left as a tiny little pool. David reached up and honked Shiloh's nose. Daisy whined at his feet.
"What, buddy?" Shiloh asked, looking down to the dog. Daisy's tail thudded against the floor, but her eyes were sad. She dropped an empty bowl by her paws. Oh no!
"Aw, man, Daise, I'm sorry! Let's me an' you go inta town and get you summore rice and chicken."
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When Shiloh returned, he gladly cooked up a meal for Daisy and then set off to relax for a bit with David. Unfortunately, he was sidetracked by the broken burner laying shattered on the wooden floor. Dark streaks ran away from it, slippery and shimmering in oil. Shiloh swallowed hard.
"Hello?" he asked, hefting David on his hip. The prints were too large to have been the infant's. He followed the trail through the hall and up to his bedroom. Sitting in the window seat was a little girl, staring blankly out.
"Hello?"
The girl turned slowly, face blank and eyes hollow. Shiloh's heart stopped.
"...who are you?"
There came no response.
"Where did you come from?"
"I came from your candle," the girl said, her voice holding an eerie double-tone usually seen only in movies and bad EVPs.
"What's your name, sweetie?"
"I haven't one."
"...well, Davey. I think you got yourself a big sister."
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 7:22 am
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