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 Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 10:52 am
"For a few days now, there has been a lot of 'hush, hush' in town ad quite a lot of excitement. Soon the secret was revealed to though who weren't already in on the plans. A few youngsters along with the help of parents, relatives and friends, had put together pretty much a 'Competition Day' although it was due to run the course of the weekend thanks to the school run. Market day had been cancelled and in its place were all the same stalls, this time with new names. The bakers stall had been changed to the cooking competition, the fabrics and carpeting stall had been changed to craft competition and so on. There was loads to pick from considering most the town seemed to be hosting it. Though the prizes were a little strange to say the least."
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 11:06 am
Locke had been wondering what all the commotion in town was about, well today his ponderings had been answered. It was a day of competition. How interesting. While he refused to do any sort of cooking, he would at least check out the craft tent. He folded his wooden wings back as he made his way through the crowds of people, and adjusted his rather large collar; it was itching at is neck. Maybe if he was lucky he'd find something like would carving-oh how he loved to make dolls and puppets, and animals. Maybe he could even make clothes with the fabrics that were lying around.
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 8:47 pm
Ophelia wasn't really the most competitive type of person, she had no real drive to show that she was better than others. When she played games with Dmitri she never really tried and always let him win. This was different though, there were people and she liked people, she also liked to watch people cook (she didn't know how to herself but the food channel was one of her favourites on the television) and crafts, Ophelia loved crafts.
Dmitri, feeling guilty about too much drinking the night before had agreed to take her, but had almost right upon getting there had told her he needed to find a place to sit, his head was killing him, and told her he would find her again later. It was him demonstrating once again that he was a rather irresponsible adult, letting the little girl go off on her own.
Ophelia really didn't mind all that much anymore, she was pretty use to it by now. So she now wandered around, taking time to pause and look at each of the stalls, her ultimate goal was the craft stall, but she wanted to see everything.
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 9:55 pm
A soft humming sounded off as a tiny tot came running through the collection of people, her arms outstretched as she whirred out a low, "Vruuuuuuummmmm!" as she ran. Once again, Sheldon had gotten distracted by something and Grazie had wandered off by herself. She had no idea where she had left her father, but her full concentration was now upon her pretending to be an airplane, so his whereabouts was the last thing on her mind. Wildly, her ivory hair whipped up behind her from her speed as her striking blue eyes cascaded over all the strangers who could possibly become friends.
Rushing passed another group of people, Grazie's unprotected feet carried her onwards. Even though the ground below was hard and unbearable without any shoes, Grazie seemed quite comfortable as she ran. Her feet had become quite hard and husked over after she had received her small pair of bamboo wings, almost as if she had earned herself her own pair of natural footwear. Blinking, her attention seemed to be caught elsewhere as she wandered over towards a nearby stall. She peered up at it, pouting as she was not tall enough to see what the stall held. Stamping her foot in dismay, the tiny girl folded her arms and cried a "Not fair!" to the wind above her.
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