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 Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 9:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 9:49 pm
 ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ Harlow Sarine Abel District Five ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ I slowly walked in the direction of the flower shop, heading there to see if there were any early morning deliveries that needed to be made. I was up earlier than usual and it wouldn't hurt getting a couple hours extra pay. The brisk morning air sent a chill down my spine and I felt a wave of fear run through my body. I rubbed my arms, trying to shake myself out of the panic that so desperately wanted to come back, and I pressed on.
I eventually reached the cottage-like shop and entered it's front door, only to be met with an empty shop, but I knew someone was here, for I knew the owner would never leave it unprotected. "Hello? Rosaline? Are you here?" I called out, wondering where on earth my boss could be.
Suddenly a loud crash filled the empty space, almost sending me into a blind panic, but the site of Rosaline stumbling out put my mind back in it's proper place.
"Harlowww!!! You're so early today! Are you looking for some extra runs this morning???"She asked in a bubbly tone. I sighed. Rosaline looked as though she had been dropped off here by the Capitol, and she even had the slight accent that went with it. Perhaps she had been too insane to ever be allowed to stay?
"Yes, but just a couple. I have school soon." I said, keeping my words to a minimum. Say anything other than what you needed, and the wild thing would never close her mouth. I had made that mistake only once, and after an hour long conversation about the pink pigment in a tulip, I was prepared t never make that mistake again.
"Yes, yes! There's two orders in the back! Have fun, Har Har!!" She said with a cheerful little giggle. I tried to avoid cringing from the nickname(one of many) that she had given to me. I quickly gathered the two flower baskets and made my way outside, already in search of the location of my first delivery. ≎≎≎Mood:Tired≎≎≎Location:Flower Shop≎≎≎Inventory:Outfit & Bag≎≎≎
Burned by your dreams
It's never how it seems
Cold crushed esteem
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