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Post by Carson Reyes on Apr 13, 2011 16:08:04 GMT -5
[/b] Carson Reyes had the day off from working at the Las Vegas Crime Lab and he made a promise to his friends at his Ghost Hunting team that on his day off. He would pick up some supplies from a local store. He had heard that a new store had opened and he wanted to see it for himself. He had heard good things about this shop and wanted to determine it for himself. He was just that way when it came to new shops that he heard great things about and then in the end when he went there the place just sucked. The investigator hoped that this wouldn’t happen in this place; however, he was pretty sure that it would happen. However, he just wanted to keep a positive mind and he did just that. He took a deep breath and drove to the area where this place would be. Las Vegas was a pretty big city and Carson needed to have some type of GPS system. It came in handy when going out to calls, but sometimes it didn’t as sometimes he would get lost. Hopefully he wouldn’t get lost this time. He hated when he would get lost. He felt embarrassed at times. He followed the directions on his GPS and found the place. He was glad that the system worked today. Well, he could always make the technology worked because of his abilities. He was very fond of his abilities. He parked the car that he was driving and quickly got out of the car entering the place of business. He hoped that this would be an interesting place. [/ul] |
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Post by Rebecca Walker on Apr 13, 2011 18:12:37 GMT -5
Becca had just opened her new location, a store called the Magic Box, which supplies witches, supernatural beings and anyone who could want chicken feet. At a young age Becca found love for everything magical. At sixteen she became a practicing wiccan though her power didn’t give her any type of magical power to cast spells. She figured a store at buying supernatural items would be easier then selling her stuff on eBay.
So that was how this little shop came to be. Everything was in place expect for some witch’s grimoires, that still needed to be put in the loft library. Her four year old daughter, Celestelynn, was with the trustworthy Wicca babysitter. Tony, her ex, wouldn’t be able to find them. Things in her life were getting back to normal.
She wished that would stay the case. It had been so long since she didn’t have the nightmares of Tony telling his warlock clan that he was about to become a demi-god just by sacrificing his girlfriend and daughter. It would seen that having a super enhanced human gave you a plus one in the demi-god department. Sitting behind the counter, Becca went over the books wondering where she could get a decent coffee.
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Post by Carson Reyes on Apr 14, 2011 9:33:44 GMT -5
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Post by Rebecca Walker on Apr 14, 2011 15:55:05 GMT -5
Becca looked up from the book she was reading seeing a customer standing in front of her. “Sorry I didn’t here you come in.” She hopped off her chair walking out from the counter. “Maybe I should invest in one of those bells for the door.” She gave a warm genuine smile as she put out her hand. “My name’s Becca what can I do for you today?”
Granted she wasn’t normally this friendly to anyone off the street but she felt like the people who came looking for something in her store were ones that shared a connection with her. She looked over at the man, he didn’t seem to be a warlock good or bad. She had a sixth sense for these types of things. But then again she didn’t know that Tony was evil. So her judgment probably should change.
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