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Post by Aaron Grimior on Apr 21, 2014 13:36:20 GMT -6
Aaron walked through the busy streets of Aster's market. The chatter was high as people bustled around trying to barter for goods. The rationing that had started in Hryst was hitting everyone hard. There was little anyone could do though until the waters finally thawed enough for trade to resume. Aaron shook his head once again reminded why he was trapped here. But, now he had a purpose to stay. Shy was a mystery to them both, not having any memories before the incident in which he found her. Since then, they only had a few clues to figure her out. It was slow going but they had time, unfortunately. They wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.
He walked to one of the stalls which held some mechanical equipment. He was still looking for a replacement for the broken window latch in his room. He looked through the small metal pieces finding nothing of use. Sighing, he turned around to see a teen standing close to a cart of food. He was about to look away when he saw the teen grab a handful of apples and stuff them into his coat. The teen started walking away from the cart and down the street with his hands in his pockets. Aaron glared slightly and started following him. The teen didn't seem to notice. Aaron moved quickly and closed in on him. The teen turned down an alley before he finally noticed he was being followed. The teen started running down the alley. Aaron took off after him. The boy took quick turns to try and lose Aaron but it didn't take long for Aaron to catch up and grab him.
"Let me go! I didn't do anything!"
"Of course you didn't. And these apples in your pocket are completely paid for." He reached in and pulled out one of the stolen red orbs. He shook his head and began dragging the teen off toward the offices of the law enforcement. The teen complained and attempted to escape the entire way. Aaron pushed open the doors and walked to the nearest office, that of a Sergeant Brenna Dixon. He knocked on the door and waited for the sergeant to answer and deal with the boy. And perhaps this Brenna Dixon may be able to help with solving some questions about Shy. Aaron stared at the door waiting for the occupant to allow him access.
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Post by Brenna Dixon on Apr 25, 2014 8:57:47 GMT -6
Brenna was sitting alone filling out paper work in her office. She had the window opened and her layered shirt was off only leaving the black tight one around her breasts. Her day had been uneventful for the first time in a long time. She was glad there wasn't a window into her office so people could see the way she was dressed when she wasn't out walking around. She kept her gloves on so she wouldn't lose control and melt the pen or set the paper on fire by accident. She hadn't had a mishap since she burned her captain but she was worried about when she would come to her to talk about it. She ran her hand over her face and through her hair trying not to think about it for the time being. There was no point in getting worked up over something she couldn't control. She knew that when the time came that Story wanted to talk to her about her power she would come to her but until then she needed to keep calm and carry on.
She sat back in her chair after a while and sighed. Pulling one of her gloves off, she watched her hand letting a small flame from in the center of her hand. She dared not to let it get any bigger than that. She watched it flick and move wondering how something so pretty could be so dangerous. She closed her hand letting the flame go out just as there was a knock on her door. She jumped a little and looked around. Her office wasn't really meant for other living people. "Just a minute!" She said quickly closing her window. She hurried over to the fire place and made one so that the room could warm a little. She pulled her glove back on and went back over to her desk. "Come in."
Bren was back in her chair just as the door started to open. She looked at the papers on her desk before slowly putting them in a pile. Her red eyes fell on the two as the man pushed the teen into her office. She had seen the teen before but not that man. She sighed and looked at the boy. "What did you do this time?" She asked her voice sounding disappointed. She had thought he would have stopped stealing after everything she had given him warnings. She shook her head and looked at the man.
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Post by Aaron Grimior on Apr 25, 2014 18:09:47 GMT -6
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ALWAYS EARNED Aaron opened the door and stared a bit at the sergeant sitting behind her desk. The room was cool as if the window had been recently closed. His eyes took in the sparcely dressed sergeant. His eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the small black cloth wrapped around the sergeant's chest. He was about to explain to her about seeing the teen stealing a handful of apples but she had apparently already seen the boy before.
"This time? What do you mean this time? This is how you deal with your criminals? You send them back out to repeat their crimes?" Aaron couldn't begin to understand how the law here worked. In his town, the criminals were dealt with without letting them repeat their crimes. Aaron shook his head. "This boy was stealing apples from a stall in the market." He started pulling apples out of the teens jacket. There were ten of them and Aaron put them on the desk. He looked back at Brenna.
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Post by Brenna Dixon on Apr 26, 2014 8:33:54 GMT -6
Her red eyes fell on the man when he decided to speak against her when she was addressing the boy. They narrowed a little. The last thing Brenna wanted to deal with was disrespect. She also didn't want to set the place on fire. She slowly stood. She pointed to the chair for the teen to sit in. "Sit! Stay." She demanded in a very stern voice. "Sir, thank you for bringing him in. Now if you would leave, I will handle this." Brenna took the apples and placed them on her desk before going over to her door and opening it for the man to leave. She didn't have to explain herself to him. People were struggling in Hryst. She shut her door hard behind him when he left.
She sighed and hated to do what she had to for the boy but he did need a punishment this time. Bren locked him up for a few nights. She later found herself at the bar staring at her drink. She was wearing the same thing she had been wearing in her office but the extra layer of clothing was back on. Bren knew the hardship that everyone was going through but the boy shouldn't have stolen anything. She would have helped where she could have. She would have helped as many people as she could. She had helped him and his family out before so why did he steal. He hadn't even tried to explain. She shook her head as she stared into the glass.
The man that had brought him in must not have been from Hryst. Everyone had seen better days. Well not everyone, the ones that didn't have a secret had. The ones that weren't afraid of losing control had. She downed her drink before ordering another. She pushed her hand through her hair thinking about the day. She was glad that she was off duty. Her sword leaned against the bar beside her. There were people out chatting and laughing with each other. There was a poker game going on in the back corner and here was Bren sitting alone like she normally did when she had a hard day. This setting was more calming to her than being forced to be alone. Maybe it was the fear she had, if she lost control here all these people would get hurt and that kept her in check. She ran the tip of her finger over the rim of the glass, her arms still wrapped in the gloves she was as her mind wondered away.
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Post by Aaron Grimior on Apr 26, 2014 19:17:27 GMT -6
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ALWAYS EARNED Aaron was taken aback by the abruptness of the sergeant as she nearly threw him out of her office. He stared at her closed door for a second thinking over the few seconds he'd been standing there. He had said some things that she might take offense to. He sighed and shook his head before walking away. He hadn't even got to ask about maybe learning about Shy. He left to take care of some errands before returning back to the inn. He dropped off the items he'd bought and checked on Shy before heading back downstairs to the bar.
Stepping into the bar, Aaron noticed that almost nothing had changed since he left. The drunk had become drunker. The noise level was the same. Nothing had changed. Save for the new figure sitting at the bar, the sergeant he'd offended earlier. He looked her over and noticed her again strange dress for the temperature but she did have more over her chest than just a black wrap. He sighed and walked over to her. He'd rather not be on the wrong side of someone who could help him. "Excuse me sergeant." He sat in the stool next to her. "I just wanted to apologize for my words earlier. I'm from Aquavia and the culture shock took me by surprise. Allow me to repay it by buying you a drink." He wasn't meaning to sound flirty, just to try and repay for what he'd done.
He got a beer for himself and looked over at her. "Your country is not something that I am used to. And this temperature has not helped my attitude. I'm not used to the cold or snow. This winter is hard for me. I can only imagine that it's hard for everyone here." | NOTES
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Post by Brenna Dixon on Apr 28, 2014 9:45:10 GMT -6
Brenna was so close to being relaxed when someone sat down beside her. Her red eyes looked over at him and she sighed. She knew him. He had been in her office being demanding and down right disrespectful and now. Now he wanted to buy her a drink. "That's not necessary." She took a sip of her drink and tried to go back to her own thoughts when he kept speaking. "Really there is no problem. This is hard on everyone. The country is hurting and a lot of people are not getting what they need because we are not able to trade like we use to."
She kept looking at her drink. She downed it before ordering another. She never got completely drunk. She just enjoyed a few drinks before going home to bed. She kept one of her arms folded on the bar as her hand slowly ran over the edge of the cup. She couldn't feel the cold of the glass through her glove but she was afraid if she took her glove off she would hurt someone. She noticed him still there but didn't say anything. She didn't care what he had to say anymore. She just wanted to have a few drinks in peace before leaving to head back home. She wasn't sure who he was and didn't really care that he wasn't from Hryst. He was trying to make up with her but honestly buying her a few drinks wasn't going to make up for it. Yet, Bren wasn't going to hold a grudge against him. She just didn't want to deal with someone like him at the moment.
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Post by Aaron Grimior on Apr 30, 2014 15:33:59 GMT -6
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ALWAYS EARNED Aaron watched the sergeant as she spoke. He watched her face which didn’t even turn to acknowledge him as she talked. It was obvious to him that she didn’t really want a conversation. He sighed and turned toward the bar looking away from her. He swirled the beer slightly watching the liquid inside ripple. As he stared, he thought about his father’s words. “You don’t understand the world. You think things are always one sided. That there is no other side. You can’t see the big picture. You will not be truly capable of outstanding work until you understand that the world is not just a picture. It is much more than that.”
The words circled and circled around in his head. Was his father right? Did he actually see things as just one-sided. He thought back to the days events. The thief from earlier, he was a thief. But was he really always? The sergeant had said he had offended before seemingly without adequate punishment but was that actually true? Did he have a reason to steal? Was that reason enough to justify his crime? No, nothing was enough to justify a crime… Or… was it? The questions bombarded Aaron’s brain as he stared into the liquid of his drink. He didn’t have the answers. Maybe he did see things one-sided. And what of Shiloh? What if before her accident she had actually have been a thief? What if she had killed someone? What if…
No, she may not remember her life before the accident but she was no killer. Her personality wasn’t right for it. Unless her personality changed? Aaron didn’t think it was that way. She was too pure and innocent for something like that. And what if she had done horrible things like that? How would she feel now about them? He shook his head to try and clear his mind of this line of thinking. Taking a sip of his beer, he turned back to the sergeant. “I can tell you don’t want to speak with me but I have one other question. Do you know of a way to look up anyone coming into the country? I have a…” What was she? A friend? Just a companion? “…friend who was in an accident and doesn’t remember anything from before. All she has is part of her name. Shy. We would both appreciate it if anyone could help to discover and information about her.”
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Post by Brenna Dixon on May 30, 2014 10:19:40 GMT -6
She downed the rest of her drink and ordered another one. She had other things on her mind like keeping her gift under control. She picked up her drink when he asked her another question. She looked at him. Brenna thought for a little bit. "Do you know how or when she got here?" It would be extremely hard to find her if those were not known. Bren thought about it. "The only thing I can do right now is look into the logs for the last year. If you could get a full name for her or how she could here it would narrow it down a little at least." She looked at him. "I'll do what I can." She took a deep breath.
She slowly finished her drink. "This person must be really important to you if you are going through all of this to find out about her." Brenna had never had anyone like him. It had always been just herself. You can't help him. You can't even help yourself. You really think you can find out about this girl for him? I highly doubt it. She sighed some hearing her father's voice in her head. She looked at him. "Where are you staying? I will come and see you when I find out some answers." She said paying for her drinks and slowly standing.
Brenna looked at him and nodded before walking out with her hand on her sword. She out and went back to look at the logs. She might as well get started on this assignment.
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Post by Aaron Grimior on May 31, 2014 19:55:08 GMT -6
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ALWAYS EARNED Aaron watched the sergeant as she asked about knowing more information. He sighed wishing that he did know more. Unfortunately, all he knew was what he had seen of her injuries and the first three letters of her name. And that wasn’t enough for anyone to go off of. “All I know of her name is the first three letters: Shi. I know little else about how she arrived or from where. My best guess is she arrived from Domhan Tir if that will help narrow down what you need to look through.” He took another sip from his beer before looking back at Brenna when she mentioned Shi being important.
“I suppose she is. I found her beaten and nearly dead in the snow. She looked horrid. Once I learned that she had no memory of anything from before the accident, I couldn’t let her walk around alone here. She was already attacked once and almost a second time when we first met officially. I can’t let that happen again to her. I want to find out who hurt her in the first place and why but it’s more important to learn who she is and reunite her with her family.”
Aaron downed the rest of his beer. He hadn’t really thought that much about why he was doing all of this for her. He couldn’t help but feeling that something was off about her situation. Why had she, an innocent looking girl been attacked and left for dead? Was it just because she did look innocent and the perpetrators knew they could get away with it? Or was there something else he didn’t know? “Shi and I are staying in this inn, room ten. If you can find anything, I’d greatly appreciate it.” He knew it was a long shot. She might not have even come through a checkpoint where her identification was checked. But it was the only thing Aaron had to go on right now. It would have to do. “Thank you Sergeant Dixon.”
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