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Post by Grace Conner on Jan 5, 2008 5:15:35 GMT -5
Grace didn't know what to do any more, she was afraid of being alone, what her parents had she was jealous about. Because Grace was almost 19 years old and she had never had a girlfriend or boyfriend. She was a closet Bisexual and didn't know why, but was afraid of being hurt she was some what drawn. She came to this city hoping to start all over, originally from New York she hoped to find some friends.
But being here three months, no friends or loved ones, it was rough on her but she did what all she could. She was walking through the park thinking, bitting her lip she sighed sadly. Humming she was trying to make herself feel better, but it wasn't working. She was a witch, a new found witch that wanted a white lighter. But knowing her luck, since she had no luck at all she didn't know what to do. Sitting on a bench she wished with all her might to find her way.
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Post by Patience Wurth on Jan 5, 2008 7:15:27 GMT -5
She was back in P3. It was strange. She didn’t generally spend so much time in one club. At least not in one that she didn’t perform in. But the appeal of this place just didn’t fade. She was constantly drawn here. Almost like she was meant to be here. To interact with the other people there. Maybe she was supposed to meet somebody there. If she were any other person she would probably ignore those feelings and think that it was just the atmosphere that attracted her. But her Wiccan training had always made her realize that there was a reason for everything that happened. It wasn’t always obvious, but it was always there. And so Patience would continue to frequent P3 until she figured out what she was supposed to be doing there.
Apparently she wasn’t the only one who seemed to be attracted to the place, though. She had already been elbowed twice and she had only been in the place about two minutes. As she looked around desperately trying to find her own little private corner away from the crowd, she couldn’t help but wonder how they always seemed to fit the entire city of San Francisco into such a small club. And how they had managed to keep it so popular for so long. Generally a club would stay in style for only so long before being left behind for the new and fresh. But P3 seemed to stay strong no matter how many years it stayed open.
An empty chair grabbed Patience’s attention, pulling her away from her thoughts, and she dove for it. It was a battle that was for sure. And, unfortunately, Patience was beat out along the way. The seconds-empty table was snatched up by a couple sending lovey-dovey looks at each other and hold hands. She let out a sigh and turned away from the sight. She hated watching other people in love. But only because she wasn’t. Sometimes she wasn’t even sure there was anybody out there actually for her. She moved away from the table, trying to make her way towards the door, feeling slightly depressed. Unfortunately the crowd wasn’t going to cooperate. Another elbow, a couple kicks and an actual push and Patience found herself sitting on a bench. She was quite thankful that there had been a bench there to catch her rather than the floor.
Then she noticed the girl already sitting on the bench, now sitting beside her. She gave her a smile.
“Hi!” She said as she looked around, deciding against trying to get through the vicious crowd to get out the door. She wasn’t in the mood to get bruised and battered.
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Post by Grace Conner on Jan 6, 2008 2:41:35 GMT -5
The crowd was going crazy she didn't understand what was so popular about the club, don't get her wrong it was very nice. Deep down she felt a presence and her eyes looked around, unsure who it was she got a surge from. Because she was untrained she used her powers accidently half the time. But before she knew it she saw a girl, she looked about her own age, but depending on how Grace dressed she could look younger or older.
She heard her talk and looked into her eyes and nodded "Hello" Her eyes scanned the area again and felt the music enter her body, relaxing her. Grace brushed her hair off her shoulder and her wiccan pendent was exposed. She was trying to do what she could do with her powers. Her parents being murdered by demons made her a pretty angry person even if she never really exposes that kind of attitude.
She saw a table away from everyone "There is a table over there if you want to join me" She stood up and they were blocked by the people, they didn't mean to do it but were caught up in the music. So when the music finished she started to sing, just a tiny bit, the people looked at her and as she sang a tiny bit she looked at the girl and motioned for her to follow.
Her words could be heard
"This is me for forever
One of the lost ones
The one without a name
Without an honest heart as compass"
It was enough to get the people to let them pass without a problem
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Post by Patience Wurth on Jan 6, 2008 18:17:39 GMT -5
Patience looked over and gave the girl a smile, only to notice her pendent when she brushed her hair back over her shoulder. That was definitely a wiccan pendent. And not one that a normal person would be able to find without actually looking for something like it. She looked back up at the girl sitting there, trying to figure out if she was a witch or not. Not exactly an easy thing to do considering witches looked exactly like normal people. And how likely was it that she would meet another witch randomly in a club like P3?
She shook her head to clear her thoughts. There was pretty much no way this girl was a witch. She was just letting her imagination run wild. In fact, if she started talking about witches and demons and powers and such, this girl would probably decide she was crazy and try to get away from her as fast as she possibly could. So she really had to get the whole witch thing off of her mind. If she didn’t she was going to end up being known as either completely insane, or just plain weird.
Patience stared after the girl, suddenly not so worried if she came off weird. This girl hadn’t even so much as said hi before inviting her to sit at a table with her. Interesting. She shrugged and stood to follow, only to be faced with a crowd of people, reminding her how she had managed to be sitting on that bench beside the girl. But she didn’t seem fazed at all. She simply waited for the song to finish and started singing herself. People moved to give them a wide birth after that. Patience was grinning. She hadn’t thought of that. People generally tried to stay away from you when you just randomly started singing.
When they were finally seated at the table Patience grinned at the girl. “Well, that was an ingenious was of getting through that crowd. I definitely wouldn’t have thought of that. You have a really nice voice!” She held out a hand for the other girl to shake. “I’m Patience by the way. Nice to meet you.”
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Post by Grace Conner on Jan 7, 2008 3:57:16 GMT -5
in this crazy world she had no idea what tonight would bring, as she looked at people she looked back at the girl and gave a soft smile. Watching as people moved away, glad the girl could follow her. But as she saw the young girl look at her with a kindness she had no seen in a long time and soon she told what her name was, she shook the girls hand. "Its nice to meet you to, im Grace" She thought about the compliment and couldn't help but just smile. She was happy the girl thought she wasn't strange for doing what she had just done.
"Thanks for the compliment" She nodded with a kind gesture of her head. She got a feeling about this girl, something she couldn't put her foot down. "It feels like we have met before, sounds strange but...even tho we just met feels like ive known you for years, very strange maybe ive finally lost it" She laughed some. Running her fingers in her hair she was a tad nervous since lets face it, she was some what shy.
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Post by Patience Wurth on Jan 7, 2008 5:10:43 GMT -5
‘This girl is seriously weird.’ Patience thought to herself as she sat across from her. She didn’t mind. Quite the opposite in fact. She had always liked people who were weird. Good weird, of course. Weird like her family had never been something she would willingly interact with. But this kind of weird, the random singing to get through a crowd, and proclaiming to somebody that they had just met that she felt as though they had known each other for a long time, that was definitely a fun type of weird that Patience had always wished she had had. Instead she was stuck with the being able to start tropical storms in the desert type weird. Not quite as much fun.
She gave a shake of her head. “No, I don’t think we’ve ever met before.” She told the girl with a smile. Her eyes flicked back to the pendant, and she couldn’t resist finding out a little bit more about it. She hadn’t been able to talk to anybody about the whole wicca/magic thing since she had left her house and family behind. At first it had pretty much been a relief. She hadn’t enjoyed constantly having to do rituals and such. But even away from home she had found herself buying crystals, casting circles, calling down the four corners. All of those things that she had hated so much. Talking about it might be nice. “Actually, I was just noticing your pendant there.” She gestured to it. “Where did you get it? It’s quite beautiful.”
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Post by Grace Conner on Jan 7, 2008 15:18:56 GMT -5
She laughed "yeah I know...maybe its..something else" She closed her eyes getting a feeling something wasn't right here. She took a deep breath and scanned the area. But when the girl talked about her pendent she stopped and looked at it. She ran her fingers on it. "It belonged to my parents...before they were killed" She sighed some. "A rule of my family was to never tell of my gifts but how do you meet witches if you don't tell people your one, besides im not worried if a demon wants me they can have me.."
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