Hey guys! Sorry about not writing for a long time. January is the 7th circle of hell in my school. If you liked ESK (Embroidery Serial Killer), go to diamondflame's page and read her version, which is all about Kerry. It's called the Over the Deep End Version of Bubba's Revenge. Check it out. Also, I have 22 review for 9 chapters. It's really pathetic. I'm writing this stuff for you. The least you can do is tell me what you think. If I don't get at least 1 review for this chapter, I'm going to stop writing this story. Please please please please please please please REVIEW.
Disclaimer: Don't own TP books. Never have, never will.
Bubba's Revenge!
Bells chimed from a back room as I entered the dress shop. A young lady about my age hurried from behind a door in the corner of the shop. She had long and straight light brown hair and wore a countenance that was everything but unfriendly. As the woman drew nearer to me, I could make out the name tag on her shirt. It read "ERIN" in bold, black letters. Erin held out her hand for me to shake, and I took it. Grasping my hand firmly, Erin stated, "Hello, I'm Erin."
Duh.
Erin continued, "Welcome to Lalasa Isran's Dress Makers. She makes the dresses, I organise the dress orders. What can I do for you?" She spoke with a faint Gallan accent (A.N. a.k.a. Irish accent-I think). I smile. I liked her no-nonsense way of doing things.
I responded, "I am staying in the city for awhile and need some low-key dresses." I didn't think that Erin would ask questions, because it was common for women to want to blend in with the crowd.
Erin smiled slowly and nodded. She gestured toward some chairs on the side of the store, motioning for me to sit down. She said, "Please have a seat while I fetch some things that I think will be satisfactory. I thanked her and sat.
About an hour later, I walked out of the shop, smiling proudly. I not only had 10 new inconspicuous dresses, but had made a new friend. After confessing to me that she hated working at the dress shop, we had chattered (me being very vague about my backround) like old friends. She was 15 and MARRIED! She had laughed at my shock and explained that they marry as young as 14 in the city (A.N. Sound familiar?). Her husband's name was George Mostopholis, and as her marriage had been arranged, she was a little bit indignant about it. I personally thought that she took it very well.
Anyway, she promised to show me around the city tomorrow, as it was her day off. I would buy undergarments and the like, and see all the temples and important things. She had recommended an Inn to me called "The Pot of Gold". I found it at exactly the place that she had said it was. It looked very clean, for being in the city. I rented a room on the top floor. The room was very normal and conservative. It reminded me of Erin. Speaking of Erin...
I conjured a piece of paper, some ink, and a quill. I wrote in capital letters, "DO NOT DISTURB". Erin had told me about certain unscrupulous people that might "disturb" me during the night, and had told me to hang this sign on my door, to ward them off. I laughed rather foolishly at the thought, but did what she told me, just the same. You never knew what these city people were likely to do.
Disclaimer: Don't own TP books. Never have, never will.
Bubba's Revenge!
Bells chimed from a back room as I entered the dress shop. A young lady about my age hurried from behind a door in the corner of the shop. She had long and straight light brown hair and wore a countenance that was everything but unfriendly. As the woman drew nearer to me, I could make out the name tag on her shirt. It read "ERIN" in bold, black letters. Erin held out her hand for me to shake, and I took it. Grasping my hand firmly, Erin stated, "Hello, I'm Erin."
Duh.
Erin continued, "Welcome to Lalasa Isran's Dress Makers. She makes the dresses, I organise the dress orders. What can I do for you?" She spoke with a faint Gallan accent (A.N. a.k.a. Irish accent-I think). I smile. I liked her no-nonsense way of doing things.
I responded, "I am staying in the city for awhile and need some low-key dresses." I didn't think that Erin would ask questions, because it was common for women to want to blend in with the crowd.
Erin smiled slowly and nodded. She gestured toward some chairs on the side of the store, motioning for me to sit down. She said, "Please have a seat while I fetch some things that I think will be satisfactory. I thanked her and sat.
About an hour later, I walked out of the shop, smiling proudly. I not only had 10 new inconspicuous dresses, but had made a new friend. After confessing to me that she hated working at the dress shop, we had chattered (me being very vague about my backround) like old friends. She was 15 and MARRIED! She had laughed at my shock and explained that they marry as young as 14 in the city (A.N. Sound familiar?). Her husband's name was George Mostopholis, and as her marriage had been arranged, she was a little bit indignant about it. I personally thought that she took it very well.
Anyway, she promised to show me around the city tomorrow, as it was her day off. I would buy undergarments and the like, and see all the temples and important things. She had recommended an Inn to me called "The Pot of Gold". I found it at exactly the place that she had said it was. It looked very clean, for being in the city. I rented a room on the top floor. The room was very normal and conservative. It reminded me of Erin. Speaking of Erin...
I conjured a piece of paper, some ink, and a quill. I wrote in capital letters, "DO NOT DISTURB". Erin had told me about certain unscrupulous people that might "disturb" me during the night, and had told me to hang this sign on my door, to ward them off. I laughed rather foolishly at the thought, but did what she told me, just the same. You never knew what these city people were likely to do.