A/N: Hey, here's my second chapter. I hope you like it. Thank you, all of
you on giving me such valuable information on the Teen Titans. (Such as
the name of the city!) As before, any information or opinions on the Teen
Titan's would be appreciated. I am confident on my own character, but not
on the Titan's. Could I get information on Jinx? She seems perfect for a
battle with Amanda/Mage. Also, any ideas on an original villain?
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans, or there world. I do own Amanda/Mage, and hopefully will develop a plot to own. Any ideas on a plot would be welcomed. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
I woke up the next day, strangely refreshed. I grabbed my backpack (I had been carrying it when I arrived). After taking a shower I looked for my professional clothing. I was still kicking myself for applying for that job in my traveling clothes. I was so lucky she hired me. I pulled up a white shirt and some nice black pants. I carry them with me every where, never know where you'll need them. I put them on, making sure they weren't wrinkled, and took a look in the full-length mirror. Did I mention that I love this place?
I was pleased with my reflection. I saw a short girl, well not really short, but not tall either. She had pale skin, so pale it only had a hint of peach to it. Her eyes and hair were lovely silver. The silver irises in her, I mean my, eyes blended a little with the outside white part. This made my pupils stand out, making me look somewhat freakish. Even creepier was that my eyelashes were silver, except for the very tip, which were black. I was slender, but had a firm build. I had Polish, Swedish, English, Scottish, and any other form of pale white ancestry you could get. I was doomed to be pale forever.
I let out a sigh and pulled my hair into two long braids. I grabbed my cap, pulled it on, and was ready to go. I bounded down the stairs to open shop. I marveled at the fact that Mr. and Mrs. McKinley trusted a stranger enough to let her sleep in their shop. They were lucky they chose me to work for them. I kept the door locked, still had an hour to seven, and started making bread. I had ten pre-made loaves in the oven, and had ten ready to be baked in half an hour. Yeah, yeah, so I cheated a little and used my magic, give me a break. I tidied the store for the last half-hour before it needed to be opened.
I heard the bell on the front door jingle, and knew it was Mrs. McKinley. The thing about living somewhere is that your home (or store) welcomes you. She may not realize consciously what was going on, but every spoon, fork, stove, and even the walls were calling out to her.
"Hello Mrs. McKinley," I called out cheerily, "I'll be out in a minute!"
I took one last check on the bread, and made a request to the stoves. If the bread is finished, I began sweetly, the stoves and I were already friends, Could you give me a call? Allright, so I cheated, but if you've got it, use it.
I came out of the kitchen, wiping my hands on my apron. "Hello, how are you doing on this lovely morning?" I asked cheerily, I 'm a morning person. Actually, I rise with the sun, during the winter I can't get up till ten. Luckily it was spring, I love spring. Everything is so fresh and new, and exuberant. The young flowers and shoots often burst into the most amusing songs!
She gave me a bright smile, "Quite well thank you," she replied kindly, "I see you've got every thing under control."
I gave her a smile and a nod, and continued to tidy the shop. Her husband came in right then, and the day was started. Nothing special happened, so I will skip the details. Basically the only thing of importance happened around lunch.
I was behind the counter then, learning the ropes so to speak. A girl of about my age (my real age) walked in. She was obviously Asian, with the dark hair and sweet smile. I took a liking to her at once. She walked around a bit, studying the different breads. She walked up to the counter and smiled.
"Could I have the raisin bread, with the fresh churned butter?" she asked me amiably.
"No problem," I replied jubilantly, and began to get her order energetically. Not hyper, but definitely with some zest. OH, I forgot to tell you, this store also sold butter, cheese, and some preserves.
Soon I had it all ready, some raisin bread had come fresh out of the oven, since I liked her I gave her that loaf. "That will be twenty dollars please," I told her kindly. The loaves are huge, so is the butter, and it's all home made. (A/N: the prices went up in the future, it's to be expected.)
She handed it over, and immediately tore into the bread. I watched in amazement as she ate it, she really likes this stuff.
"So," she said around mouthfuls, "You must be new here."
I gave her a grin, "Yes, I was hired yesterday. I made that loaf of bread, what do you think?" I inquired, leaning forward for the answer.
At that she slowed down and thoughtfully chewed, "The raisins are sweeter, and the breads a lot more even, I like it." She said confidently.
I grinned; somehow I felt I had passed a test. "I'm glad," I told her joyfully.
She gave me a grin, "Hey, why don't we hang out some time?" she asked suddenly.
I was, needless to say, taken aback. As you have probably already noticed, I am not the social butterfly. I just don't have enough in common with people. I have never made an enemy though, and whenever I settle down I tend to gain a close friend. People have told me that I seem like an open, trustworthy, gentle, and all around nice person. I guess I'm a better actress then I thought.
"Um, sure," I replied, a little flustered.
She gave me a grin; "Great, how about we meet by Jump City Park?"
"Sure," I told her, still baffled.
"Wonderful, see you at five?" she asked. She must come here a lot that was exactly when the store closes.
"Yeah, see you then," I told her with a smile. She gave me a smile and turned to walk away, I decided to listen in on her 'language.'
It whispered softly, Gentle, kind, trustworthy, exuberant. I knew that she and I would get along great.
Oddly enough I found myself looking forward to our meeting, go figure. That's when I realized, we didn't even know each other's names... &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
A/N: I hope you liked it, I know I did. Next chapter we will meet the nameless girl.
Orchid the Jupiter Adept: I can make bread, does that make me a good person? I hope so, I can make really good bread. I have to, I eat it. Well, my parents and siblings and I eat it, but I get the most. (It helps to be the only one who knows when the bread is eatable.) Um, yes a Teen Titan fic. Much gladness on my part.
Cerberus5550: I love your name, where did you come up with it? Yup, Mage is definitely a character, I couldn't think of her as a super power. I tried that just to get back at her for not leaving me along, and making plot bunnies. She just got mad at me though, so she was a character. Noir rocks doesn't he? Yeah, but your patchwork ann ROCKS! I LOVE HER! Do you know that I almost wrote Leap City, instead of Jump City? Well, it's the same idea... Thanks for the info, I'll try to check them out.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans, or there world. I do own Amanda/Mage, and hopefully will develop a plot to own. Any ideas on a plot would be welcomed. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
I woke up the next day, strangely refreshed. I grabbed my backpack (I had been carrying it when I arrived). After taking a shower I looked for my professional clothing. I was still kicking myself for applying for that job in my traveling clothes. I was so lucky she hired me. I pulled up a white shirt and some nice black pants. I carry them with me every where, never know where you'll need them. I put them on, making sure they weren't wrinkled, and took a look in the full-length mirror. Did I mention that I love this place?
I was pleased with my reflection. I saw a short girl, well not really short, but not tall either. She had pale skin, so pale it only had a hint of peach to it. Her eyes and hair were lovely silver. The silver irises in her, I mean my, eyes blended a little with the outside white part. This made my pupils stand out, making me look somewhat freakish. Even creepier was that my eyelashes were silver, except for the very tip, which were black. I was slender, but had a firm build. I had Polish, Swedish, English, Scottish, and any other form of pale white ancestry you could get. I was doomed to be pale forever.
I let out a sigh and pulled my hair into two long braids. I grabbed my cap, pulled it on, and was ready to go. I bounded down the stairs to open shop. I marveled at the fact that Mr. and Mrs. McKinley trusted a stranger enough to let her sleep in their shop. They were lucky they chose me to work for them. I kept the door locked, still had an hour to seven, and started making bread. I had ten pre-made loaves in the oven, and had ten ready to be baked in half an hour. Yeah, yeah, so I cheated a little and used my magic, give me a break. I tidied the store for the last half-hour before it needed to be opened.
I heard the bell on the front door jingle, and knew it was Mrs. McKinley. The thing about living somewhere is that your home (or store) welcomes you. She may not realize consciously what was going on, but every spoon, fork, stove, and even the walls were calling out to her.
"Hello Mrs. McKinley," I called out cheerily, "I'll be out in a minute!"
I took one last check on the bread, and made a request to the stoves. If the bread is finished, I began sweetly, the stoves and I were already friends, Could you give me a call? Allright, so I cheated, but if you've got it, use it.
I came out of the kitchen, wiping my hands on my apron. "Hello, how are you doing on this lovely morning?" I asked cheerily, I 'm a morning person. Actually, I rise with the sun, during the winter I can't get up till ten. Luckily it was spring, I love spring. Everything is so fresh and new, and exuberant. The young flowers and shoots often burst into the most amusing songs!
She gave me a bright smile, "Quite well thank you," she replied kindly, "I see you've got every thing under control."
I gave her a smile and a nod, and continued to tidy the shop. Her husband came in right then, and the day was started. Nothing special happened, so I will skip the details. Basically the only thing of importance happened around lunch.
I was behind the counter then, learning the ropes so to speak. A girl of about my age (my real age) walked in. She was obviously Asian, with the dark hair and sweet smile. I took a liking to her at once. She walked around a bit, studying the different breads. She walked up to the counter and smiled.
"Could I have the raisin bread, with the fresh churned butter?" she asked me amiably.
"No problem," I replied jubilantly, and began to get her order energetically. Not hyper, but definitely with some zest. OH, I forgot to tell you, this store also sold butter, cheese, and some preserves.
Soon I had it all ready, some raisin bread had come fresh out of the oven, since I liked her I gave her that loaf. "That will be twenty dollars please," I told her kindly. The loaves are huge, so is the butter, and it's all home made. (A/N: the prices went up in the future, it's to be expected.)
She handed it over, and immediately tore into the bread. I watched in amazement as she ate it, she really likes this stuff.
"So," she said around mouthfuls, "You must be new here."
I gave her a grin, "Yes, I was hired yesterday. I made that loaf of bread, what do you think?" I inquired, leaning forward for the answer.
At that she slowed down and thoughtfully chewed, "The raisins are sweeter, and the breads a lot more even, I like it." She said confidently.
I grinned; somehow I felt I had passed a test. "I'm glad," I told her joyfully.
She gave me a grin, "Hey, why don't we hang out some time?" she asked suddenly.
I was, needless to say, taken aback. As you have probably already noticed, I am not the social butterfly. I just don't have enough in common with people. I have never made an enemy though, and whenever I settle down I tend to gain a close friend. People have told me that I seem like an open, trustworthy, gentle, and all around nice person. I guess I'm a better actress then I thought.
"Um, sure," I replied, a little flustered.
She gave me a grin; "Great, how about we meet by Jump City Park?"
"Sure," I told her, still baffled.
"Wonderful, see you at five?" she asked. She must come here a lot that was exactly when the store closes.
"Yeah, see you then," I told her with a smile. She gave me a smile and turned to walk away, I decided to listen in on her 'language.'
It whispered softly, Gentle, kind, trustworthy, exuberant. I knew that she and I would get along great.
Oddly enough I found myself looking forward to our meeting, go figure. That's when I realized, we didn't even know each other's names... &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
A/N: I hope you liked it, I know I did. Next chapter we will meet the nameless girl.
Orchid the Jupiter Adept: I can make bread, does that make me a good person? I hope so, I can make really good bread. I have to, I eat it. Well, my parents and siblings and I eat it, but I get the most. (It helps to be the only one who knows when the bread is eatable.) Um, yes a Teen Titan fic. Much gladness on my part.
Cerberus5550: I love your name, where did you come up with it? Yup, Mage is definitely a character, I couldn't think of her as a super power. I tried that just to get back at her for not leaving me along, and making plot bunnies. She just got mad at me though, so she was a character. Noir rocks doesn't he? Yeah, but your patchwork ann ROCKS! I LOVE HER! Do you know that I almost wrote Leap City, instead of Jump City? Well, it's the same idea... Thanks for the info, I'll try to check them out.
