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Post by Tracy Kobalt on Apr 19, 2009 19:10:15 GMT -5
The sky was a light pink. It was early morning and the air was cool and breezy thanks to the sea close by. The sound of gulls were heard along with the slamming of a car door and the image of Tracy's fine shaped body walked across the parking lot towards the shop.
Half way across a man bumped into her, she swiveled and saw that he was on his cell phone. "Sorry, Tracy," he said then continued on, not a real genuine apology. Tracy didn't know him at all, but appearantly he knew her, maybe she came out here too much, she'd have to pick some on new habits.
'Yea, sure you are,' he thought as he turned back towards the shop and continued her strut until she reached the door, pulling it open, heard the ring of the bell announcing her arrival and stepped inside to see a huge pair of white eyes staring at her from the back.
The man with the big eyes, nervously made his way to the front and slyly out of the door, but as he passed Tracy, she could see that he had a box hidden under his jacket, he was stealing!
Tracy, for some odd reason, just let her by him as she proceeded a little into the shop. Towards the snowglobes. She needed something on her bed, next to her alarm clock. Last week, she had gotten so mad at the ongoing buzzing alarm, she angrily pounded her bedside table, knocking over her previous one. She saw a big snowglobe with the island of San Diego in it. She smiled as she picked it up, it felt perfect. It was little cute things like this that made Tracy smile.
She dug into her purse and found that her wallet, along with her make-up bag weren't in there, she could see the man-thief outside bend over in the middle of the parking lot picking up two things, one small and brown, the other purple. Her things. She must have dropped them when that man bumped into her. She looked at the shopkeeper and slid the snowglobe into her purse. She could steal it, right? She had the money, but not now, besides she liked it.
She sighed, 'What the hell am I doing,' she turned on her heel and marched right out the door. Purposely forgetting she hid the snowglobe in her purse. She was now outside, looking through to the parking lot and beyond. If she hurried she could catch the thief and beat him up....'No, that would be bad,' she did like the idea, she wasn't much of a fighter.
She wondered off towards the water, "I let a thief get away, and he stole my money," she said seeing how karma worked. "But I stole this, so I guess it's all even." She too out the globe and sat on a bench looking at it. She wasn't in eyeview of the shop, and she doubted that shopkeeper would leave so she was safe.
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Post by Caleb Sanders on Apr 22, 2009 13:35:32 GMT -5
He had been sitting on a bench nearby and seen everything that had happened. He had seen the girl get bumped into and drop her purse. He saw her let the thief get away with the merchandise. Not only that he saw her steal a snow globe. When the man who had stolen the purse rushed past him. He pointed at the purse and orbed it out of his grasps and into his own hands. That was a part of orbing. He could orb himself and other objects from place to place. He could not telekenic orb though. That is an ability similar to his but not quite and he would love to have it. He grabbed the purse and headed back to the young woman. He knew that she was trying on her way to goodness but fell short. A lot in situations like this one. He walked up to her and outstretched his arm to hand her the purse.
You should return the snow globe. I know you did not purchase it. Stealing this object will not help you on your hard road to the straight and narrow. By the way here is your purse. I retrieved it from the thief.
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Post by Tracy Kobalt on Apr 23, 2009 1:51:56 GMT -5
Tracy smirked as she thought of how easily she had gotten this thing she now held in her hands. But then after a moment a frown crept into her lips. 'I'm a thief," she clarified. She felt so low. So filthy with herself. Her self-respect took a hard plummet down as she realized she was no better than the man who had stolen her things.
But then she thought about the thrill in stealing. It was so easy and more rewarding than purchasing. She loved it. She felt like she could do anything now. She started to scheme and think about what she could do next to help her. 'I've always needed a bigger TV,' she then let that thought drift away. She was not going to steal a plasma anytime soon. She was no thief, but still she couldn't help the thrill it gave her.
She then noticed a man walked up to her with her things. It wasn't the man who had stolen them though, if it was, she probably would have tried to push him in the ocean hoping he didn't know how to swim. But she saw that it wasn't.
"You should return the snow globe. I know you did not purchase it. Stealing this object will not help you on your hard road to the straight and narrow. By the way here is your purse. I retrieved it from the thief," was all the man said.
Her face lit up as she took her things back, looking through them to make sure everything was there. Then she looked back up. How the hell did this guy know she was any kind of path or road? And who was he to tell her what to do, a power ranger? Still she was grateful to have her stuff back.
She looked at him with a curious stare then broke it with a thankful smile. "Thanks," she said. She dug into her wallet and took out a '20', she paused and then thought about it. She put the '20' back and took out two '50's. She handed him the 100 dollars. "Here, take it. I would have been lost without my things," she said. She tried to cover up the snow globe with her arm, she was not exactly bulky so it still showed. She was embarrassed, this man seen her steal and he gave her things back to her. She just hoped he would drop it and they go their separate ways...snow globe and all, besides, it would make a great memoir.
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Post by Caleb Sanders on Apr 23, 2009 7:41:21 GMT -5
He looked at her like she was crazy. He was wondering if she thought a hundred dollars would buy him off. That was a huge joke. He had been giving selflessly for a hundred years and this was not going to change his way of life. In actuallity when he was alive and came across a hundred dollars he would give it to someone in need. Now he was in no need of money and used his time for the greater good. He used his time guiding witch's on the path of saving the world and defeating evil. He looked at her again and cleared his throut before he spoke.
No, give the money to someone who needs it if you insist on giving it away. I have no use for money whatsoever. It just holds down my pockets and I need nothing. Now I suggust a young, beautiful witch should go and pay for the globe before that fact makes you ugly. Ugly on the inside that is.
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Post by Tracy Kobalt on Apr 24, 2009 1:18:43 GMT -5
As Caleb began to spoke, Tracy couldn't see why this guy would not want any money...who wouldn't? She shrugged and placed the money back into her purse but when the guy mentioned something about her being a witch, she stood up in defense.
"Wait," she said, putting up her finger, "How did you know I was a..." she trailed off, not wanting to expose herself already than she already was. She thought about who this guy could be, instinctively the word demon came to mind, but a demon wouldn't be telling her to return stolen goods, unless it was the Demon of Morality or the Demon of Good Deeds, which she knew didn't exist.
"And this," she held up the snow globe, "Is none of you business." Tracy actually agreed with him, now that she had her money back, she didn't feel any need to steal it, but it was already too late, at least to her it was. The damage was done.
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Post by Caleb Sanders on Apr 24, 2009 1:26:19 GMT -5
He watched her as she began to freak out. It had taken her a moment to notice that he had called her what she is, a witch. He knew that she would have jumped to the conclusion that he was a demon. It may have made her wonder why a demon would return things and was just all around stumped. He of course knew that this was an easy fix of things. He knew she was wrong though the snow globe did have something to do with him and he wanted to fix it,
Let me guess, a smart persasive witch like you do not know what I am. I think I can even stretch as far as guessing you think me as a demon. If that is true you are far off.
He paused to allow that to sink in before he continued.
I am a whitelighter sent by the elders to keep you on the straight and narrow and it looks like I arrived just in time.
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Post by Tracy Kobalt on Apr 27, 2009 13:27:35 GMT -5
Tracy would have been very pumped up but somehow the guy didn't seem threatening, he actually seemed calm about the situation. She sat back down, defeated, but there was no way she would lose this one. These were one of those times where there were two of her. One side good, the other bad. And they would fight in her head...constantly.
She looked up at Caleb, as his words sank in. Part of her wanted to believe he wasn't evil, the other did not. But when Caleb announced he was a whitelighter everything made sense now. Tracy exhaled an involuntary and ungrateful groan.
Now she wished he was evil. A whitelighter. Just what she needed, right? Tracy could feel the responsibility and rules, the watching, the carefulness, everything all rush at her once. She stopped.
"I don't think I need a whitelighter," she tried to say it sweetly but the stolen snow globe was contradicting that statement...big time. 'I mean, I just...it won't happen again. I promise." She tried to sound convincing. She actually sounded worse than a thief right now. What was wrong with her. What had gotten into her. This was NOT Tracy...or was it? Her head wandered down towards the ground in shame. She felt horrible, but it wasn't because she had just stolen, it was because she could just feel...horrible. Where was the happy, perky, and sane Tracy?
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Post by Caleb Sanders on Apr 27, 2009 22:15:03 GMT -5
He looked at her as she said that she did not need a whitelighter. He had been through this same story many times. Over the last hundred years he had to go through this at least a couple dozen times. Finding a witch and having to convince them that they were not getting rid of him until the day that they died. After all he had the power of immortality.
Tracy, Tracy you are just like the rest. Every witch I come across think that they can take on every demon without guidance. I am not just here to make you return a globe. I am here to make sure that you survive demons and help ensure good. I know that you can not heal yourself let alone travel very fast. Plus I know that you have the passive power of Persuasion and can convince someone to kill themselves but it can be beat with a strong mind.
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Post by Tracy Kobalt on Apr 27, 2009 23:04:28 GMT -5
Tracy sat there reluctantly and listened to him. He was right. Her power was basically useless, especially against someone with that strong of a mind. She wondered if The Powers That Be really had that much faith in her. Still, what would having a whitelighter do? Eventually, she would get really upset one of these days and nothing this guy could do would stop her. Tracy had two slips already. This being her third. She did need guidance but wasn't it too late?
Tracy calmed her down inside and took a few breaths. She was herself again. In control. She placed the snow globe snugly in her purse. "Okay." Her tone was decisive, but hard to tell what she had decided. "I'm going to return it and then buy it, okay." She said as she looked at up at him again. It seemed that she wasn't going to shake him off. She could use her power to persuade him into thinking she didn't need a whitelighter, but she somehow knew he was prepared for that. Why else would he come to her if he wasn't.
She sighed, "Can I get a name," she asked hesitantly, her way of giving in. No use fighting, right?
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Post by Caleb Sanders on Apr 28, 2009 15:21:00 GMT -5
He was glad to see that she had given up the fight. He had gone through greater fights than this with witch's. He could remember that about 50 years ago he got assigned a witch with telekenisis. The girl threw him up against a wall thinking that she could kill him and lose him. She thought him a demon. Fortuantaly he just orbed away and reconsituted and managed to calm her down. This one could try and convince him to leave and such but once he made it upstairs the powers that be would remove the spell and send him right back. It would take a while but it would get through to her soon enough that she was not going to lose him very easisly. She then said that she would return it and buy it. She then asked him his name. He smiled at that. He did not realize that he had forgotten to introduce himself to her.
Oh, I forget that part. My name is Caleb Sander, but you can call me cale if you like or just regular caleb. I am glad you gave up I always hate this part of the job. I like the training the witch to save the world part better. Which reminds me we will have to start your own training soon as well.
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Post by Tracy Kobalt on Apr 29, 2009 2:46:53 GMT -5
Caleb introduced himself. Tracy could see that he was sincere about this whitelighter thing. She kinda smiled when he mentioned what part of his jobs he liked better. She was surprised at how she didn't distrust him at first. Well, she wasn't really a distrusting person, maybe it was the fact that he brought her stuff back. Then the thief flashed through her mind again. She wanted to have her vengeance somehow. 'No, Tracy,' she told herself mentally, 'Revenge is an ugly thing.'
She returned her thoughts to Caleb. Ugh, training. "As long as I don't have to sweat or anything," her face showed a little of disgust, obviously she didn't like getting all dirty or whatever.
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