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 Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 7:08 pm
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Stepping through the door was a surreal experience. One minute she was in the library, the next she found herself on a busy street clamoring with people. There wasn’t a familiar face in sight and the door was gone. She was stranded. How was she going to get back? That….hadn’t been covered in the little gathering. Only that the way would remain open for them but not how to find it. “Perfect.” She muttered as people milled around her as she stood stupidly in the middle of the walk-way.
Some walking by gave her odd glances. Her hoodie, though unique and certainly different, was a bit too different when compared to the many fashions surrounding her. Welp, that would be one thing to take care of.
A thought struck her and she immediately fished in her back pockets as she moved off to the side to get out of the way of traffic. Her hands landed upon the small wad of cash she had. It consisted of the money she had busked Halloween morning as well as a portion of her pay check which she had been intending to pay a bill with. Well, though it wasn’t desireable to spend it, she at least wasn’t completely broke.
With nothing else to do, Juniper began heading down the street. She caught sight of a gentleman leaning against the side of a building, newspaper nearly covering his face. Without thinking of it, Juniper walked up to him and cleared her throat. “Um, excuse me, what’s the date today?”
The man didn’t seem to realize she was talking to him until Juniper tapped his paper slightly. He finally focused on her and raised a brow. “What was that?” He asked, his eyes giving her clothing a once over.
“The date?” She questioned again, not bothering to acknowledge the fact that she knew her clothing was off.
“November 1st, 1969.” He said, a weird look crossing his face that clearly said he thought the girl might be a bit off her rocker. When it was apparent that was all Juniper wanted, he lifted the paper up higher, effectively blocking her from saying anything else to him should she change her mind.
Well, damn. Juniper thought. This will be interesting.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2016 9:47 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2016 10:20 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2016 10:25 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2016 10:26 am
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Exploring. That was the best way to understand the layout of this place.
Of course, it would be better if she had more cold weather appropriate clothing. Ever since arriving, Juniper had felt the cold bite of the approaching winter. A strong indication that magic was no longer at her disposal to protect her. It was….bothersome, but there wasn’t much she could do about it.
Turning a corner, she wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to stay warm. The light hoodies she had donned in modern day Ashdown had been more than enough for her. Now, it wasn’t cutting the mustard. She needed more, but after spending the last bit of money on the violin in her hotel, well...she was a bit out of luck.
A cold breeze whipped at her hair. A shudder ran down her spine as she looked around her.
Eye lighted upon a line of clothes.
I never thought I’d be desperate enough. She thought to herself.
But what else was she going to do?
Glancing around she looked to see if anyone was nearby before shimming up and over the fenceline and into the tiny yard where the clothing was. She caught herself on the fence, nearly ripping her own hoodie, but just managed to pry herself free before dropping to the ground.
No one come outside. No one come outside. No one come outside. She chanted in her head as she worked to relieve a few colorful shirts from the line, a pair of jeans that look like they may fit, and coat that was still soaking wet.
She heard a door slam. <********. ********. ******** are you?!”
Juniper didn’t waste any time. She flung the clothes over the fence, vaulted it, this time tearing her hoodie in the process. She didn’t care though.
“THIEF! HEY! GET BACK HERE!” The man’s voice was booming behind her.
Juniper scrambled to gather up the clothes she had managed to nab and ran as if he life depended on it while the man continued to scream obscenities at her.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2016 10:33 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2016 10:35 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2016 7:19 am
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The girl with the flaming red hair that passes by Juniper on her way to the corner diner almost collides with her, the skateboard whizzing past. There is a scuffle, a tumble, and then she is upright again, sweeping frizzing red locks from her flushed face, a grin stretching wide across her lips.
"Hey! You look like you could use a good time!"
Without waiting, a flyer is thrust into Juniper's hands. It proclaims, in large, colorful, blocky letters, COME TO THE ASHDOWN BEACH! FREE CONCERT!! It's bright and cheerful, and on the bottom is scrawled, Not a protest, just come and have a good time!!
"Think about it, won'tcha?" the girl calls, already climbing back onto her battered board, and then she's gone, in a rush of bubblegum smelling sweetness.
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