Soul Shop (Lock Please)
Priscilla stepped onto the busy sidewalk and walked aimlessly around, taking in her surroundings. Cabs wizzing past, horns off in a distance, people chattering away. Most people seemed oblivious to their surroundings and focusing on their task at hand. Others, however, seem acutely aware of every movement around them.
At this moment, her task was window shopping. She walked past each of the stores, admiring this and that in the windows. Some stores, she stopped walking and took in the beauty of their wares displayed in an attempt to draw people in and purchase.
Sweet aromas lingered in the air, drawing the black haired Priscilla towards it. She found herself at the entrance to a tiny little eclectic store, "Soul Shop". Pushing the heavy door open that held a quiet squeak, Cilla stepped inside. Books, candles, incense, cards, scithes, offering plates, tarot cards, bibles. Almost every religion had a place in this shop, every beleif had it's own little nook here.
Feeling a headache come on, Cilla reached up behind her and released her ponytail from its restrictions. Letting her hair cascade down to her hips with a life of its own, she continued on her journey of the shop, pocketing her hair tie.
Picking up each incense and smelling it. "Oh, that's horrible.", she wrinkled her nose at one stick of incense and put it back. "Mmmmm, delicious.", she commented as the stick she was holding stayed in her hand with the promise of being taken home by her. After several smells of the sticks, she had accumulated 14 and looked forward to burning them in her hotel room.
She continued to browse the different things in the store, taking delight in each one for its' unique purpose.
Then the thought crossed her mind, perhaps he knows the town well and could suggest a few museums or points of interest in this city. She walked to the counter ready to buy her items so she could speak with the silver haired man.
Completing the transaction, she slowly approached him, hoping he didn't mind being bothered while shopping. Cilla cleared her throat to attract his attention.
"Ehmm ehmm. Excuse me, sir?"
"Yes, what might I be able to do for you my lady?"
Nervously she moved the bag with the incense and athame to the other hand, realizing she was more than likely rambling to this innocent man who was now caught in the middle of her excited chatter. "I'm sorry,", she offered, "normally each place I travel to has a travel guide to let you know of the tourist attractions, then you can usually find other spots of interest from there. But it seems this place doesn't come with a broucher.", she smiled at him extending her arm out to indicate the streets outside.
She seemed so out of place somehow, innocent. Jeeves wondered how many hours it would be before someone took advantage of that. He found himself hoping it would not be a vampire.
"Well, the opera isn't open quite yet, and I'm afraid the library is still closed, however there is a fairly decent art museum not too far from here. I could show you I suppose..."
She hoped he would join her, but truely did not want to bother him any further. It had been a very long time she had someone to talk with, sure she had conversed with people through her travels, but no one to share her experiences with. At that moment, she greatly missed her mother and pappa. Not letting her face betray her thoughts, she made sure to keep the smile upon her face and her eyes friendly, when in thruth they threatened to fill with tears at the thought of her parents.
"It's been quite a while since I've been to the art museum, and I hear they have a rather extraordinary exhibition these days."
Curious eyes, those...very curious. He would have to make sure she got safely back to the hotel. At this hour in this city, a lady such as her really shouldn't be wandering the streets.
She turned to walk towards the door then turned to him abrubtly. "Forgive me.", she smiled shyly. "My name is Priscilla." As she extended her hand to him, her pappa's words rang in her ears, 'Ma petite, Cilla, you should always show yourself as a lady, but hold the wisdom of both men and women. Never falter to read a mans intentions with you. You can read a man by his handshake or more importantly, what his actions are when you introduce yourself.'
Jeeves found himself liking the girl more and more. Nachton was the last place in the world he had expected to find something not corrupted by the world. In an odd sort of way, it did make sense though.
"Well..perhaps we should attempt to find the art museum then?"
"Well..perhaps we should attempt to find the art museum then?", he asked.
"Yes, let's.", she replied smiling up at him. Cilla started towards the exit of the small shop and absently ran her thumb over the spot on her hand his lips had been.
((Cilla out))
"It's not very far, just a couple of blocks away"
((Jeeves out))