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Post by landon on Jul 3, 2008 23:25:21 GMT -5
Landon was wandering, he hated Egypt. Sure it had plenty of things to see, but it was hot, he was in his 'work clothing' a light blue button up shirt clung to his back, dress pants had sand on the bottom, nice black shoes were now scuffed, his suit jacket completely unnecessary was folded neatly over his arm. Landon's main problem with Egypt was the heat. It was absolutely ridiculous. He wanted some water, something to quench his thirst, his throat felt like he'd swallowed chalk.
He continued walking through the outdoor market, he was a prime target for sellers(since he was dressed nice) who spoke in broken English, the man thrusted a hourglass in front of him. "Nice, yes?"
"Yes, it is," Landon said keeping stride.
"Buy yes?"
"Buy no." Landon said rolling his eyes, all he wanted was water, he turned to the man, "water?" The merchant shook his head, Landon turned away and continued walking, the hot sun had already gone down but even under the stars it was crazy hot. He seen a woman not far off purchasing a bottle of water he walked up beside her, flashed her a smile and turned to the merchant, "water please." While the merchant was rummaging through a cooler he turned to the woman, "I'm Landon, who might you be?"
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Post by otwinotragidyo on Jul 5, 2008 12:19:17 GMT -5
Constance Matthews was in Egypt all expenses paid trip… to paint a herd of Camels. CAMELS!!! She could have howled in frustration! The stupid rich people throwing their money on exquisite paints of Camels. She’d loved to give the heavy set eight something year old woman a piece of her mind and tell her what she thought of this job. Sitting in the hot sun for hours sketching constantly moving stinky animals that tickled her instincts and made her want to shift and run and hunt. Then gather her colors and paint the huge spitting animals. Sighing, the dark woman brushed sweat away from her brow as she tucked her pad under her arm. and raised herself up from the bench she’d been on for two hours.
The little boy that had been her personal guide tugged on her hand and grinned a large toothless grin, “Come, come…. drink… cool… then eat.” he babbled switching from an accent thickened English to Arabic as he tugged her threw the small marketplace.
Laughing some she tugged her hand free and followed him, thinking after a good cool bottle of water and some food she was going to her hotel room and bathing. Try and get some of this sand out of her hair and her ears. The price for a painting…Looking up she noticed it was later then she’d first thought the sun was already setting, and the stars poking out from under their hazy pink blanket of sunset. Stopping at the booth the little boy directed before running off to do something. She jumped, the fine silver hairs on her neck standing straight up when a man spoke to her. Turning silver gray eyes on him. Taking a deep breath she offered a slightly shaken up smile. “Constance Matthews. The Painter” she said letting senses stretch searching for any dark motive. The Scum bags always came out after dark… just like the vampires. Not catching anything on her soft search she smiled. “Thank you” she purred softly to the merchant who flashed a charmed smile and babbled something that she caught about pretty women and the quarter moon above. Glancing up she blinked and bit her lip only a few more nights and then she’d have to change. Wolves didn’t really inhabit the dessert though…. not her species of wolf. Shifting her weight she flashed Landon a smile. “What brings you to Egypt? Besides the sand?” she asked laughing as she shook some almost like a dog and sand went scattering around her.
ooc~ I saw your other message.... and that's fine.
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Post by landon on Jul 6, 2008 18:22:58 GMT -5
Landon smiled at the girl as she shook, "work," he replied distainfully, "honestly, they couldn't find me a better assignment? But I guess now I can say I've been to Egypt," he spoke softly his eyebrows drew together as a thought occured to him, "even though I've never had any desire to see this sand trap."
Landon wished he were home, out of the heat that baked Egypt, even at night, home; currently in Paris. A nice bed, midnight snack, he had to rebook his flight home, since it was for the night of the full moon. Yeah, thats just what he wanted, to go all wolf on a flight.
He looked up at the moon, regarded it calmly, as the merchant passed him his change and his bottle of water, which he chugged half quickly trying to get the sandpaper feeling to disappear from his throat.
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