Playing With Fire (Open)
Jun 8, 2015 9:06:16 GMT -6
Post by Bee on Jun 8, 2015 9:06:16 GMT -6
"Alright it is time to get to work", spoke Bee as she placed a gigantic bowl in front of herself. Bee had ran into her old master less than a week ago. It was a fearsome chase, but the maiden of flames managed to escape. Now however Bee was out of hair gel. She was going to need some more. At the moment her hair was, well not in the best of shape. Without her precious hair gel Bee was forced to try and comb her hair. If she did not it would tangle up and become a thick mesh that would blur her sight. "So annoying", spoke Bee as she pulled on the stands. She liked it so much better when it went straight up.
Bee had most of the stuff on her list already. However there was one major missing ingredient for her hair gel, and that was pine resin. The stuff sounded easy to get a hold of when one hears it, but in the city it was a different thing altogether. The trees around here were not pine tress like near the boarder of Bern or in Ilia. They were more maple trees and yellow wood. Pine tree's were rare in this area and as a result it made getting there resin difficult and expensive.
"Oh come on", shouted Bee as she exited another shop. Not only did they not have the pine resin, but the shop keeper acted as if she did not know her. Bee had been visiting the shop for three months now. She came in here every Tuesday to pick up Mr. Johnson order of ingots and cooling oil. Now out of no where she acted as if Bee was a regular joe off the street. "Man I need to get my hair back up", spoke the maiden as she began to walk around town. Bee was now sure it was the hair. If her hair had been in its usual shape she was sure that Mrs. James would have recognized her. Though that would not have aided her in getting her pine resin. It would still have made her feel better. Not rocking her usual style made Bee feel out of place.
"Excuse me miss", spoke a voice from Bee's side. The young maiden turned to see some of the local fools hanging out on the side of the street. This was there normal hang out spot so Bee was not surprised to see them here. However what was surprising was the fact that they were talking to her. Normally when she passes through here they simply continue to play cards or joke around like usual. Today however they seemed to be interested in talking to her, which was more of a bother than one can imagine.
"What is it Cliff", spoke Bee as she called the young man by his name. A surprised look dawned his face for a moment, but it was soon followed by a conceited smile. Bee knew the look well. It was the same look he gave the village girls that passed this way on route to the market. Payboy, thought Bee to herself as the young man began to walk over to her. Why in the world was he bothering her now, thought Bee. She had been passing this way for months now and he did not say a word to her. "Not again", spoke Bee to herself as she realized the cause. It was her stupid hair again.
Bee had most of the stuff on her list already. However there was one major missing ingredient for her hair gel, and that was pine resin. The stuff sounded easy to get a hold of when one hears it, but in the city it was a different thing altogether. The trees around here were not pine tress like near the boarder of Bern or in Ilia. They were more maple trees and yellow wood. Pine tree's were rare in this area and as a result it made getting there resin difficult and expensive.
"Oh come on", shouted Bee as she exited another shop. Not only did they not have the pine resin, but the shop keeper acted as if she did not know her. Bee had been visiting the shop for three months now. She came in here every Tuesday to pick up Mr. Johnson order of ingots and cooling oil. Now out of no where she acted as if Bee was a regular joe off the street. "Man I need to get my hair back up", spoke the maiden as she began to walk around town. Bee was now sure it was the hair. If her hair had been in its usual shape she was sure that Mrs. James would have recognized her. Though that would not have aided her in getting her pine resin. It would still have made her feel better. Not rocking her usual style made Bee feel out of place.
"Excuse me miss", spoke a voice from Bee's side. The young maiden turned to see some of the local fools hanging out on the side of the street. This was there normal hang out spot so Bee was not surprised to see them here. However what was surprising was the fact that they were talking to her. Normally when she passes through here they simply continue to play cards or joke around like usual. Today however they seemed to be interested in talking to her, which was more of a bother than one can imagine.
"What is it Cliff", spoke Bee as she called the young man by his name. A surprised look dawned his face for a moment, but it was soon followed by a conceited smile. Bee knew the look well. It was the same look he gave the village girls that passed this way on route to the market. Payboy, thought Bee to herself as the young man began to walk over to her. Why in the world was he bothering her now, thought Bee. She had been passing this way for months now and he did not say a word to her. "Not again", spoke Bee to herself as she realized the cause. It was her stupid hair again.