Who: The medicine seller & OPEN
Where: Terra, a street near you.
When: Late evening.
Summary: The medicine seller sells medicine. And other stuff.
Rating: PG-13 for hustling omg;; and vulgar mentions of porn.
Other: Don't be shy, jump in. Single thread, though, and I'm capping this at three people or I'll get overwhelmed.
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I could sell raid to a bug, I'm a hustla, I could sell salt to a slug. )
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Oh well, if she wanted to see him again, she would call him, or maybe he would run into her once again.
So he was walking down the street, cigarette in between thin lips and eyes half-drooped from the exhaustion that was caused by boredom and hands dug deep in the pockets of his camo jacket. That was till he saw that weird chick hanging around, and hopefully the red-head could avoid him. Tough shit that Badou kept his eyes locked on the flamboyant figure, great way of acting oblivious.
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This particular redhead, however... The medicine seller's lips twitched into the slightest smirk, expectant. He did not trouble himself to turn his head, but he did peer at Badou out of the corner of his eye. He never forgot a customer. Still, he did not speak a greeting.
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"So uh..." Badou spoke, tilting his head up as though he wasn’t paying full attention to the woman kneeling on the ground or some shit, and rubbed the back of his head, a sign of irritated boredom. "...You kinda owe me, you know." You know, from that shit you stole from me.
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Those heavy-lidded eyes followed the redhead, chin tilting up as he regarded that most troublesome customer. With Badou, it was always an argument and a slew of vulgarities. Amusing, in its way. And the medicine seller would play innocent.
"What is it... that you imagine I owe?"
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There was a low stone bench and she settled down on it (bonelessly). Idly, the woman emitted tired smoke from her wand, watched it curl in front of the street in front of her. Sitting in the shadows casting curls, the thought made her smile, but the sound of soft footsteps interrupted her play.
A pale man with a painted face, playing his own fames with bottles. "Hello," Bellatrix greeted him cordially, her voice very clear in the night silence and its own strength.
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He turned his head to look at her, those violet eyes taking her in impassively as he regarded all things in this world. As though nothing were important or especially interesting, even when they concerned him... as she did.
"Hello," he replied politely, anyway.
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"Anything a widowed witch would desire?"
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He paused, then added, "Although, I suppose, even a simple medicine seller can ease a widowed witch's ennui."
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