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Post by jaylin on Jul 6, 2009 17:52:55 GMT -7
"Troll Market?" Jaylin didn't know if her father would be a help either, but this troll market sounded interesting. If it was what it sounded like, then it was exactly what he was looking for.
Of course, there was also the chance that she didn't know what it was, either. At least, if it was anything supernatural. After all, she'd be even more foolish than he thought in denying what she was if she knew about a market run by real live trolls.
"Sounds interesting, though I guess you probably don't know much about it. I'd like to hear more about it from him, though. My name’s Jaylin, what’s yours?"
Jaylin wondered if he should just ask for her father’s number, since it seemed he’d have more of the answers he was looking for. The Troll Market, he hoped, would be the answer in and of itself, since he knew deep down inside that there was no exact question, but simply a desire to be around those he could be himself with, perhaps even be in his true form around. After all, even his mother got jumpy when he lounged around with his snake qualities hanging out, and while trolls may be the same way, after all he couldn’t imagine this woman being comfortable with his snake form, they may be different.
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Post by ingegerd on Jul 7, 2009 4:26:14 GMT -7
Ingegerd got angry. Real angry. How dare he just casually state her ignorance like that?! Woozy, tired and out of balance as she was, one thing hadn't left her - her petty, huge ego, that couldn't take the slightest dent. That she really didn't know anything about the Troll Market was another story, as long as she lived, no-one would ever believe her to be uninformed! Pulling herself up, she looked him straight in the eyes and said,
"My name is Ingegerd Gunnarsson, and if you wish to visit the Troll Market, meet me at the bus station tomorrow night, with a ticket to New York. If you want my father to take you there, I have to be with you. He doesn't like strangers and would probably just run if he saw you like I did."
With Ingegerd's pride reforming, so did her own agenda. Alright, so father did not want her to leave because he thought she couldn't take care of herself? Well, let's see how that argument went when she showed up at his doorstep with not only a naga, but then took a stroll down to that goddamn market of his.
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Post by jaylin on Jul 9, 2009 10:01:12 GMT -7
"Okay."
From her tone, it seemed she was gathering herself together, trying to make a point. What that point was he didn't quite know, but he certainly didn't mind her being there when he met with her father. If anything it would make things easier. He knew what she looked like and he'd rather not wander around the train station wondering who he was looking for. She'd also be more noticeable than a green carnation or whatever her father could agree to wear to mark him as the one Jaylin was looking for.
"I'll see you there, then," Jaylin said before turning to leave.
He didn't move particularly fast, going to gather the bag he'd dropped earlier. If she had anything else to say he'd wait before leaving, but as things were the conversation seemed to be over. It wasn't like she seemed to want to spend time together, after all, and she had a hangover to nurse.
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Post by ingegerd on Jul 10, 2009 2:37:09 GMT -7
"Six o'clock, don't be late," Ingegerd snapped, gathering her bags as Jaylin turned to leave. Anger still coursing through her, she started walking home. She had no idea where Sven was, but a phone call when they arrived would quickly take care of that. He'd been nagging her for years about that market place, so he'd jump at the chance to get her there, even if it was in the company of a stranger.
Oh hell, she really had set herself up for a trip with a complete stranger. But really, if he'd wanted to hurt her, he'd done it a long time ago. And there was nothing she could lose from it. If father saw her socializing with other "unusual" people, it really could bring her closer to her goal of freedom.
Set in her ways as she was, Ingegerd avoided the emotional implications of having been proved wrong in her self delusion by focusing on her still remaining resolve. Deep down inside of her though, a tiny part of her had started to wonder if there really was another option than the normal world. But that would have to wait until tomorrow. Now her main goal was to get home without throwing up.
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