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Post by Elizabeth Lovett on Oct 27, 2008 19:09:42 GMT -5
Eliza walked through the market, bundled up and walking quickly to get home as fast as she could. The cold air was a bother, plus she hated the market, seeing all the people.. the people that she might again see later on in the cellar. She sighed as she kept her pace. She had purchased some spices used in the pies. Not that people really tasted them anyway, but they came in handy when seeming normal with people. She looked around at all the people as she walked along. Not really watching where she was going until she accidently bumped into someone. "I'm so very sorry" she said quickly looking ahead to see who she might have hit.
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Post by Jocasta Lynch on Dec 16, 2008 19:17:26 GMT -5
Jocasta was in the market place looking for her friend. Mrs. Lovett (the woman she calls her second mother), had told her just a minute ago that her daughter, Elizabeth was shopping. She was looking around for her best friend but could not see her, through all the many persons. She made her way to a small shop with spices, thinking she'd find Eliza there, but she did not. She looked around and started walking back. Maybe she had walked past her without noticing. Again, she made her way back to the end of the street where she had come in at and stopped. She was about to keep walking when someone ran into her. She turned around to find that it was Eliza. [/size] |
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Post by Elizabeth Lovett on Dec 16, 2008 23:24:32 GMT -5
Eliza's smile grew as a sigh of relief left her. "Oh, It's you" she said hugging her friend. "I thought I'd ran into someone else, would of been horrible if it'd been that beadle or worse.." she said with a playful gasp "judge Turpin" she whispered with a small giggle. She enjoyed making fun of such horrid men, they after all, did deserve it to some point. "what brings you out 'er then?" she said with a smile, lifting her bag of spices "chores for me"
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Post by Jocasta Lynch on Dec 17, 2008 18:11:21 GMT -5
Jocasta hugged her friend back and then laughed with her at her remark. "Looking for you." Jocasta replied, "Your mother said I'd find you here and she was right!" she smiled at her friend. Jocasta pulled her hands back into her jacket. She was getting cold. She figured it was because she was wearing her usual short dress. Her mother would always buy her a new dress and tell her "Don't go and ruin this one too." And Jocasta would not listen. She didn't think she was ruining them, she thought she was improving them. The boys always seemed to like them. Jocasta looked back at Eliza, "Lets head back to the shop." she said, getting colder. [/size] |
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