Hidden in the Flowers

Discussion in 'ROLEPLAY GRAVEYARD' started by MeganFieldsman, Dec 2, 2014.

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  1. Seth was having a rough couple of months. His little floral shop that was in best spot in town. A new shipment of flowers were coming in today and he almost felt like this might be the last flowers coming in. He adjusted his scarf and unlocked the door of his small shop flipping the sign over to "open". A sighed escaped his lips as he turned on the power. He glanced at the clock. "New friends are coming in 10 minutes," he said quietly in his scarf. He was talking to the plants. Happily, he hummed and went behind the counter waiting for the truck. Lucky for him, the truck arrived early. Quickly, he went outside to the truck. "Sir, where do you want them? And w-," the man started questioning him and trying to hand him something to sign. "I'll unload them," he said shortly and sternly then took the pen and signed off.
     
  2. It was dark and cold, something she had started to hate in the hours she'd spent trapped in here. Crouching under the petals of an orchid, Art peered out into the lightening gloom of the supply truck with a curious but irritated gaze. Her wings were broken, one crushed and it was going to take months to heal it properly, even with her kind's accelerated healing factor. So she couldn't fly. She couldn't run away from wherever she was going but at least she had plants around her, their gentle energy humming around her and calming her a little. Soon, the human machine grumbled to a stop and light flooded the compartment, as she ducked behind a larger leaf and hid from the sight of these humans. It was a floristry, a sweet smelling place and she could see the apparent owner signing off on something and beginning to unpack the truck.
     
  3. Seth started unloading the truck and the truck driver went to help even though Seth had already daid he would get them. "Stop. I got it," he commanded the driver trying to not sound to mean. The truck driver raised his hands and back away. "Alright, you got it, Sir," he said. He grabbed two of the orchids and took them inside. Carefully, he placed them around the counter. They were in season and the best to sell right now. Slowly, he unloaded all 13 of the orchids and then started unloading the 7 naked ladies. He put the naked ladies on a shelf where they could get the amount of sunlight they like.
     
  4. She hid even further under the coverage of the leaves as she felt her plant being lifted up onto a table, on which sat a till and she could see the beautiful inside of the floristry from a good vantage point- including the door. She was pleased to notice the hydrangeas and buttercups nearer to the windows, plants she had grown up around and always loved. She'd get over there at some point, made make a hammock or some such from the grute grass she could see in the far corner of the shop. She watched with keen eyes as the shop owner began lining up the naked ladies were moved onto a sunlight rich shelf and she grinned at the obviously knowledgeable florist, thanking him begrudgingly for doing the plants a favour. Most of the flowers had hated the darkness, confused and irritated by the lack of light and the cold temperature of the truck.
     
  5. He brought in the last of the flowers and told the man he got them all. He made a final count before telling the man he could leave. Then the man left in his truck as Seth went back inside. Something felt odd about this delivery. He looked at the flowers and besides being on a rather rough ride they seemed fine. He sat behind the counter looking at the orchids and smiled. "Welcome, New Friends. Stay as long as you like here, but I do plan you giving you good permanent homes with other people," he said as he got up and then did a slide across the floor. He carefully picked up an orchid and placed it further back from the rest. "Except, this one. You're mine," he said happily. He then went to the back to get some water for the probably thirsty new members.
     
  6. The man was talking to the flowers? Art stifled a grin and glanced around her with a light look of curiousity as the man began to place the orchid she was currently ensconced in further back, as if he meant to keep this one in particular. Great, just great. She watched as he left the main room, casually climbing up further into the flowering plant to get a good look around, though she duck down as quickly as she could when the man returned with water. She grimaced in distaste and grabbed a soft leaf that had fallen from the main plant, using it as a crude umbrella.
     
  7. He watered all the plants and then went to the back behind his desk. He had a few bouquets that had been ordered that he needed to make. He grabbed what he needed and started to put the bouquets together. Humming a tune to the flowers, he put them together with complimenting flowers. He was completely unaware of the fairy listening to him.
     
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