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All My Love Is Books
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"Bye!" Slam! An audible sigh can be heard as the soft footsteps of a girl comes forth from the shadows of the obscured building. With her she carried a small brown leather bag. She set it down on the ground and looked up and down the street before pulling her long, dark brown (almost black) hair into a ponytail. She fixed it with a rubber-band that she had found on her way out. Glancing back at the building that she had just left, the girl let out another audible sigh. After 10 years, the 21 year old would finally be going back to hopefully her Fathers' bar The Lamp. In reality it wasn't actually a bar, but that was the cover story and because of the service, food and drinks it had made itself quite a name.
Which is why the feds never looked at what went on behind the closed doors. Illegal gambling, theft and even the occasional assassin. At the head of it all... her father. His father had run The Lamp and soon it would be time for her father to pass it off to someone. Unfortunately he'd had an only daughter and she was currently standing on the sidewalk with nothing to her name. It was a race to find out who was going to be the next Mob Boss. The race was between both of his right hand men; her friend from her kid days and a mean old man who she did not like.
Shifting her weight, Aleksandra Fahti, also know as Alek to her friends and family looked around again. The above friend was supposed to be coming to pick her up. Ten years ago he and her father had dropped her off in this very spot and said goodbye to her. She had not seen them since then and my how she had grown. The reason for leaving? No she was not a bad kid and needed military school. She came from a long line of rare magicians. She could preform almost anything under the sun at a simple rate, but as a kid she'd had no control over her powers and they would flare up randomly. Now here she stood, everything under control and had specialized in fire. Her teacher had said it was because of her fiery personality.
Pulling at the sheer baby blue top that covered up a darker blue tanktop and some dark blue skinny jeans, she let out another sigh. Now she was impatient. Although there could have been a good reason for not showing up. She did not even have a cell phone to call. She had been isolated for her time here at this god forsaken piece of no good nothing. Alek really just wanted to go back and see her father. She had hoped that he would be the one to come and pick her up, but being head of the clan he just couldn't make it. At least she would get to see her former best friend. Maybe he still was or maybe he had turned into some dope. Alek giggled at the thought as she picked up her bags and began walking.
Quickly she realized that she was lost as she had not been on this side of the city in a long time. Most of her time training had been spent out in the middle of nowhere with occasional months spent here inside of the city so that she could be with other students who trained elsewhere. "Well... this sucks." she muttered, looking around. Everything had changed! Now what was she going to do? If only her magic allowed her to teleport. Not even she had gotten that one down. Most of the time it had been a limb or two and it was not fun to try and put yourself back together especially without an expert doing it.
So she would continue on and hope that she was going the right way or that she would just happen to stumble upon The Lamp.
((Oh gawd. This sucked. Sorry. :( But I wanted to get it out tonight.))
Which is why the feds never looked at what went on behind the closed doors. Illegal gambling, theft and even the occasional assassin. At the head of it all... her father. His father had run The Lamp and soon it would be time for her father to pass it off to someone. Unfortunately he'd had an only daughter and she was currently standing on the sidewalk with nothing to her name. It was a race to find out who was going to be the next Mob Boss. The race was between both of his right hand men; her friend from her kid days and a mean old man who she did not like.
Shifting her weight, Aleksandra Fahti, also know as Alek to her friends and family looked around again. The above friend was supposed to be coming to pick her up. Ten years ago he and her father had dropped her off in this very spot and said goodbye to her. She had not seen them since then and my how she had grown. The reason for leaving? No she was not a bad kid and needed military school. She came from a long line of rare magicians. She could preform almost anything under the sun at a simple rate, but as a kid she'd had no control over her powers and they would flare up randomly. Now here she stood, everything under control and had specialized in fire. Her teacher had said it was because of her fiery personality.
Pulling at the sheer baby blue top that covered up a darker blue tanktop and some dark blue skinny jeans, she let out another sigh. Now she was impatient. Although there could have been a good reason for not showing up. She did not even have a cell phone to call. She had been isolated for her time here at this god forsaken piece of no good nothing. Alek really just wanted to go back and see her father. She had hoped that he would be the one to come and pick her up, but being head of the clan he just couldn't make it. At least she would get to see her former best friend. Maybe he still was or maybe he had turned into some dope. Alek giggled at the thought as she picked up her bags and began walking.
Quickly she realized that she was lost as she had not been on this side of the city in a long time. Most of her time training had been spent out in the middle of nowhere with occasional months spent here inside of the city so that she could be with other students who trained elsewhere. "Well... this sucks." she muttered, looking around. Everything had changed! Now what was she going to do? If only her magic allowed her to teleport. Not even she had gotten that one down. Most of the time it had been a limb or two and it was not fun to try and put yourself back together especially without an expert doing it.
So she would continue on and hope that she was going the right way or that she would just happen to stumble upon The Lamp.
((Oh gawd. This sucked. Sorry. :( But I wanted to get it out tonight.))