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[Lara Amelia Ranaldi]

* - - - - - She lives in a fairy tale,
somewhere too far for us to find,

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it was a warm fall day. the sun was beaming in the sky enough to warm you, before the fall breeze came bustling through the air. lara was doing a favor for an elderly woman that she usually went shopping for. she lived in one the extravagant beach houses of palace rhodes. while she was away visiting her family, she gave lara the task of taking care of her jack russell terrier elizabeth. elizabeth had just given birth to a whole lot of puppies and could not travel with the old woman, so she called up lara and asked her to stay at her house until she came back from her trip. lara did not even think to deny the offer. this beach side mansion felt more like home then where she was living in town. lara could not wait until she saved up enough money to get herself a grand place like the one she had in new york. she refused any help from any of her family because she knew that they would ask her to come home or even try to figure out her address and come to walten city themselves. it was a peculiar feeling to be on her own for once. as lara finished checking up on the puppies and even playing with some of them, she decided she would take a stroll down the pier. it was not far from the house and it was so nice outside that she thought a little exploring on her own would be good. maybe she could even catch a little sun, just enough so that its healthy. lara personally could not understand why some people tanned on a regular. it was all together entirely awful for your skin. turning around to the cushioned victorian seats, she picked up her peacoat and draped it on her arm.

i should start watching the news like everyone else does. its just so boring most of the time and they just keep going on about pointless things like criminals and taxes. lara thought to herself with a roll of her eyes as she locked up the house and began her walk. sliding down her glasses onto her eyes, she tilted her head back in the sun and breathed in the ocean air. she then began walking up the stairs to the pier where she could look out toward the sea. from a distance she could see that there was a shop all by itself standing. without thinking, she let her feet take her. the wedges of her shoes thumped against the sandy wooden planks of the pier. she watched as some people passed her by. one couple strolling with their children and another group jogging along. it seemed that it was not very busy that day. it was around the time that everyone was at work, all caught up in something and wishing they were enjoying the day outside. for a few minutes her eyes gazed everywhere and before she knew it, lara was standing by the very same store she saw so far away.

she thought the distance did it justice, for it looked much more shabby and worn up close. lara's eyes scanned the words and when she saw they read pawn shop, she gave the shop a skeptical look. lara had never been in a pawn shop before and she imagined that it would not be a very inviting place to be. how could a place filled with possibly worn out dirty junk be any thing exciting to someone. when she thought of pawn shop she often thought of druggies wanting to get a fix so bad that they steal and sell things at a pawn shop. she was very curious about it though. lara thought about how some people like to go looking in the sand for lost belongings. everything from wedding rings to vintage necklaces. her mind of course was on jewelry and some dress that might have been sold here that are some shop-a-holics way of getting rid of all the things she feels she no longer needs. the thought was buzzing around her head and she could not swat it away. so, with one small step she opened the creaky door and walked in. it looked like a lost and found store, they had everything one could ever possibly imagine. lara could not help to feel that she would be needing some anti-bacterial after she left this place. after looking in her purse, she saw that she had a small bottle of it. her body took her straight toward the vintage sun glasses, where she spent a bit of time trying things out in the mirror. there wasn't really anyone there and she tried to think about the type of person that would actually come to shop at a pawn shop. she knew she was no where near the type, her being brightest thing in the shop. ”wonder how long this has all been here for” said lara softly to herself.

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[Grant Alexis Hood]

- - - SET ME FREE LEAVE ME BE - - -
I DON'T WANNA FALL ANOTHER MOMENT INTO YOUR GRAVITY
• YOU LOVED ME CAUSE I'M FRAGILE WHEN I THOUGHT THAT I WAS STRONG •

Grant was feeling pretty good about life and love and everything at the moment. His practice was doing well, and they were expected to win this next case that he had been working on for at least a year, which was going to be simply amazing. He was really working forward to that victory, for more reasons then one. It would mean more money, but he wasn't as concerened about that as the fact that he would be able to take some time off, and he really did want some time off. He had a girl in his life now and he needed to show her some affection and maybe take her out on a date that didn't really require masks and costumes, maybe even get her a present. Now that was a brilliant idea. She deserved a present and it was high time that he got her one. Nothing over the top, because Katya wasn't that type of girl, something delicate and neat and something iteresting, because afterall those were some of the traits that Grant would describe his girlfriend as. And again he found his thoughts traveling back to her. She seemed to have a permanet space in his head, just floating around in all her russianess to distracte him and make him smile.

Shaking his head, he set his pen down on the desk and made his way out of his office. Now that the thought about a present for Katya was about, he couldn't get it out of his head. He let Sara his secretary know that he would be out for the better part of the afternoon and that if she needed him then she could always call his cell phone which was, as usual, attached to his belt. Leaving his jacket hanging on the backside of his office chair, he rolled up his sleeves and put on his sunglasses as she stepped out and got into his car. He had no major ideas where to start looking for a piece of jewelry, but he knew that he should at least start at maybe one of the high end boutiques that were so famous around Walten, but as he searched through one, nothing struck him like katya had did the first time he met her.

That's when he decided to make his way down to the beach, there was a little pawn shop, that unlike its stereotypical counterparts wasn't at all horrible, and reminded him much more of an antique shop then a pawn shop. As he parked his car and headed into the small shop, he instantly got a grin on his face. As much as people thought that Grant was the type of guy that walked around with money pouring out of his pockets, he wasn't, or rather he didn't act that way. He was that guy that had a savings and had money in the bank, but he bought most of his furniture from antique stores or garage sales. He liked that lived in look and that was sort of how his house was, although he had noticed a few changed in the time that Katya had been living with him, good changes, changes that were needed, but still, girly ones. As he made his way down one area, he spotted, as it was hard to miss, Lara Ranaldi. She was dressed in a bright pink outfit that he was sure could be seen from mars. Walking up to her, he gave her a little tap on the shoulder and gave her a wide smile. "I would say...quite a while." He had caught her little statement, and was at first semi amazed to see her in a shop that didn't have dressing rooms or rackes of bright, expensive, and new clothing. "How are ya doing, love?"

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