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Post by SALAMANDA VANESSA HAWKINGS on May 8, 2015 19:33:16 GMT
Salamanda had a rather interesting business model, something that she was proud of creating. She worked with her twins on establishing herself and in making sure they were the ones that had the power in this town. Her store was a simple apothecary lined with dozens of potions all with pretty labels that her twins worked so painstakingly at making and gluing on the bottles. Love potions, intelligence potions, potions for making you sleep, potions for making you stay awake, potions for your enemies, potions for your friends, potions to make you skinny, potions to make your assets larger. All looked great first. But that was not where she made her money. She had a secret stock of potions that she hid in the backroom. She called them “Chasers”. All she could say was that people were willing to pay far more to get rid of something negative in their lives than add something positive to it.
“Jetta, angel, be careful putting that up,” Salamanda said as she lounged behind the counter, watching as her adoptive daughter was sorting the newest bottles of potions on the very top shelf. She had taken in the twins the moment that she found herself in Wonderland. They had bonded together. She was grateful that she had this, this support system. She knew that there were several people who were alone and had no one. She had her twins and the twins had her. And they did whatever she wanted them to do. And that was the icing on the cake. The potions Jetta were currently sorting were love potions. Salamanda knew that the more people that were nauseatingly involved with one another meant more people pining over each other. Unrequited love, love triangles. She could smell the conflict on the horizon. And it smelled delicious. Salamanda sipped her glass of water, flavored with a lime slice that was floating amongst the ice.
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Post by JETTA PELLEGRINO MORAY on May 12, 2015 15:32:45 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] MOTHER KNOWS BEST [attr="class","next"]Helping mother was her favorite. Chasing after poor pathetic little souls in the village — preying on their insecurities and then bringing them to momma where they would get fixed. It was a beautiful little thing. After all, everyone wanted to come with the pretty brunette who promised them the life that they deserved, didn’t they? But Jetta knew why Salamanda told her to be careful — with one eye that was practically out of commission, she was dangerous with bottles. But she focused, turning her head down and to the left so her good eye was dominating her view. The right eye — ringed with a hint of gold — never let her down.
Humming to herself, she placed one after another onto the shelf, counting them as she went along. Twenty three, twenty four, twenty five —Twenty five clinked against the shelf and came tumbling back down, but her reflexes were quick. Jetta caught it and held it in her hands. "Careful." She reminded herself. Where had her twin gotten off to? Things were so much easier when she had her left eye...
Love potions were the funniest of all. Jetta knew all about them. Things never quite went as planned when love potions were involved and people were so desperate. “What’s your favorite kind of potion, momma?” Jetta asked, turning the potion over in her hands before she looked up at the woman who had taken her in. She wondered if the love was really so good that people were willing to proverbially sell their soul to get it. She was reading the description on the bottle before she refocused and returned it to the shelf where it belonged.
The brunette paused in her unpacking and wiped her sleeve against her forehead before standing in front of the counter. “Love potions?” She smirked, “Momma, have you ever been in love?” It was all a part of her curiosity — a part of her want to get to know Salamanda. The woman was her mother, and she wanted to know everything about her. Even as much as she knew about her own twin.
NOTES MOM
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Post by SALAMANDA VANESSA HAWKINGS on May 23, 2015 1:24:22 GMT
The twins were so interesting to her. Their eyes were remarkable specimens. They worked in unison, never truly whole unless they had the other on their side. Sometimes it was hard to see where one ended and the other began. Salamanda watched as her daughter steadied the potions, catching one when it almost fell to the floor. She had risen out of her seat briefly before realizing the potion was safe and sound. “You’ll see which one is my favorite, sweet girl.” Hopefully it would be sooner rather than later. After all, she would hate to invest all this time and energy into something just to find out that it was a waste of time and no one was interested. But they had to be. People always wanted things. They were never satisfied.
She let out a mirthless laugh at her daughter’s naïve question. Love? “Never, dear. I think that if I had been, I would know in my heart. Or if I had even a lover, why isn’t he here?” She said, noting how her daughter appeared to have been working very hard in unpacking the items. She deserved a bit of a treat. “Would you like something to drink, sweetheart?” She indicated her own glass of water, “I could pour you some.” She offered, standing up from her chair as she went to refill her own glass with the pitcher of water.
Something in her told her that finding love was not a top priority. Something told her that she was not interested in finding “the right one for her”. Her happily ever after did not consist of a man out of all things. They were too easy to replace. Other things were far more important, things that would live to serve you until the end of time. That included improvement upon yourself and your own satisfaction.
JETTA PELLEGRINO MORAY Notes: Child!
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Post by JETTA PELLEGRINO MORAY on May 26, 2015 4:49:00 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] MOTHER KNOWS BEST [attr="class","next"] There was some sort of satisfaction in knowing that her mother did not fancy love as much as the others in Wonderland seemed to. Mother was different. Mother was special. “I haven’t got one either. That’s why we’ve got each other. You and me and Flotsam.” She said, pressing her fingertip into her chest and then touching the air delicately. She missed her twin. She missed him like the moon missed the stars during the day time. He was her everything. Her left eye — the missing part of her soul. Shelving the bottles was becoming increasingly more difficult and Jetta reached up to wipe at her right eye. It was only then that she realized her mother was offering her a drink — a treat for working so hard without her sight.
“No…” Jetta raised her hand to object to her mother’s doting on her, but the woman was already pouring her a glass. It was strange having her mother cater to her like that. It was usually her job and she felt as if she had failed the moment momma had to stand in order to pour her own drink. She would do better next time. She would always do better. When the woman had finished pouring and retaken her seat, Jetta clutched her glass and joined her over in the front of the top.
“When?” Jetta asked, smiling delightfully. She loved when mother shared her secrets. Sitting down in front of her mother’s chair, she held the glass of water as if it were a gift from the gods. Her dark eyes looked up at the woman who had given her everything. “When will I find out your favorite, I mean. We’re anxious to know. We want to help.” She could feel Flotsam’s own excitement through her very veins. Sometimes she felt as if they were connected by something much more than just their birthright.
NOTES we want to do this. we want to do that. jetta and flo. we need a flo.
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