Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2013 20:48:35 GMT -5
It wasn't uncommon for the young soul to be wandering the streets, unaware after all the color of her hair did show off the factor of some of her mentality, not to sound cruel after all it was just the truth. The young woman was very, how you put it spontaneous and carefree, especially after her revival almost twelve years ago. Dean had saved her from an eternity in misery never knowing whether she was coming or going in the other world. Sighing as she pushed a lock of hair away from her eyes Rebekah flipped through the files. She would have to enter some of this information for Dean when she returned from her trip, however it would be a few hours before her return. Unlike many of the souls which the puppeteer collected Rebekah was his longest "living" and the most respectful, thus she was free to wander where she wanted as long as she didn't get herself hurt or killed, something she was more than willing to ablauge.
Slipping her ear buds into her ears the young blonde once more fiddled through the paperwork she was going to have to get in order, however after several minutes she realized she had wandered from her destination and stopped shaking her head at her stupidity, "Damnit..." she muttered to herself as she started looking around trying to catch her ground as well as what was around her. Finally finding a street that appeared to be one that she had seen before Rebekah headed up it, finding the store from there with ease. Wandering inside hearing the clinking of the bell as the door closed she smiled, "now isn't that pleasant..." she said laughing lightly.
Walking quickly up to the front desk she smiled at the cashier, putting on a slight flirtatious charm, "I was in here about two weeks ago and ordered a package I wondered if it had come in yet; name Rebekah Xavierot..." She then waited as the cashier stumbled over his words before quickly retreating to the back to check for her. Looking around the store Bekah couldn't help, but feel at home. It was really nice to be around all this written material, hoping one day she herself may just appear in this store with one of her own novels, if it ever were to be finished that is.
As the man returned handing her the package Rebekah smiled, paid and quickly retreated from the store heading towards her next destination the coffee shop. As she wandered back onto the street adjacent to the one she was on Bekah felt this odd feeling of being followed, yet she wasn't all to sure why, for as she could tell anyone around her was minding their own business, weren't they?
Slipping her ear buds into her ears the young blonde once more fiddled through the paperwork she was going to have to get in order, however after several minutes she realized she had wandered from her destination and stopped shaking her head at her stupidity, "Damnit..." she muttered to herself as she started looking around trying to catch her ground as well as what was around her. Finally finding a street that appeared to be one that she had seen before Rebekah headed up it, finding the store from there with ease. Wandering inside hearing the clinking of the bell as the door closed she smiled, "now isn't that pleasant..." she said laughing lightly.
Walking quickly up to the front desk she smiled at the cashier, putting on a slight flirtatious charm, "I was in here about two weeks ago and ordered a package I wondered if it had come in yet; name Rebekah Xavierot..." She then waited as the cashier stumbled over his words before quickly retreating to the back to check for her. Looking around the store Bekah couldn't help, but feel at home. It was really nice to be around all this written material, hoping one day she herself may just appear in this store with one of her own novels, if it ever were to be finished that is.
As the man returned handing her the package Rebekah smiled, paid and quickly retreated from the store heading towards her next destination the coffee shop. As she wandered back onto the street adjacent to the one she was on Bekah felt this odd feeling of being followed, yet she wasn't all to sure why, for as she could tell anyone around her was minding their own business, weren't they?
