Sweet honey! The Grizzly bear!
The Art of the Book Festival
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Posts: 126 (02/23/09 13:14:54) Honey Monster |
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Posts: 1852 (02/23/09 14:49:51) Lady Marmalade |
She can only watch while he charms the lady into buying three cakes and two bags of cookies. Triumphantly he hands her the money, his eyes already searching
for the next possible customer.
"But, but...but I have sold things already. Lots in fact. Really! But I will not sell things to friends when I can give them out for free or a very good price. See Colin always fixes my car for very little money." John winces at that. "And Ralph and Ann didn't charge me for putting up a booth here and even if, they're friends. So there. But I did make money. A lot of money. Here see." She carefully opens the money belt that she keeps save around her hips and shows him. "Do you know what this means?" John smiles, when she leans close to his ear, gives him a kiss there and whispers, 
"it means that you will finally get your christmas and Valentine's gift now very soon. And from the rest I can save a bit, get that scratching post for the cats and buy new things that I need for all of this. " She motions to her wares. "I never thought I'd make so much! And now...hey Professor, you aren't looking for a new job by any chance? You could work for me! Now, do you mind staying here for a while longer? I so very badly need to pee and I want to get a drink too. Want something? By the way, if Clarity comes by, do not think about selling her anything. She can pick whatever she wants for free and the same goes for Ann, Uma or anyone else we know." 
"...and leaves me still in love with you. (My hand, my heart)"
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Posts: 2661 (02/25/09 20:30:34) Lady Godiva |
When Justine shows up to help out in the shop, I use the time to go back out and check on things. But I'm drawn right away to the stage area where a young woman fronts a small combo. Her voice is so clear, so strong. Her lyrics are words that get inside me and make me wish I'd understand why someone so young would understand the things of which she sings with such unabashed freedom. 
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Posts: 218 (02/25/09 20:34:41) ...Accept No Imitations.. |
"So, she does things for you? Or do you always stand there with your mouth half open and your eyes closed like that?"
Chili's been watching his newest discovery from across the way, interested to learn which sounds from this singer will strike the most interesting chord with the audience that's gathered. He's also been enjoying catching up with old friends ... like Ann. |
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annsmac |
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Posts: 2662 (02/25/09 20:35:46) Lady Godiva |
"She's one of yours? Wow, she's really good. I didn't realize ... I suppose this is one of your trial runs? You know, I will always let your
people have a mike here, Chili. Hey, how are you, anyway?"
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ChiliPlmr |
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Posts: 219 (02/25/09 20:38:37) ...Accept No Imitations.. |
They grab a table and glasses of wine. Chili tells her of his latest adventures in the music business. Ann listens, content to just exist there in the
sunshine. But even so, the time eventually comes when his newest discovery ends her set. She joins them at the table. People come up to them to congratulate
her and several people want to know where they can buy a CD of her music.
Chili beams in that way of his. He always was a man who enjoyed making other people's dreams come true. |
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fabulo101 |
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Posts: 15 (02/25/09 21:43:07) throbbing member |
He couldn't believe it wasn't better. He'd looked high and low, among children's books and historical literature, through quaint little
self-help and how-to guides and classical books that had always failed to inspire his own literary creativeness. But nowhere, nowhere, could he see his latest
multi-billion best-seller. It was at the top of Borders', Barnes & Nobles', Hastings', Walden's, BookStop's, Amazon's,
Target's, K-Mart's, Wal-Mart's, and GoodWill's lists, filling the shelves right at eyelevel. What woman didn't wait with baited breath
until she had the $1.99 in hand to fork over for his perfect, physical form emblazoned on the cover of a book, to read with short, panting breaths the words he
had penned, imagining how they would realize how much he understood their need for a man to understand their need for a man? Yes, he knew just what it takes
to get them hot and feeling funny...down there...when they imagine his fingers on the keyboard, typing words that must surely come from his understanding soul,
that if he were theirs, he would not leave them alone on a Sunday afternoon, choosing the European soccer match (viva la furia roja!!) over a delicious
afternoon of long, drawn out foreplay involving butter and swaying curtains. Never mind, Spain hadn't won a a title in 44 years, and well, can you blame a
man for wanting to witness that achievment? No woman is worth that. And he was low on beer...
Sighing in disappointment, he searched out the One whose unusual stories of true love, the kind that leaves a person stalking a former lover, writing death threats to them and anyone else who tries to take your place, because if you can't have them, no one will, makes his world all better. He wonders if she got his letters, the plane tickets, the roses, the diamonds, the Rolls, the fuzzy kitten, the marriage proposal in email, the sexy nightie with the whip and scarves, the webcam image of his bare chest and golden locks, the personally-signed collection of his works? But it would seem she's being held captive by some fool who looks like he could use some time in the gym, his pasty stomach barely contained inside a cheap Armani knockoff. Would this other man swim the oceans of the world for her? 
Would he fly her to the skies? 
Would he fight dangerous tigers just to say he's had her? 
A woman like Uma deserves a better muse. She deserves Fabulo. "His shoulders were broad and powerful, his flowing white shirt half open,
giving her a provocative glimpse of a smooth, bronzed, splendidly muscled chest." |
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annsmac |
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Posts: 2663 (03/03/09 20:28:27) Lady Godiva |
"Okay, who's the joker who put this piece of crap book in my store?"
I glare around the store. Someone has a cruel sense of humor hiding this book in here ... 
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DCI Gene Hunt |
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Posts: 59 (03/05/09 16:20:23) The Guv' |
He's not sure this book festival thingy will be his cup of tea, but he told Kathy he'd be here; for once, he's as good as his word.
He isn't expecting the place to be so crowded, though, and he nearly has a heart attack as two small kids run, giggling, past him as he arrives. Luckily, they take no notice at all of the big, scary bloke who just appeared in front of them, but he knows he'll have to be more careful when he leaves - a bloke just disappearing into thin air is bound to attract unwanted attention. He skirts round the edge of a crowd, scanning the sea of bodies for any sign of a familiar face. He's already spotted Uma behind the bar - pity she's still got that smug Chelsea Bastard trailing at her heels. 
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clarity34 |
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Posts: 4328 (03/15/09 10:04:08) Burning Ice |
Clarity waves shyly at that big guy Kathy is giving massages to, while he's walking by the kids' place. But she's quite sure he hasn't
noticed her. Why would he, he barely knows her, and has few chances of recognizing her out of the bar or restaurant. Besides, the man looks preoccupated.
As busy as she still is with the kids, it's funny to see people walk around, like that other odd tall man with his long blond hair. Sort of... romantic kind? She feels she's seen him already somewhere but can't remember where . Anyway, he looked like he was looking desperately for something.... or someone. Interesting. Kathy will be delighted to see Gene here. Now, will Nash be as delighted, that's another question... What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.
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Posts: 340 (03/15/09 19:29:56) Good ole boy |
The festival is going well but it's a lot of work! Still, Ralph enjoys the activity. Sometimes, he wonders if he's tossing his life
away, working at a damned book store with his sister. But then he imagines leaving this place, leaving the one family he's still got. Nah. This is where he
belongs because it's where Ann now belongs. If it hadn't been for her coming out to visit while he was stationed at the nearby Army fort, she'd
have never found the store -- never have started working for the old man who owned it -- never have convinced Uma to move out here -- imagine how much would be
different, he thinks.
In the depths of winter, I finally learned that there was in me
an invincible summer. ~~~Albert Camus |
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Posts: 401 (03/15/09 19:45:13) Cobber |
There are a lot of girls out here at the festival. Colin was thinking maybe it'd just be the brainy types, the ones with their noses buried so far up a book they couldn't have any fun at all. But there's been lots of good ones out here, surprisingly. Colin moves among the crowd, sticking to the fringes, finding places to lounge back and watch the show. And then he watches as a woman wearing a black strapped top, no bra and jean shorts wanders among the booths. Something about her draws his attention. Almost as soon as he stares at her, she glances his way and simply returns his look. Colin makes no attempt to smile at her. He lets his curiosity play and waits to see if there's an opening for him. She finally approaches the booth with the local produce that's from somce micro-farm or some such thing he's never heard of. These people here in California have odd ways of looking at food. Why can't they just grow it? No, no, they have to put some spin on it so it's got no fertilizer or it uses no machinery to plant or it's got some shaman shouting chants over it while it grows. Colin frowns. The woman browses the fruit and finally settles on a large bunch of grapes. She looks back at Colin, her face neutral. And when she knows she has his
attention, she samples the grapes ...
Fate brought us together- why would you want to change that?
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annsmac |
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Posts: 2667 (03/15/09 20:03:36) Lady Godiva |
I'm standing near the front counter and find myself absorbed in the current reader at the Poetry Slam. He's just so ... um ... into what he's reading. I am still not sure I even understand his poetry but anyone who can give it that much effort is a force to be reckoned with, I suppose. I catch Richard LeBrok's eye. He always has that smokey, bedroom thing going for him. He nods to me. I nod to him. So much for communications, I guess. Arthur has things very much under control in here at the check out counter. I decide this is a good time to go wandering among the booths and really look for some art I can buy. I'm such a sucker for local art. The first place I stop is the glassblower who's giving live demonstrations. For a long time, I stand watching him work. 
When he's finished with the piece, I decide to stop by his booth, where there's a wide variety of blown glass shown. 
Every piece is beautiful. I wish I could buy lots but I'm going to settle for one special piece. I keep looking, knowing I'll find it ... then I see a blue bowl that's flat and round and so sensual to the touch. I pick it up, look at the price, mentally calculate how many Starbucks I'll need to skip in order to afford this. I'm just about to put it down so I can get my credit card out of my wallet when something catches my eye -- a small thing, dark colors, sitting on the very bottom shelf right under where the blue bowl was placed.
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I kneel down for a better look because I can't really believe my eyes.
But it's just what I thought it was. It's another bear. I can't believe it. These damned bears -- they just show up at the Library months after the men they resemble first arrive. This one has the gall to look like Ben Wade, my late lover. I feel something clutch at my heart. What's he doing out here? I pick him up, look him over. There's never a rhyme or reason for the bears. Not every man has one. I'll never figure out the connection, I know. So I carry the blue bowl and the bear to the glass artist to pay for them. He says the bear isn't his so he charges me only for the bowl. Maybe the bear was dropped by a kid who's looking for it, the guy says. I promise to take him back to the Library and ask around. I say I'll put it on display at the front counter so the rightful owner can claim him. But when I get back to the Library, I do no such thing. Now that he's here, I know this bear is meant for me. So I take him back in my office and tuck him on a shelf right by my desk. To heck with whatever kid may have dropped him. They didn't deserve him! I stare at the bear and try to figure out what his name is. It comes to me eventually, as if Ben's spoken it: the bear's name is Kid Wade.
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ProfNash |
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Posts: 519 (03/17/09 03:22:10) The Beautiful Mind |
John Nash strides into the Library, Little John tucked securely and roughly under his arm. John takes a seat at one of the tables in the coffee shop area and
sets Little John down on the table. The poor bear can't see anything because he's been placed face down.
Drumming his fingers on the table,Nash looks around, trying to find the person or people who are trying to NOT look at him. Those are the likely candidates for this stupid game. But people truly seem unaware of his arrival in the hustle and bustle, or if they do know him, they greet him as a friend. He puts a hand over his mouth, as if he's covering a yawn. "Okay, bear, where are your friends?" he demands. Little John points off in the direction of the books. Nash gives a curt nod and then picks up the bear, walks into the larger area of the store where shelves hold all the books he's always loved to browse in this store. But with the renovations, the store is different and John finds himself slightly disoriented. |
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BuckTheWonderDog |
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Posts: 72 (03/17/09 03:27:09) The Wild Rover |
Buck has been kept on a short leash ever since Ann discovered he's wandered outside. Of course, the only reason he'd wandered out there was because of
Little John but Buck doesn't hold it against his little friend.
Ever since John Nash walked into the shop with LJ, Buck has silently observed him. This can't be good -- not the tension in his body nor the odd look in his eyes but especially the way he's gripping LJ in his big hand as he now walks around the store, trying to get his bearings. Suddenly, Buck blocks Nash's way. They look at each other, taking each other's measure. Buck gives a little whimper and walks up close enough to nudge Nash's hand that hold LJ. Nash looks at the bear and then looks at Buck. He shakes his head. Then says to Buck, "Is this your friend?" Buck gives a short "woof" and wags his tail. Nash tilts his head and examines the dog. He looks down at LJ who gazes back up at him. -- Corey Ford |
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ProfNash |
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Posts: 520 (03/17/09 03:29:47) The Beautiful Mind |
"Now I'm talking to a damned dog," Nash mutters. "But at least he doesn't talk back to me. Plus, I know he's real."
The bear just looks at him. Nash shakes him just a bit. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" he asks. Then he sighs and scrunches down so he's eye-level with Buck. The dog gives his hand a lick and gazes steadily into his eyes. "Okay, dog. I get it. You want the bear. But I bet you also want these, don't you?" Nash holds up the bag of treats he's taken from Kathy's booth. |
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BuckTheWonderDog |
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Posts: 73 (03/17/09 03:33:50) The Wild Rover |
"For god's sake, of COURSE I want the treats. Are you absolutely kidding me here?" Buck growls lightly. His tail is wagging so hard it's
moving his entire body. "Treats. Yes. Good. Treats ..."
Nash hands over LJ and Buck takes him gently in his mouth and turns to put him on the bottom shelf. Buck looks back eagerly at Nash, who then hands over the bag of treats. Buck grabs the top of the back, turns around and scoots into the back room. He knows better than to let his mistress see him with food like this! She'd never let him eat all this. And with Buck in the back room, Nash gets up and walks back to the coffee area, taking a seat and settling in to figure out this troubling development. Neither Buck nor Nash have notice LJ scoot off the shelf and head for John Biebe. -- Corey Ford |
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Posts: 185 (03/17/09 09:31:57) ...La belle dame sans merci... |
<The streets are buzzing with activities when they reach the Festival. Singers, jazz bands, painters, glass blowers, food, wine, it
seems the event is a full success. Maximus' hand in hers they take a little time to wander from booth to booth. The crowd is joyful and surrounds them
closely. They meet Kathy and Sophie buys her natural soaps she loves so much together with some cookies. After several minutes, Maximus lets go of the hand to
take her by the shoulder. With a deliberate movement, she passes her arm around his waist and nuzzles against him cozily. When they arrive in front of the
Library, Sophie suggests he goes inside while she has some errands to do.>
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Orange Tabby Cat 2 |
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Posts: 1867 (03/17/09 13:44:29) Lady Marmalade |
Kathy leaves the Phoenix where the line in front of the restrooms wasn't half as long as in the Library, but she still had to wait for long minutes. She
has briefly seen Clarity in the Library, reading to kids. That was a tough job, but fun too!
On the way back to her booth she sneaks a few looks at what others are selling. She has already made more than she expected so maybe she could get John a little something. Then she see that her booth is deserted, John is nowhere to be seen. "JOHN? JOHN!!!???" "He said he had to leave for a little while and asked me to keep an eye on your stuff!" Kathy turns to the woman who sells pottery in the booth next to hers. "Oh, thanks. Did he say where he'd go and when he'll be back?" "No, he just muttered something to himself and then grabbed some of your cakes and stuff and left. You're back now for good?" "Yes and thanks for watching." "I hope he didn't leave the money here." But a quick search tells her he must have taken it. Sophie and Maximus come by and she sells some soaps to her. Her eyes scan the crowd and catch sight of a familiar face, "Hey Gene!!! HEY! Over here!" "There ya are Red, been looking fer ya." "So you made it! That's great! Here come around, sit down." She offers him the second chair she's brought along. "Didn't expect 'at many people 'here. Business going okay?" "It's going great! I've already made much more than I expected. Want a beer? I just brought two bottles for John and I but he seems to have something to do." "Do I want a beer? Is bloody Big Ben in London? 'f course I want a beer. Thought you don't like it?" So he wouldn't meet the boyfriend ? He was too curious about this guy. She's only told him a little but he did watch the movie and the guy seemed like a complete lunatic to him. But he'd keep that thought to himself for now. Gene takes the bottle she offers him and watches in astonishment what she's doing with hers. 
"Oh I do drink one now and then, today is such fun so ...cheers! And Gene...don't look so grumpy, you're scaring my customers away." 
"Cheers Red." "That's better! You look so cute when you smile!" Gene chokes on the beer, "cute? Can't remember anyone ev'r calling me cute." "But you are when you smile, see the ladies are already charmed by your cuteness," Kathy grins and turns to another customer. Damn it, but the man *did* have the nicest eyes!
"...and leaves me still in love with you. (My hand, my heart)"
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Posts: 521 (03/19/09 19:54:04) The Beautiful Mind |
John Nash wanders back to Kathy's booth. His mind is very much on the perplexing issue of the talking bear. He has not yet figured out how someone has
played this trick on him. Nor has he narrowed down the likely culprits.
He rounds a corner and ... "What the?" he mutters. He stops and watches Kathy flirting with this monster of a man. John's mouth about drops open when he sees her open a beer for the bastard! What is she doing? She's never done that for him before! Nash edges closer and hears her tell the ugly mutt that he's "cute." Cute? Cute. Cute! He remembers with vivid clarity the way Kathy has murmured to him how she thinks he's cute. But then the big lug turns his face and sees John Nash standing partially hidden by the side of the next booth. The guy gives Nash a look. And in that split second, John knows he's not going to let this guy get the better of him -- no way is he going to goad John Nash into doing anything rash that will show Nash is bothered by this big lout. Instead, John walks slowly to Kathy's booth and enters. He says, "I had to make a delivery to Ann. Oh. Here's your cash box. I think perhaps you should go get some lemonade, Miss Ginger. You look very flushed. I'm sure you've been working much too hard. I'll watch the booth until you return. Is this guy bothering you?" |
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