Sarah Myrtle (Aug 24, 2011 11:26:56 PM)
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Abraham Bradley (Aug 24, 2011 11:27:05 PM)
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Abraham Bradley (Aug 24, 2011 11:30:13 PM)
*The rumble of the harley rumbled up the road, pulling to a stop in front of the address texted to him. The big man had polished his riding leather a bit it appeared, he pulled his helmet off and kicked the stand down as he looked about the area a moment*

Sarah Myrtle (Aug 24, 2011 11:33:20 PM)
*When he arrived in the irish district most of the homes where small train car style homes, but sarahs home was up on a hill at the end of the road.. It was a old victorian looking style home.. There was a beautiful porch swing on the porch and the porch light was currently on. There was a fence around the property but it was a small white picket fence like out of a tom sauyer and huck finn story. There area was most certainly not the best but it seemed like sarahs home stood apart from the others, there was rose bushes along the front of her porch and the grass was nicely cut with two hanging wind chimes on

Sarah Myrtle (Aug 24, 2011 11:34:46 PM)
the porches one on the left had dancing stags in bright silverish colors and the one on the right had little cermaic faireys that clinked together in the night air..*

Abraham Bradley (Aug 24, 2011 11:35:53 PM)
*He, gave a slow thoughtful look around, before stepping off his bike, and making his way through the yard to her door. After a few moments of pause there and looking around he gave a solid knock, whether there was a doorbell or not*

Sarah Myrtle (Aug 24, 2011 11:39:57 PM)
*He could hear some rumbling on the other side of the door, and then could see the curtain move as she peeked out to see who it was and motioned a finger up.. She then would make her way to the door the foot steps silent.. as she pulled it open her slippers on her feet but she did have a pair of jeans on and a earthy green peasent blouse..* I just need to put on my sneakers, I was getting changed.. come on in.. *She motioned him inside, her hair was down but she had a scarf in one of her hands intent to wrap it up..* you have a extra helmet?

Abraham Bradley (Aug 24, 2011 11:41:19 PM)
*He stepped in, shutting the door behind him, he gave a quiet look around to see how she decorated the place* Yes, I have a spare, might not fit perfectly, we'll see.

Sarah Myrtle (Aug 24, 2011 11:41:22 PM)
*her violin was out of the case and resting in its stand, the markings on it to a trained eye where the fianna glyph most violins had a sort of fianna glyphish look to them.. But no this was definately a fianna glyph*

Sarah Myrtle (Aug 24, 2011 11:45:07 PM)
*The house seemed like a real home.. There was a piano off towards one of the windows with family pictures on the top of it.. one would imagine a family gathered around it on a holiday singng songs together. The furniture was well cared for but looked antique in nature though sturdy as if some one had took great pride in making them.. The kitchen was down a hall and looked like stepping into the 50s with the old fashioned styled decorative touch..*

Abraham Bradley (Aug 24, 2011 11:46:02 PM)
*there was defintely an unmistakable, intense air about the man... he walked slowly, actually being a touch more careful after noticing so many antiques* Hmmm, quaint place you got here... heirlooms and such? *a curious tone*

Sarah Myrtle (Aug 24, 2011 11:49:03 PM)
*she moved over to grab her sneakers* it was my grand parents place. After they passed, they had left it to me, my parents had there own home by then.. But my parents sold there home and went to live the dream as retieries in florida, I did not want to leave... I love this place, this home, these memories.. So here I am.. *she said with a smile as she pulled on her first sneaker knelt down on one knee.. She noticed the intensity of his gaze so she concentrated on putting on her sneaker*

Abraham Bradley (Aug 24, 2011 11:54:34 PM)
*a quiet Hmmm.... as he walked over and looked at some of the pictures while waiting on her to finish getting ready, he starts humming a song, though he was definitely not the most talented muscisian in the tribe*

Sarah Myrtle (Aug 24, 2011 11:56:45 PM)
*there was pictures of her parents and her and her grandparents family photos void of any siblings or even cousins for that matter just those relatives but they showed barbaques, and holiday photos.. She finished putting her shoes on before she was standing up.. The pictures of her when she was younger was all freckles and smiles*