Post by blaineanderson on Sept 9, 2011 10:22:55 GMT -6
It was Friday which meant Blaine Anderson was working as an assistant at the Magical Menagerie. “Hey Teddy,” he greeted their giant jewel-encrusted tortoise, sneaking him a bit more food before moving onto his real job: washing Mrs Penn’s cat, a cat/Kneazle crossbreed, “Well hello Snowflake, are we ready to take our bath today and smell lovely for our Miss Eleanor?” he asked the fluffy white cat who was a regular to the shop with a smile as if she could respond.
Blaine began to sing as he worked. “Sweet pea, apple of my eye, don’t know when and I don’t know why, you’re the only reason I keep on coming home,” he sang as the cat began to get testy, Snowflake wasn’t a fan of water no matter how warm and comfortable it was, “Sweet pea what’s all this about, don’t get your way all you do is fuss and pout. You’re the only reason I keep on coming home.” He began to dance around the bath and continued to sing, his voice soothed the cat a wee bit even though she meowed as if protesting and complaining about being wet.
In a few minutes Snowflake was free from the tubes watery depths and being dried and groomed. Now behind the counter rather than in the back of the store Blaine began to sing another song about love at first sight ‘Brighter than the Sun’, as if singing to the cat, “Stopped me on the corner. Swear you hit me like a vision I, I, I wasn’t expecting, but who am I to tell fate where it’s supposed to go, with it. Don’t you blink you might miss it. See we got a right to love it, or leave it, you find it and keep it cus it ain’t every day you get a chance to say. Oh this is how it starts, lightning strikes the heart, it goes off like a gun, brighter than the sun. Oh, we could be stars, falling from the sky, shining how we want, brighter than the sun,” he sang as he danced around. He began drawing attention from the customers in the store as they smiled at him and watching. Blaine grinned at the regulars and new patrons of the store. Finished with Snowflake, he refastened her jeweled pink collar and she purred loudly as she curled up in her new cushiony bed awaiting her Mrs Penn to come and take her home. Blaine continued to sing and dance squeezing through the small cramped space with ease, as if his feet and body had memorised every inch of this place.
When he finished singing everyone clapped and laughed, some parents huddled around whispering with smiles as their youngsters looked for their first magical pet. “What are you looking for sweetie?” he asked a shy little eleven year old girl with blond pigtails.
“I want a white owl!” the words burst out of her excitedly. They were a bit more expensive and he could see her mother behind her shaking her head ‘No, no, please,’ and looked at him with pleading eyes. Blaine smiled in understanding and said, “Well, darling, what is your name?” he asked, “Ellie,” she replied, “Well Ellie, all the white owls we have today in the shop are mean and old,” he told the child, “You don’t want a crusty old owl do you?” The little girl’s face scrunched up and she shook her head, “No!” she said, and gave a little pout, “But I think I can find you something very special,” he told her, her blue eyes lit up in excitement. Blaine held up a finger, “Be back in a sec,” he told her, disappearing behind rows of this and that and reappeared with a tawny little owl in a large cage, “This is a precious golden owl, she is the only one in the store. Tanya is very friendly and affectionate, but she needs someone to love her.”
The little girl squealed with excitement and began to jump up and down, “I want her, I want her, mummy can I have her?” Her mother nodded and they scampered off with Tanya the tawny owl to the register. Blaine smiled at his job well done as the mother turned back and mouthed a very grateful ‘Thank you.’ Sensing someone else’s presence he turned expecting another eleven year old saying in a chipper tone, “My name is Blaine, how can I help you?” he greeted, pointing to the nametag pinned to his chest surrounded by glitter and gold stars.
((ooc: Anyone, many people? First post for Blaine, it is quite poorly written and long sorry, but I am going to blame it on Blaine and his love of singing, hehe.))
Blaine began to sing as he worked. “Sweet pea, apple of my eye, don’t know when and I don’t know why, you’re the only reason I keep on coming home,” he sang as the cat began to get testy, Snowflake wasn’t a fan of water no matter how warm and comfortable it was, “Sweet pea what’s all this about, don’t get your way all you do is fuss and pout. You’re the only reason I keep on coming home.” He began to dance around the bath and continued to sing, his voice soothed the cat a wee bit even though she meowed as if protesting and complaining about being wet.
In a few minutes Snowflake was free from the tubes watery depths and being dried and groomed. Now behind the counter rather than in the back of the store Blaine began to sing another song about love at first sight ‘Brighter than the Sun’, as if singing to the cat, “Stopped me on the corner. Swear you hit me like a vision I, I, I wasn’t expecting, but who am I to tell fate where it’s supposed to go, with it. Don’t you blink you might miss it. See we got a right to love it, or leave it, you find it and keep it cus it ain’t every day you get a chance to say. Oh this is how it starts, lightning strikes the heart, it goes off like a gun, brighter than the sun. Oh, we could be stars, falling from the sky, shining how we want, brighter than the sun,” he sang as he danced around. He began drawing attention from the customers in the store as they smiled at him and watching. Blaine grinned at the regulars and new patrons of the store. Finished with Snowflake, he refastened her jeweled pink collar and she purred loudly as she curled up in her new cushiony bed awaiting her Mrs Penn to come and take her home. Blaine continued to sing and dance squeezing through the small cramped space with ease, as if his feet and body had memorised every inch of this place.
When he finished singing everyone clapped and laughed, some parents huddled around whispering with smiles as their youngsters looked for their first magical pet. “What are you looking for sweetie?” he asked a shy little eleven year old girl with blond pigtails.
“I want a white owl!” the words burst out of her excitedly. They were a bit more expensive and he could see her mother behind her shaking her head ‘No, no, please,’ and looked at him with pleading eyes. Blaine smiled in understanding and said, “Well, darling, what is your name?” he asked, “Ellie,” she replied, “Well Ellie, all the white owls we have today in the shop are mean and old,” he told the child, “You don’t want a crusty old owl do you?” The little girl’s face scrunched up and she shook her head, “No!” she said, and gave a little pout, “But I think I can find you something very special,” he told her, her blue eyes lit up in excitement. Blaine held up a finger, “Be back in a sec,” he told her, disappearing behind rows of this and that and reappeared with a tawny little owl in a large cage, “This is a precious golden owl, she is the only one in the store. Tanya is very friendly and affectionate, but she needs someone to love her.”
The little girl squealed with excitement and began to jump up and down, “I want her, I want her, mummy can I have her?” Her mother nodded and they scampered off with Tanya the tawny owl to the register. Blaine smiled at his job well done as the mother turned back and mouthed a very grateful ‘Thank you.’ Sensing someone else’s presence he turned expecting another eleven year old saying in a chipper tone, “My name is Blaine, how can I help you?” he greeted, pointing to the nametag pinned to his chest surrounded by glitter and gold stars.
((ooc: Anyone, many people? First post for Blaine, it is quite poorly written and long sorry, but I am going to blame it on Blaine and his love of singing, hehe.))