fairytalenoir: (but now I'm alive thinking is killing me)
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[ It takes him a few minutes to maneuver the cheap, wobbly card table through the door; he's thin and wobbly looking himself, all awkward-jaunty teenager angles, and maybe a bit sick, besides. Hollow eyes, pasty skin. He'd look right at home in a 19th century tuberculosis ward, though he is not in fact coughing or anything.

Once he's got the table set up, the Boy tapes his cardboard sign to the edge:


At which point he seats himself on a stool behind the table, a slouching and patient figure in a blue hoodie, black peacoat, jeans, and red sneakers. A single deck lies on the table, face down, the patterned backs evincing some sign of wear. ]

Date: 2013-01-25 05:29 am (UTC)
comewither: (⊗ damn cheap beer)
From: [personal profile] comewither
You'd better charge more than two bucks if you wanna see next week.

Date: 2013-01-25 05:53 am (UTC)
comewither: (⊗ yeah im listening)
From: [personal profile] comewither
[if she wasn't so used to dead folks this would concern her, but hey! Creepy was her game.]

Two bucks it is, then. Watcha got?

Date: 2013-01-25 06:04 am (UTC)
comewither: (⊗ darkness sweeps in)
From: [personal profile] comewither
[She raises an eyebrow and does what he asks, sliding her hovering fingers across each one before tapping her choices as if she knows what she's doing.

She doesn't, but it didn't hurt to fake it.]

Date: 2013-01-25 06:48 am (UTC)
comewither: (⊗ just fucking with you)
From: [personal profile] comewither
Sounds fair so far.

Date: 2013-01-25 07:31 am (UTC)
comewither: (⊗ all i need is)
From: [personal profile] comewither
I'll say so.

[She's quite the stoic. But then, is it the norm for people to get upset at tarot readings? She's only really seen them on television, or in the hands of some newbie who didn't know a damn thing about what they were doing. Whatever future fate he reads, she's likely to be half-expecting it already.]

Date: 2013-01-26 08:25 am (UTC)
comewither: (⊗ i was over here)
From: [personal profile] comewither
Not to doubt your skills, but it sounds like just next week to me.

[She pats her pockets]

You take tips? I got, uh... McDonalds ketchup packet. Shit.

Date: 2013-01-28 09:19 am (UTC)
comewither: (⊗ just fucking with you)
From: [personal profile] comewither
Sounds about right with my usual level of preparation, yeah.

Date: 2013-01-25 06:00 am (UTC)
likethedead: (don't believe your shit)
From: [personal profile] likethedead
I got, uh, half pack of Camels? They're filtered, sorry.

Date: 2013-01-25 06:51 am (UTC)
likethedead: (yeah i'm awesome)
From: [personal profile] likethedead
[Henry forks over the cigarettes will clear reluctance; filtered or not, it's just so hard to go to the corner store for more, y'know?

The cards he selects with the sloppy carelessness of a non-believer. Or full-of-himself twentysomething. Likely both.]

Date: 2013-01-25 07:35 am (UTC)
likethedead: (all the stars in the sky)
From: [personal profile] likethedead

[That could describe a lot of things - high school for starters - but he looks interested nonetheless.]

Date: 2013-01-26 12:54 pm (UTC)
likethedead: (yeah i'm awesome)
From: [personal profile] likethedead
Okay, okay, you've got my interest now.

[The idea clearly pleases Henry, but he's not convinced by it yet.]

Date: 2013-01-28 09:25 am (UTC)
likethedead: pded by sen mitsuji (life drifts away like smoke)
From: [personal profile] likethedead
Bummer. I bet I know the assholes too.

[Despite his words, he does not sound disappointed or worried by this news.]

Thanks for the tip, man.

Date: 2013-01-25 02:23 pm (UTC)
axiokersa: (pic#5528908)
From: [personal profile] axiokersa
Isannah lingers by the table, frankly more concerned about the boy than the tarot reading. She isn't willing to foist her medical concern on him so quickly, though, so instead she takes a seat in front of the little table on a stool of her own.

"Two dollars," she says, fishing the bills out of her wallet, "and a gift, if you're good at it."

With a friendly smile on the end. Later she'll write down the small deduction, since she can be obsessive about money, but it's only two dollars.

Date: 2013-01-25 04:12 pm (UTC)
axiokersa: (pic#5527664)
From: [personal profile] axiokersa
"So is tarot, sometimes," she says, though she seems to approve of the venture anyway. It's entrepreneurial. After a moment of appraising the deck, she selects her three cards. She's very deft in how she touches them, as though she doesn't want her fingertips to linger too long.

Date: 2013-01-25 06:01 pm (UTC)
axiokersa: (pic#5527047)
From: [personal profile] axiokersa
Isannah sits with her knees together and her dress smoothed out, ladylike, her hands on either side of the chair's seat. She doesn't fidget with her dangling crescent moon earrings or the old 1950s men's watch she wears, but she listens to the reading with genuine attentiveness.

The Tower won't recur in this reading, she supposes, but that doesn't mean it can't repeat itself. Le Maison Dieu, the House of God, in the French-language deck she saw when she was younger, which was pretty spot-on as a Tower approximation for a houseful of occultists. Not pleasant, no.

She doesn't think she's expected to say anything, so she doesn't, but her little smile is communicative enough. Go on.

Date: 2013-01-26 01:07 am (UTC)
axiokersa: (pic#5528856)
From: [personal profile] axiokersa
Her gaze flickers over the card, and there is a shadow of surprise, there, if only because the words he chooses aren't ones she usually applies to herself. Mostly 'prudence', but it isn't inaccurate, come to think of it.

"And now," Izzy says, tone light, "the grand denouement."

Isn't the future what everyone wants to know? But she sort of knows hers, sketched out roughly with an awful, looming finality to it, and tarot isn't for precise measures. That doesn't mean she isn't curious to see what it'll be.

Date: 2013-02-09 02:58 am (UTC)
axiokersa: (pic#5528908)
From: [personal profile] axiokersa
All very transitional cards, she notes. Which is also not inaccurate. Now she twists the gold bracelet around her wrist, which is very old and distinctly magical, although it has no outward effect; it's more like it's keeping something in.

"My favorite card." It really is, despite having some morbid implications associated. The high priestess is too obvious, strength too simple. "It's also called the Traitor."

That's more musing out loud than anything else; she expects he already knows that.

Date: 2013-01-26 03:33 am (UTC)
blackfellsun: (words should play no part at all)
From: [personal profile] blackfellsun
[ Interest! He's seen this before and it's always so fascinating. ]

May I have a reading? [ He digs in his pockets; his currency doesn't come in dollars, but he gets the idea. ] I have two silver pieces... is that okay?

Date: 2013-01-26 04:05 am (UTC)
blackfellsun: (dreamt and made incarnate)
From: [personal profile] blackfellsun
[ He eagerly turns over the coin for the cards, and is meticulous about choosing three, as if he could get it wrong. Then he hands them back, already bright-eyed with anticipation. ]

Date: 2013-01-26 04:56 am (UTC)
blackfellsun: (in the bleak blown air)
From: [personal profile] blackfellsun
[ Introspection is something he has never been able to manage without struggle, so there is no visible flash of comprehension as something about the reading clicks into place; however, the last sentence does prompt a little flicker across his expression, but whatever it was, he loses it before he can interpret it.

He looks up at the Boy in earnest.]

Do you think I should be writing this down?

Date: 2013-01-26 05:13 am (UTC)
blackfellsun: (a voyage with water and a star)
From: [personal profile] blackfellsun
Oh, I don't think you're a charlatan! [ The very idea is upsetting! ] Not at all! You're very good. I guess I just... well, I mean, of course there were obstacles... And maybe I could have... [ Squirming now, a little. ] Please! Keep going.

Date: 2013-01-26 05:26 am (UTC)
blackfellsun: (the way you did once upon a dream)
From: [personal profile] blackfellsun
[ This time, he smiles without hesitation, and it settles him from the moment of uncertainty. ]

I understand that one! It's very true, and it fits just right. I mean, I think so.

Date: 2013-01-26 03:14 pm (UTC)
blackfellsun: (less hideously serene)
From: [personal profile] blackfellsun
[ The smile fades, and he watches the card carefully as the explanation is offered, and shifts to slide his hands under his legs, as if to control himself from fidgeting. He looks up at the Boy again, eventually, perhaps for some further clarification. ]

That's sort of sad, isn't it?

Date: 2013-01-26 03:32 pm (UTC)
blackfellsun: (recalling from the waking vision)
From: [personal profile] blackfellsun
I understand. It's a good reading, and I'll remember that advice. So, thank you! You're very talented.

Date: 2013-02-03 09:07 am (UTC)
shadowscall: (pic#)
From: [personal profile] shadowscall
[Kai's never been much into tarot, but hey, he'll try new things. Usually. He gives the younger boy a once-over before reaching into the short arm guard on his left forearm - objects of holding were really useful - and withdrawing a small, round glass bottle containing a bright green liquid.]

I'll give you a potion in exchange for...whatever you think you can see.

[Because hey, he looks like he needs it, but Kai'll be polite and not actually say that.]