Post by ian on Feb 10, 2010 14:57:11 GMT -5
Ian walked into the store with a sigh seeking medicine for his headaches that had developed as empathy was starting to kick in. The young psychic had just come into it a few days ago when picking up on emotions of other people just not thoughts from his emotions. It was common knowledge that the gypsys had talent similar to him and knew that if anything they would be the ones to help him. He started to go down different aisles looking for something as emotions we're coming from other customers around him and just held a hand to his head. The psychic really did curse his blood somedays because this was not a idea of fun constant headaches from new abilities developing. While parents we're of no help because they we're constantly busy with their own things these days and left him to deal it with best he could.
When he caught sight of something labled Blackweed and read it deceiding that it was a good options for headaches. His last thoughts we're getting the medicine when he collapsed and passed out from the overwhelming emotion that was coming upon him.
When he caught sight of something labled Blackweed and read it deceiding that it was a good options for headaches. His last thoughts we're getting the medicine when he collapsed and passed out from the overwhelming emotion that was coming upon him.