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I sigh. I can feel pain in my twisted ankle. A few months back I had broken it and was forced to hide for an entire month before it healed. Every once in a while I'll step on it wrong and bring back the old pain. Now is one of those times. I must have stepped wrong on the roller coaster. I gulp and study it carefully to be sure that it didn't break again. Or fracture. I glance up at my companion and then check my weapon for my ammo. I pick up a bigger gun that could likely be better than a hand gun.
Genevieve smiles and walks back to the bar to get some water. She returns with the two glasses in hand and sets them before the two customers. "Let me know when you are ready to order." She says with her fake smile still plastered on her face. Hopefully they don't notice it because she has been practicing for years. When someone practices something enough its easy to make it look real or effortless. She turns and takes the order of another table before walking back into the kitchen.

"Eve!" Exclaims the cook with a smile on his face, "Long time no see."

She dawns a genuine smile, "Hey George. Sorry, I've been busy out front. How are the kids?"

"They are doing just fine." He beams, "What do I have to make?" She gives him the order ticket and walks back out into the dining room. The room is beginning to thin out luckily. Lunch is almost over for most of the citizens from town. They begrudgingly make their way to their shops and work places. Although bad news for them it is good news for Eve. She will be able to take her day off.
Do I keep going back and forth between Present tense and past tense? *sigh* I need to work on a few things obviously. Haha. I'm going to write in third person my posts just might not be as long.
Sorry about how short those posts were. I wasn't exactly sure how to reply. Especially without leaving out a character.

You don't mind that I write in first person do you? I notice that you like to write in third.
Andrew
After visiting with my good friend I return to my work at the stables next to the Inn. I begin to muck a few stalls until I hear some horses coming up at the front. I greet them with a hello and a warm smile, but all I get in return is fake courtesy. I am about to tell the man that he has to pay up front otherwise I won't be able to keep the horse in the stables, but he simply walks away. I am unsure of what to do because it is against regulations set forth by my boss.

I end up just putting the horse in a stall. The man seemed important. As long as he pays it shouldn't be a problem.
Genevieve
The customers just keep piling in this afternoon and I'm afraid that I won't be able to sneak away into the woods today. I was really looking forward to practicing again. I couldn't very well do it in town. If someone saw I'd likely get charged for witchcraft. I walk up to the latest customers and smile sweetly at them, "Good afternoon, travelers. Would you like me to get you something to drink?" I notice how they are dressed. Why would a pair of knights be going through town? They seemed to be a part of the guard from the castle. What are they doing all the way out in this small town? I figure asking such questions, even in my head, is a bit odd. So I just keep my smile on my face and hope that I don't make a fool of myself.
I look over at him, my gun still in my hand. I'm still not entirely sure if I should trust this man. I gulp and lean back against the far wall of the safe room next to some boxes. I glance over at a pile of conveniently placed weapons and wonder why they hadn't been completely cleared out yet. I gulp, " I guess so." I don't look over at him.
"Come on!" I yell as I shoot some zombies in the face. A few of my shots miss and the swarm keeps getting closer and closer to the safe room. If I don't shut the door soon I'll die along with him. Should I really risk my life for someone I just met and don't trust?
The safe room comes into sight and I breath a sigh of relief. I run down towards it, jumping over the railings. Once I get there I look behind me for my new companion, but I don't see him yet. I must run fast. I can hear the tank. And he seems very angry. If my 'friend' doesn't get here quickly I'm going to shut the door.
Posted! Didn't really post for Andrew. I felt like it might turn into one long drone of a post if I did so. haha. :)
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