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 Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 7:52 am
 Where: A busy part of New Hemisect When: A short time after midnight Why: Abrila is unfortunate enough to run into a certain highblood in a rude way.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 8:19 am
Desperate times called for desperate measures.
Abrila didn't approve of eating right out of the trash. Who knew what kind of nasty vermin multiplied in the swill? Only her lusus saw dumpsters as an acceptable food source. But, Abrila was hungry. So hungry that her stomach was starting to growl audibly, making passer-bys glance around to find the noise. It was starting to get awkward. And she had forgotten her meager supply of beetles at the hive, so she couldn't even purchase anything.
Her hive wasn't far away, but it would be so exhausting to go all the way back just for the beetles. So dumpster diving was the logical choice to the lazy troll.
She stood in front of the dark green refuse container, taking in the scent of the Troll McD's it belonged to. Since the dumpster rested beside the building in plain sight of the street, Abrila planned to be quick. As soon as the coast was clear(ish), the orangeblood wrestled with the heavy lid and jumped in, landing waste-deep in gogknowswhat, and started rummaging for a semi-edible grubburger.
Well, as semi-edible as food from Troll McD's could be.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 1:24 pm
Oddly enough, this was Frossa's second trip to New Hemisect city within a week. It wasn't like her to travel often, her home in Four Fronds was pretty darn comfortable and almost everything the purpleblood could ever possibly want was right there, trollmeat included! Regardless, she still found herself winding the alleyways of NH, bouncing with each step in excitement and anticipation. She had a hankering, a craving if you will, for a certain greasy grubburger not available in her highblood oriented hometown. Frossa was well aware of their infamy and perhaps it was below her caste to shove such food down her protein chute, but she didn't particularly care. Troll McD's was awesome, regardless of it's lacking nutritional value. Mind you, in Frossa's head there was not a single edible item that wasn't awesome, but apparently Troll McD's was worth the long, somewhat tiresome trip. Perhaps the word 'addiction' could be thrown around, but the young highblood had only indulged in Troll McD's burgers a few times. When you have a craving, you have a craving...
Frossa preferred to stick to the alleys in NHC to avoid the masses of lowbloods. Nothing could possibly be worse than being stuck in the middle of a bustling crowd of filthy warmbloods! Fingertips running over dirty brick walls as she made her way to the only Troll McD's location she knew of, the freckled highblood's stomach growled in anticipation of the promised meal. Humming to herself as she turned down an alleyway, Frossa froze. The large refuse container beside Troll McD's was moving. She stood dumbfounded for a moment, staring at the wobbling green bin in anticipation. What on earth could be in there? Or rather, was it a who...? She scoffed to herself under her breath. What kind of troll would resort to dumpster diving Troll McD's? She was certain that was even below the lowest of the lowbloods. It most certainly was some sort of lusi or wild animal. Which also made great side dishes...
Skipping down to the dumpster, Frossa paused a moment for dramatic posterity. Who knew what she would find inside... how exciting! Grabbing onto the edge of the refuse container she pulled herself up, toes dangling a few inches off the ground as she hung over the edge of the dumpster by her armpits. "A~aah!" Frossa let out a small gasp of surprise as she saw a girl wading around in the various gross things, almost half buried in the waste. Almost slipping off the edge, Frossa quickly collected herself, waving a pointed finger wildly at Abila. "W-what are you doing?!" She exclaimed, more taken aback than anything at the moment. A coolblood- dumpster diving?! What had the world come to?! Mislead by Abrila's green clothing, Frossa's brows furrowed. "Don't you have a little more self respect than that?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 8:09 am
Ugh, when had they last emptied this thing? Abrila dug around in the muck, flicking bits of paper and discarded food to the other side of the bin. She was pretty sure she was standing in a puddle of Faygo, too. But, she had seen worse. Much worse. In fact this was practically a picnic for her. She picked up a burger with a bite out of it and squished it a little. Yep, it was still warm! Sauce oozed out from the sides too. Glorious, glorious sauce.
She stuffed half of it in her mouth without a second thought.
"A~aah!"
Whoops, spotted already. Abrila stood perfectly still, her back to the edge of the dumpster. She hoped that it was just a passerby surprised by her presence, but then the voice spoke again and she knew that she had been caught. She turned around and came face to face with Frossa's accusing finger.
"Wah you mean?" She said, her mouth full of burger. A highblood, too! Oh man, how embarrassing. Abrila rather disliked dealing with highbloods at the best of times, nonetheless when she was shoes-deep in grape Faygo. Abrila swallowed with a nervous gulp and smiled sheepishly, throwing up her hands in a protective gesture. In one of them she gripped the other half of the grubburger, sauce dripping down her fingers.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 6:58 pm
Frossa's arm dropped as Abrila turned, revealing her sign and with it her true blood colour.
"Oh."
Was her simple response- well, that made sense. The dumpster diver wasn't a coolblood like Frossa had initially assumed, but an orangeblood. She was sure warmbloods did all sorts of gross things; there were so many of them living in such a small space after all. It probably wasn't the worst place a lowblood had picked food from, in retrospect- but it was still pretty damn gross. Frossa wrinkled her nose at the other girl, eyes darting down to note the puddle of garbage juice and grape Faygo the lowerblood stood in.
"My mistake!" Frossa chirped, shaking her head. "I mistook you for green. But it makes sense that an orangeblood would be eating out of the trash!" She let out a cruel giggle before cocking her head as she gave Abrila a once-over. The poor girl looked haggard, practically like she was about to pass out right then and there! And to resort to such measures for food... Any decent troll would have offered to buy her a grubburger- after all, the whole point of Troll McD's was how alarmingly cheap it was. Frossa had beetles practically coming out her butt- but she was far from decent. In fact, she was quite the opposite!
The highblood didn't budge from her spot, draped over the edge of the dumpster. It was far more amusing to watch lowbloods squirm- sometimes, you didn't even have to actually do anything. Lowbloods could be so meek! "Hungry, are we?" Frossa simply commented, flashing a sharp, toothy smile down at Abrila. The caste system ruled.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 7:20 am
Abrila looked down at herself, noticing that some of the sauce had gotten onto her sweater... which was probably the only thing she owned that she didn't like getting dirty. But, she didn't want to let go of the burger... It was tasty. Well, as tasty as trash food from Troll McD's could be, anyways. So she held her arm out awkwardly to the side, still clutching her precious burger.
"Uhh, I suppose..." Abrila agreed... ish. She didn't pay much attention to the caste system, but if there was one thing she had learned, it was to listen to highbloods until she could escape. The cooler the blood, the more unstable the troll, she thought.
It wasn't really her fault she was so hungry and out of beetles(except for the small stash back at her hive, but that was beside the point)! However, if she took offense to the comment about orangebloods, she didn't show it. How did she know that other orangebloods didn't frequently indulge in lightly used snacks? She didn't have any acquaintances to ask, after all.
Abrila blinked placidly at Frossa, studying her a bit. She looked like a troll who put a lot more care into her personal appearance than Abrila ever did... and why not? Most highbloods seemed to, for one reason or another.
"Yeah... hungry..." Abrila said dully, forgetting that she had been asked a question. It should have been pretty obvious, but who was she to judge when she was the one cornered in the dumpster?
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2012 12:21 pm
Frossa's wide smile faltered for a split second, corners of her lips trembling downwards in disappointment. This seemingly slow witted orangeblood was hardly reacting to, well, anything Frossa was chucking her way. She didn't seem overly intimidated or even mildly offended. Instead, Abrila just kept blinking emptily up at the highblood, clutching to her cherished burger. It was literally like she was sleep walking, only half registering and half reacting to the purpleblood before her. Frossa wasn't exactly sure how to respond back to the orangeblood... This hadn't really happened before. Usually warmbloods reacted fairly strongly to Frossa, in one way or another. But this girl... this girl just stood there, barely opening her mouth enough to form an audible response.
Admittedly, Frossa had to respect the lowblood's dedication to her meal. Lots of lowbloods would have bailed the moment her purple-speckled face popped over the edge of the dumpster, but instead this orangeblood clutched her burger faithfully. Food was a song sung by every caste; but not many sung it louder than Frossa. Food was only the single greatest thing in existence; Frossa practically existed for food. Something about the way Abrila clutched her burger protectively struck a chord with the indigoblood, prompting a small lightbulb to go off in her little thinkpan.
"Would you perhaps prefer a fresh grubburger? One just off the lardsizzler, still warm and..." Frossa glanced down at the burger in Abrila's hand that seemed to be half covered in floor sweepings, struggling for words. "Not... coated in filth?" Batting her eyelashes down at the orangeblood, Frossa closed her smile to hide her intimidatingly sharp teeth. The orangeblood may not had have extra beetles for a burger, but that didn't mean she didn't have anything else of value...
"How rude of me not to introduce myself! I'm Frossa. Frossa Fyrste. And yourself?"
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