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 Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 11:53 am
Preacher had gotten a job and by ******** hell she was going to treat herself today. Nothing elaborate - the fancy sushi and steak dinner she longed for would have to want until she'd saved up enough for things like an apartment. But she could and would buy something delicious and full of protein. It was important for someone like her to get all of her nutritional needs as cheaply as goddamn possible. Skipping out on a vitamin wasn't an option - she'd read, in school, the kind of s**t that happened to vitamin deficient people. It wasn't gonna be her. Not this time.
So she was here, in the grocery store, eyes peeled for something good that wouldn't make moths fly out of her wallet. (Her money was, actually, rolled up and shoved in her bra - it wasn't hot enough yet to be too much of an issue.) She had walked aisle after aisle, using her phone to calculate prices, including tax, on everything she slipped into her basket. And then she saw it.
Polska keilbasa. Normally $9.99 a package back home because ******** Hillshire Farms, it had a sticker above it that said $4.99. Like a freak electrical storm, Preacher zoomed in, fulling intending to snag the last one.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 11:40 pm
It was part of "adult-ing," as his sister liked to call it--he could never quite grasp this language she picked up likely off the internet--going grocery shopping to keep the refrigerator stocked with food. Rhys would usually make do with cheaper brands so he could fit everything he had on the weekly list into the allotted grocery budget, but he always kept his eyes open for sales so he and his sister could have some of the good stuff now and again. He was used to the chore, of course. It felt as though he'd been adult-ing since he was in his early teens, so trolling for sales by now was normal for him. And it was grocery day, so there he was, combing the aisles and grabbing what he needed for as low a price as he could find.
He was about ready to leave and already making his way down the last aisle when he saw it. Some kind of a sausage for sale, the a big sticker hanging above the now nearly empty shelf. His lips tugged up into a smile as he made his approach, leisurely at first until he saw someone start racing straight for him. It was a little odd to see at first, but when he realized that she was actually going for the last package of sausage his eyes widened for a split second before he abandoned his cart and ran.
He'd been significantly closer so he made it to the sausage rather quickly, and once it was within reach he extended his arm in classic, dramatic fashion.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2016 12:51 pm
She'd been so, so close, only to have victory snatched from her and thrust into the jaws of defeat. The jaws of defeat looked very much like a young man. Horrible. "Hey! That's mine!" And she positioned herself in an attempt to block his path - no easy feat, considering they were in a grocery store. Preacher wasn't very successful at it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 8:33 am
One could likely imagine the irritated bulging vein animation to pop up next to his head when someone tried to get in his way. She mostly failed but still kept him making a clean grab for the food item. He made a face at her statement.
"Says you. Don't see your name on it, though," he said with narrowed eyes. It was a child's argument, but given her height compared to his it almost seemed valid enough to use.
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2016 11:09 am
"Well, it is. I can show you if you like." And then Preacher held out her hand, brows arched challengingly.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2016 3:40 pm
Rhys arched a brow at the challenge; what was he, an idiot? She'd probably dash away with the goods as soon as he handed them over. Though...maybe this was what his sister was often talking about, him and his habit of thinking the worst of people.
"Fine..." he replied. Hesitantly he picked up the package of sausage and offered it to this girl, eyes narrowed and suspicious the entire time.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2016 9:31 am
Preacher was almost befuddled for a moment. Was he seriously...? His naivety, her gain. She took the package of sausages and turned them over in her hands. She jabbed one finger at the label. "See? My name: Polska.Thanks." Then she tried to ******** book it away from him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2016 8:39 am
This.
This was why he had trust issues, small things like people lying to him for a pack of friggin' sausages. He wasn't naive, or at least didn't like to think of himself in that way, but it was part of deal when it came to trying to trust people. Like he'd ever do that again in a supermarket.
As soon as she started to make a run for it Rhys gave chase, scowling the whole way. He didn't need care if he ran her around the whole market; as long as she was holding onto that food without paying for it she wouldn't be able to leave.
"Hey!" he yelled, dashing past some people perusing the end of the same aisle. "Hey, Polska! Get back here with my sausages!"
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 6:53 pm
"Not your name on 'em!" she called back, skirting around a gaggle of oddly well-behaved children. If she could well and truly lose him, then she could hop in the check-out line. Actually, if she hopped in the check-out line, she could probably get out of here anyway. She swung around a few more aisles before briskly moving (she'd slowed from a run to look less suspicious) to the check-out. If she could just get her things on the belt... There were two people in front of her, of ******** course, and no room for anything of hers on the lane's belt. She tapped her foot impatiently.
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