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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 4:37 pm
Juliet looked over at Flannel, eyeing his curiously. He was, as always, wearing his flannel jacket and a run down one at that. Baggy jeans covers his legs and a brown buttoned hat covered his greasy-like black hair.
"And how is your office coming?"
Flannel grunted a little before he finally spoke.
"Its getting cleaned up if thats what you mean. I told you, I"m quitting that jazz..."
Juliet nodded gently.
"Alright...... Lets get to our jobs of being Mallrat and replacement Mallrat."
A smile came to Flannel's face.
"You're doing well for a replacement..." Flint turned to Cole and nodded slightly.
"I have some more doors to cover. I'll be free in 10 to 15 minutes. Wanna grab some tea then?" Aurora sneezed as she got out of her car, the morning air bustling past her.
"I wonder if anyone is here yet," she muttered.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 5:53 pm
Cole shrugged.
"Sure, why not?" he said before waving his hand lightly and walking off. He was off to his rounds... Cora stared out the window of the car as her big brother drove her to the mall.
"I could have driven myself, you know..." she muttered quietly.
"Yeah, but then I wouldn't have a car," the older boy next to her grumbled back. He didn't have a very amused look on his face. It looked like a typical 'why do I have to do this?' face.
Cora didn't respond. She knew he was irritated. He was irritated most of the time, after all. It didn't take much, after all, to set him off. She was just happy he agreed to take her.
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Posted: Wed Mar 18, 2009 10:09 pm
Seeing the Officer was going to go now, Ann guessed it was now time to doing some browsing around the mall.
She wondered if any of her favorite stores would have anything on sale today.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 6:01 pm
"Enjoy your time here Miss," said the officer, tipping his hat slightly before turning to leave. "Perhaps we'll meet again."
With that he sauntered off. Xavier stood at the counter staring out into the hallway, a sad look upon his face. Why did he have to work? It was a sad thing. Work. It was pointless except for the gain of money.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 8:35 am
Roland stepped out of his car, and felt for his ipod in his pocket. Nothing.
"Aww crap!" he thought, "I knew I was forgetting something... Oh well, too late now,"
He casually sauntered up to one of the many entrances, and pulled the door open. His long brown hair fell into one of his eyes, and he swept his head to one side to clear his vision. He walked into the long hallway, singing some Slipknot song to himself in his head.
"I wonder if FYE's open yet?" he mumbled.
A girl in a long black trench coat walked around outside of the mall. Her face was set in an angry glare at the ground. Her dark red skirt swished between her legs as she walked. A long slit in the left side of the skirt revealed part of a black and red tattoo design that stretched from her knee to her upper thigh. Enora stopped, looked up at a movie poster hanging outside the mall. She stared blankly at it for a moment, the n said to herself,
"I might at well go see that. It gives me something to do,"
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Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2009 6:21 pm
Cole strolled down the almost empty halls of the mall. How very familiar....
He stared blankly on ahead of him. Someone could probably be doing something illegal right next to him and he wouldn't even notice. He was obviously zoning and anyone could tell just from the look on his face.
Surprisingly, he did this quite often. Even so, he was able to keep up with his job for the most part. Not the best worker, but he did his fare share of 'arrests'. Dasha rocked back and forth in her spot behind the counter while she waited for something to happen. Why did they have to play such boring music? She would have to do something about that sometime....
She glanced up to see two younger men entering the store. They walked in together but one of them quickly broke off as soon as his eyes landed on her. Dasha just stared at him blankly. His expression changed from slight boredom to interest, then to obviously feigned interest in other things. Dasha blew a loose strand of hair out of her face as she straightened up and looked away from the new customers.
A few moments later, she heard a voice behind her and she turned around to see the smiling face of one of the same 'customer'.
"Excuse me miss," he said as he stared at her. "Hi, um, your store is so large...I was wondering if you could help me find something?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 1:06 pm
Holly hopped out of her Toyota Tundra 4x4 and slammed the door behind her. Today, she had a mission: new boots.
She looked down at her brown Ariat fatbabies. Glancing at them with mild interest, she nodded to herself. Beyond time for new ones.
She walked towards the entrance of the mall, her brown hair in a high ponytail that trailed to her shoulders and her bright blue eyes behind a pair of wire frame sunglasses. It was still kind of chilly, so she wore a blue and white flannel shirt over the white tank top she had on. She wore jeans that were faded to nearly white and ripped in the knees and other places where barbed wire had caught them. A brown belt accessorized the jeans and she had a wallet attached to a D-clip on a belt loop.
Sliding the sunglasses up on top of her head as she opened the door into the mall, she began to walk towards the westernwear store that was located by the men's clothing store.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 3:13 pm
Enora took a few steps inside the theater section of the mall. She glanced around for the billboard with movie times posted on it. She couldn't find it, standing where she was so she started to walk forward. She spotted a group of teen delinquents in a corner, and rolled her eyes.
"They wouldn't last a minute in a fight with me," she thought.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 1:40 pm
Walking through the theater section, Holly noticed all of the punk and delinquents. She didn't say anything to any of them and they said nothing to her. She was just surprised that there were so many people there at the time of morning that it was.
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 8:42 pm
Derek looked up at the sky as he walked across the parking lot of the mall, thinking of the many things he often thought when looking up at the sky and wondering how they fit in with the rest of his life, and society in general. Pen and notepad in hand, he began to scribble his thoughts as he walked, still looking up at the sky, allowing his eyes to flatter the clouds with long gazes of wonder and longing while his fingers wrote deep poetry concerning their billowy shapes and subsequent relevance to democracy. When Derek entered the mall, closing the notepad and sliding the pen into the welcoming embrace of it's thick spirals, he realized something important: clouds didn't care about democracy, as most of them were communists.
Slowly, he trudged away to the Borders book store to find his dealer...
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 6:19 pm
((Communist clouds XD))
Dmitri let out a loud sigh as he finally got the last bit of jewelry into place.
"Vhy did zhat have to take so long?" he wondered aloud. He let his head drop against the glass of the showcase. His arms hung out in front of him and his hands fell off the edge.
"Sometimes I hate zhis job...." Dasha stared at the man for a short moment as if to say 'Are you sure you want me to help you?'. But she shortly shrugged and moved away from the register she was standing by.
"Sure...." she agreed reluctantly. "What are you looking for?"
The guy shrugged lightly as he began walking casually along with her.
"I dunno, something that a hot girl, such as yourself, might like," he said.
Dasha paused and shot him a quick look before glancing back to the store ahead of them.
"Well..." she began, seeming to think to herself for a moment. "My personal taste is probably different than other girls."
"Oh that's fine," the guy replied. "Please, enlighten me."
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 12:17 pm
Laying atop a children's bookshelf, enjoying the smell of the leaf he so desperately desired, Derek wondered why he hadn't been bounced from the mall by now...
He snorted, laughing in his head at the thought of bouncing mall cops... Mall cop bunnies... Fluffy bunnies... Marshmallow bunnies... Hot chocolate... Well, things to do with hot chocolate...
He inhaled the scent of the illegal plant deeply. Chocolate mall cops...
Derek rolled off the bookcase and hit the floor, causing a loud bumping noise. Cursing the noise for hurting him, and possibly children, he crawled several feet before standing and making his dignified way to the food court.
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 8:22 am
Holly walked past someone in the food court that smelled suspiciously illegal. Shaking her head, she continued to her mission.
Coming to the mall this early in the morning was certainly interesting somewhat.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 7:29 pm
Derek's notebook was out and his pen moving in full force across line after line of deep blue ink. He watched the people eating their junk food and salads and felt revolted by the tragedy that had become America: lonely losers with nothing better to do but to aimlessly wander the mocking passages of the malls, screaming at you to buy them, and screaming more when you couldn't. Geeks practically living in their Comic Book Temples Stores rivaled the populations of the book nerds he had to fight through to get his stash. Then, the worst people: people who hung out in food courts for no reason.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 6:02 pm
Juliet's eyes scanned the people that wandered in, her large hat casting a deep shadow over her eyes.
"Flannel, lets go. Its all too crowded now. I can't stand it with these imbeciles here."
Flannel stood and took a step forward, her shoulder's slightly lurched.
"Go where doll? Wanna hit up the pet store?"
Juliet started walking, not really having a goal or purpose. She just couldn't stand the smell of, well, the common people. They all thought they were better than everyone else around them. Half the people that came in marked her right away for hanging with Flannel and his lovely gang that was scattered about the place. They were rats. They came with no purpose, and simply hung around. Some smoked, some did drugs, others were just weird. Then there was the few like her. She couldn't help but love the people, that mallrats. They spoke to her and supported her. They, unlike the preps and people like her parents, would never not protect her. They were bonded. They urged her to do well in school and never tried to press their ways onto her. And so she took the labels that people gave her. Simply because she had found a place where she was loved.
"I've got the munchies. Lets skip the kittens for now and see whats cookin."
They walked with swift strides, Flannel's low to the ground where as Juliet's was bold and strong. They soon found themselves in the Food Court, the delicious smells bombarding them.
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