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 Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 4:48 pm
Being the kind girl she was, Ellie pointed out bluntly "Still looks like ya took a dooky behind th'counter and spread it all over yer paper..."
His explanation also received a less than dignified "...nerd..." after an exaggerated cough. She had very strong opinions about video games. Where as she did enjoy FPS and racing games on occasion, she was smart enough to realize there was no point to it all. It was all fake. She wanted to race real cars, and though guns weren't her thing, she could imagine wanting to shoot one if given a chance on a shooting range.
Once she was at the door, she held it open with one arm and leaned towards the shorter guy. While looking him dead in the eyes, she commented "I accessorize... but ya don't need t'up sell sh*t with me... if I want it, I want it... if I don't... I don't..." With that, she swung into the dressing room and closed the door, as if to tell him to leave her alone.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 10:14 pm
He sighed she wasn't very nice for a customer. "Yeah.... well... not all of us are master artists." That was stating the obvious. He paused when she called him a nerd.
"No. I am not a nerd. A nerd would be dressing up at this point and running around in a park yelling stupid profanities about how they're the greatest wizard of all time and banish ye ugly hag to whatever hell they dream up." His arms crossed as he stood there staring at her and informed the girl, "I am a tactical planner."
He shrugged, "Only trying to help." He gave a smile before she slammed the door and he walked off trying not to fume at how impossible she was being. He'd never had a customer that was so.... so... rude!
"Just keep smiling..." He muttered.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 1:57 pm
Behind the closed door, Ellie still felt the need to correct the redhead over his attempt at defending himself.
"NERD!"
It did take a bit of time for her to try the shorts on. It wasn't as simple as just trying it on and seeing how it looked. No, Ellie had to look at it, then imagine how she could modify the short pants to her liking. Would this pair of shorts look bad a** with a chain hanging from it? Or a giant pin of some sort? Maybe a few metal studs? If it weren't for the particular style she appreciated, one could almost accuse the tomboy of having something girly that she liked.
Once she had decided on one pair of shorts, she swung the door back open and made her way to the counter. On her arm was one pair of bright yellow shorts, the other pairs being left in the dressing room. Once she was pretty much standing in front of the employee, she slid the pair of shorts across the counter.
"...there..."
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 7:08 pm
Feliks just rubbed the bridge of his nose when she called him a nerd. "Ugh, can't do anything without being harassed." He muttered.
He was standing behind the counter had started something different. "Alright." He paused and tapped the donation things. "If you're interested.... There's buttons and things for helping keep music in school. It's a buck."
He rang up the shorts and waited a few seconds before hitting total.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 7:48 pm
"Ain't interested."
That was a good and simple answer. Her eyes hadn't even dared to look at the donation "gifts." They weren't so much gifts or "free," but rather paid for by the donation. If anything, the state was responsible for school stuff, especially since they already taxed the hell out of the taxpayers. Plus, the tomboy wasn't so much a music person, so it seemed pretty stupid to her. Auto shop was truly a subject that needed more funding in her ever so humble opinion.
Once a total had been given, she reached into her back pocket and pulled out her wallet. It was well worn, but still plenty good. Plus that bad a** bolt on the edge would be hard to replace in her opinion. She pulled out a couple of crinkled bills and set them on the counter.
Though she was acquainted with credit cards, it wasn't her main source of payment in stores.
Rather oddly, she stated aloud "Two dollars and seventy eight cents." Once Feliks rang her through completely, he'd realize that she had just done the mental math to figure out how much change he owed her.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 9:51 am
Feliks nodded, well that was at least a somewhat personable answer. Compared to everything else he'd gotten from her.
He was finishing the totals and stuff when he paused after she said how much he owed her. "No kidding?" He didn't seem impressed as he pulled out the two dollars and seventy eight cents and counted it for her.
He then pulled out a bag and put the shorts in it. "There you go. Thank you for shopping at Mad Marxz. Have a nice day." He grinned as if he was trained for the ending of a transaction.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 6:59 pm
She probably was about to make this guy's day. Once she had her bag at hand, she swung it over her shoulder, then turned around and began to make her way to the door. No thanks, no polite wishes of having a good day. Nothing that nice.
Soon enough she was out the door and out of his life.
Well, at least it would seem that way for now.
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