|
|
|
|
|
|
|
High-functioning Marshmallow
|
 Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 3:57 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 5:27 pm
Reed couldn't actually be more content with the situation. His 'date' turned out to be a sweet looking girl, not some freak. And it wasn't even a date, he was just a bag holder. For him, this was the best possible outcome from the auction. It would have sucked big time for him to have to entertain a girl who had romance on the mind. Even tougher if she was ugly. And if it was a guy... The man didn't even want to think of such a situation. So, he kept focused on this one. A trip to the general store sounded as normal as you could get. And he was so delighted by that fact when they got their, Reed opened the door for her politely, with a polite, 'After you'. It was such a nice situation. Until they entered the store. The man didn't need Benedetta's worrisome look to know they should intervene. Which is why he followed close behind when she walked headed over to the two. Though it was almost like he wasn't needed. His 'date' was... Surprisingly feisty. A good trait for a lady. "You got it," Reed responded to her command as locked the man's arm with his and began to pull him away.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 9:51 pm
-Ilya De La Cruz-
Walk around in this depression? That's what she deserved... "I don't NEED anything" snapped the woman, her eyes narrowing at him. Talking it out wouldn't do anything. Besides what the hell could he say here? He was the one whining about like to her all the time. Goddess knows he didn't get over his boyfriend for a while, something she heard for quite some time, and he's telling her to move on? "Don't tell me what to do in my life. There's NOTHING you can do or say that's going to help. So don't. Bother." There was a slew of mixed emotions in the woman. So much it was pretty confusing trying to keep track of them. Being told she needed help had her logically reacting with anger, anger that kept some tears coming back. There was some luck on her side as she felt a hand at her shoulder with a voice. Ilya felt horrible for being seen like this, but there was some comfort in the female. Especially since she intervened in this. The dark haired woman merely nodded, holding back her tears just then to watch the male take Dante away. "...Thanks... I... I gotta go..." said Ilya in the quietest voice possible before practically running out of the store. Why did things have to go so wrong? ...It just wasn't fair...
-EXIT ILYA-
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 5:11 pm
 Dante was at a loss for words. This woman had come in and shoved him aside, then her boyfriend or brother had dragged him away from Ilya. Who ended up only yelling at him in the end. Dante wrenched from Reed's grasp and glared at Benedetta and Reed. "Excuse me. But first off that was MY friend I was trying to help out. Second off. I own this place so how dare you treat me like that! I dont care how much i look like a delicate woman. Im not a push over." Dante said getting angry. What was with people lately. "I was trying to help her. You two cant just assume things you have no business getting involved in the first place." Dante retorted. "Now.." Dante said as he brushed himself off. " Welcome to the General store. I have an isle to clean up. If you'll excuse me." Dante added before he walked over to the isle of mess Ilya had made in her depressive panic, and began picking up the individual cans and tossing out any dented ones. I dont get people lately. First Raiden dumps me because im not a woman. Then Eva tells me i shouldnt dress in drag. Then Ilya keeps this from me! What am i?! Some kind of naive little Queen?! Queen i maybe but what the hell is happening with my life? Vlad's off with Camelia takign care of their son, Pip is busy, so is Walter and when he isnt he's with Kade. Kade whom i barely see. At least Tatum and Integra still support me somewhat. Jesus christ! When did i turn into the bad guy! Dante thought to himself as he cleaned up the isle bit by bit.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
High-functioning Marshmallow
|
Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 1:57 am
“Oh.” She smiled softly and held her hand up as if she had only just discovered the trembles, “..I suppose I'm not as brave as I put on.” She commented before clearing her throat and turning back to Reed completely, “This shouldn't disturb our time, Reed. Can you get a basket?” She asked as she went to look at the merchandise in the isle they were left in, trying to remember what she needed to get.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 7:15 pm
As the scene calmed down, Reed sighed in relief. He really didn't want to become some couple's mediator, and luckily he didn't have to. Everything kind of figured itself out. Kind of. Didn't seemed like anything was solved... However, that didn't involve him. So when his date moved on, so did he. And when she instructed him to grab a basket, of course he nodded and did so. When he came back he smiled at Benedetta. "It's not often I meet a lady so willing to jump into the fray," Woman with guts were few and far, but Reed seemed to run into more of them recently. Maybe this island had something in the water. He followed behind the lady as he scanned over each item they passed, "And one so adaptable..." Reed thought for a second. Was that the word? "Not only are you so eager to shop right after, but in the same store no less," He spoke in a joking way. Most people would think it to awkward to stay in a place where such a scene went down. Especially when it was the store owner that was involved. Oh well, it was fun for the man. He liked rough situations. Well it wasn't rough, but it was awkward. Almost as good.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2011 3:34 pm
Dante was still working on the mess Ilya had made and relived everything from earlier. It wasnt until he was nearly finished picking everything up that Dante looked over to the costumers he had. Maybe he shouldnt have snapped at them. Dante frowned lightly, it wasnt their fault. And maybe he had pushed Ilya too far. It wasnt their fault they had walked in on Ilya crying with him talking to her. That would look like he had caused the issue in the first place. No wonder why they shoved him aside. So what then its my fault? I didnt mean to get her pregnant. Or be such a way that she had to hide this from me. I thought we were friends... why is everything changing now? Dante sighed and finished up before straightening himself out. Dante walked down the isle's to where he heard the costumers. When he spotted them he approached them, but kept a good foot or two distance between them and him. "Hey? Miss and Mister?" Dante called gently to get their attention. "Im sorry for earlier. I shouldnt have snapped, i know how that looked. I know i would have stepped in if i had seen the same situation. So im sorry." Dante said gently, he didnt expect them to accept his apology, not with the way things had been going lately.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 2:50 am
She paused as if to give him a chance to answer, before swiftly turning back around to head towards the milk, talking as she went, “However much I want to take credit for being.. 'adaptable', I'm afraid it's more that there's nowhere else I can buy groceries.” Some worry drifted into her voice as she ended that sentence, realizing a little late that grocery shopping may be a little awkward now that someone was upset. Oh, well, it wasn't – oh? Benedetta hadn't a chance to finish that thought as she turned around, milk in hand, to see the owner had come right back up, apologizing for his behavior. She rose her brows slightly. What was he trying to do? She paused, giving a curious look to Reed, before turning back to Dante, “Oh, no, don't be sorry – please. It's my fault for assuming so much. We all get a little ahead of ourselves at times, I believe.” She set a soft hand on Dante's shoulder for a second before drawing back, satisfied with that end. “I'm sure Reed feels the same way. Now, we will see you at checkout, I suppose?”
|
|
|
|
|
|
High-functioning Marshmallow
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
