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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 5:25 pm
Flint smiled kindly, relinquishing the shirt collar and giving the man a slight shove to send his backwards.
"Thats lovely to hear mate, lovely. Since I have your help I'll first need you to never smoke that rubbish in my mall again. Ya hear? If I smell even one whiff of that god forsaken s**t I'm going to send you to the locker before you can even think of a way to get out. And heaven knows as well as I that you're quite good at that. As I know there will be no arguing the fact that you'll do what I ask theres also another little thing I'd like you help me with. Sadly I can't quite ask such a thing in polite company so I shall need to speak to you at a later time. I assume you shall be staying here as you normally do? Doubt you have anything of high demand to do. Until I come to fetch you why don't you just meander around here then, eh? Ya catch all that?"
He smiled as he tapped the man's nose with his finger. He was kind enough not to ruin his reputation in front of the kind lass, not like his reputation meant a thing when it was Cole's to-be-girlfriend he was dealing with. Normally invoking Cole's wrath would be a common day's fun but for some reason Flint felt that his mate would be in poor humor when they next met. It would be far wiser to present a gift of sorts to cheer up his mood.
Luna eyed the too as they spoke, her hand slowly making its way to her nose where it did its best to keep the awful smell that emanated from Derek as far away from her as it could. When Flint mentioned polite company she gave a polite wave with her hand before covering her nose once more. She couldn't very well help it but it still embarassed the crud out of her. She felt quite rude as it was, simply standing there, and here she was holding her hand to her nose. Upon second thought she forced her hand down to waist where she clasped it within her other and forced a smile to reside on her lips. A mental note was made to make sure she doused herself in something better smelling before meeting Cole for the day.
Juliet munched lightly on the bean burrito that she held in her gloved hands, only her fingers feelings its true warmth. Her eyes move over to see Flannel as he walked beside her, crumbs lining his mouth.
"You ate it all already? You're a pig Flannel, I hope you know that." she muttered before taking another bite.
"Aye, that I am. But what else could I be? Not you and your pompous wannabe self. Nooooo, I've gottah be the low member of the chain."
"Shut your blubbering hole. You know as well as I that I'm not a wannabe. I have no wish nor want to be anything like you. Your cravings are getting the better of you, mind yours words."
Flannel checked himself before speaking once more to his friend.
"Can I have one of your tacos?"
"Eh, whatever. Take it, I'll get fat if I eat too many of these."
Xavier sighed as he sat on the counter, the metal watches gleaming in the florescent light beneath him.
"Oi! I'm so very tired. Eets a shame I have to vork 'er. And no business either! Stupid americans can't see vhat good deals are before zem."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 6:38 pm
Cole stood in front of the mirror in the men's bathroom (though it wouldn't have been a surprise if it had been in the woman's) getting paper towel wet. He wiped some of the blood away from his face before wiping his nose as well. He flinched as he touched it, a searing pain running through it.
'Damn, I must have broken it...' he thought to himself. 'Or at least bruised it. Whatever. It's not like I use my nose on a daily basis.' He paused as the meaning of the sentence came to him. Since he wasn't talking to anyone, he didn't feel the need to correct himself. He knew what he meant and that was all that mattered.
After a few minutes of standing, or rather leaning against the sink, he took the paper towel away from his nose. It seemed to have stopped bleeding, but moving it away, he realized that it was swelling and slightly discolored. He frowned to himself, poking the bone lightly. 'Who knew naps could be so dangerous?'
He practically slammed the paper towel into the garbage before exiting. 'Maybe I can get some ice from the food court...' ((Hey, you changed your screen name. XP))
Dasha waved at the man as he left the store. She had enjoyed torturing him. The poor guy thought she was serious...
Giggling quietly to herself, she turned around and noticed someone hovering around the cash register. She walked over behind it and greeted her with a not exactly friendly smile. Dasha wasn't the best at welcoming people. It was a wonder she even got hired.
"You want to buy that?" she asked, glancing from the shirt to the girl's face.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:39 pm
((Actually, I was in a man's store. I just described it as a girly-man's store.))
Derek did his best to follow closely what the mall cop said. He hadn't intended to do much but hang around, smoke, and scribble in his notebook all day. Now, the smoking part of that equation was ruined. Derek tapped his finger on his leg unconciously. There were other ways to get him in the right state of mind.
"Yeah, sure thing, Mr. Blart." Derek said before snorting back a laugh. He immediately wished he didn't: every freeloader, slacker and mallrat in the mall knew that Flint was a highly accomplished a**. The stupid grin dropped from Derek's face.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 11:44 am
.: Oh, bad me for not catching that. See, here I am making an idiot of my self. Well done. Thanks for pointing that out Flipflop. :.
Flint' smile grew even wider as he stood there.
"Well mate, I've got to be on my way then. Got things to do and places to be. We'll have our little chat latter."
He waved his arm to Luna, urging her to start walking ahead of him. She in return nodded, waved good bye to Derek, and started making her way once more down the mall's hallway.
"I'll be looking forward to seeing you again," muttered Flint, his smile dropping.
As he went to pass Derek he gave a swift punch with his left hand deep into Derek's stomach. The intent was to cripple him for the time being as pay back for the comment. He didn't take well to certain people's humor.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 6:59 pm
A sound like a low grunt exited Derek's mouth, and stars danced before his eyes, taunting him and telling him what an idiot he was for making that Paul Blart comment. One asked for his phone number.
He fell to his knees, gasping in need of the wind that had just been knocked out of him. He smacked his leg in desperation until he could breathe normally again.
"Sure thing, Flint..." He croaked out, even though he was pretty sure the mall cop would be gone by then.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 1:24 pm
((Haha, yes I did. I decided it was time for a little change. =p))
"If y'don't mind. That boot place next door should be open by now, right?" Holly asked in her somewhat noticeable Southern drawl. She pulled out a wallet that was a good, serviceable, plain leather one, and found her card.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 2:03 pm
Dasha glanced down at the cash register, taking the shirt and ringing it up. Her fingers danced over the buttons as she typed in the numbers and entered it in.
"That'll be twenty-five dollars and thirty four cents," she said, glancing up at the girl. "And yes, they should be. The stores are supposed to open at the same time, but sometimes their a little late." She gave a shrug, waiting for the girl to pay. Cole attempted not to move his nose any more than he could help as he walked towards the food court. He looked rather stiff as he walked since all his concentration was going onto the throbbing still in his nose. He turned a corner and the smells of the food court swiftly overtook him. He glanced around, trying to think of which restaurant would be the most likely to give him ice. Not coming up with any one in particular, he just headed to the closest one which happened to be a Chinese place. He cut in front of a few people who were in line, making them visually unhappy.
"Can I get some ice?" he asked the man behind the counter. The man glanced from Cole to the customers behind him, then back.
"I'm sorry sir, but you have to wait in line," the man replied in a heavy, Chinese accent.
"I just need ice," Cole replied, looking slightly irritated. "It'll take you a second. If you hadn't said that, I would be gone by now."
The man shook his head, not budging.
"You wait in line."
Cole just glared at the man, seriously considering giving him the one-fingered salute before he turned and walked away. 'I'll just go to the next one then...'
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 10:46 am
Holly nodded. "Okay, thanks. I'll have to remember that next time."
She handed over her card and she gave her boots another rueful glance.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2009 12:08 pm
Dasha swiped the card and went through the necessary procedures. She pointed at the small device in front of her.
"I need you to sign here," she said as she folded the shirt and put it in a bag. She glanced up at the clock. It had only been about an hour since she had arrived. She sighed before looking back at the girl.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 10:37 am
Holly compliantly signed and accepted her bag with a friendly grin. "Thanks a lot. Have a good one."
She took the bag and walked out and turned into the boot shop. Another pair of Ariats would be good....
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 6:29 am
As Derek waited for Flint to return, he fished a couple of pills out of his pocket and downed them. He slid his back down the wall and closed his eyes, opening them when he hit bottom. He began to hum a tune that he saw in a movie once. Or, maybe he just made it up. He wasn't quite sure. But, there he sat, humming, and drawing glances from the many passerby. He waved to a particularly old man, who harumphed and quickly shuffled along.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 5:15 pm
Two figures pressed their backs against the way on either side of Derek, the tallest bringing up one leg and pressing the sole of its shoe to the wall while the other slid down to Derek's level.
"Howdy D, what you doin?" breathed Flannel, nudging Derek's side slightly.
Juliet eyed the two from above, not wanting to sit next to someone such as Derek. She knew his reputation for being a druggy. In fact, he was probably bad company for Flannel but she wasn't going to be the one to drag him away. Not in the state he was now.
Luna glanced behind her as Flint led her ahead.
"Are we going to go see Cole?" she asked as she looked forward once more, pulling her arm from the cop's grasp.
"Yes'm," he replied kindly as he let his arm fall to his side. "If my watch is correct, he should be near here somewhere."
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 8:08 pm
Cole had finally found someone to give him ice and was now walking away from the restaurant. He held a small, dripping back of ice to his nose which was turning a beautiful shade of mauve. He was walking with his head slightly tilted backwards, away from the food court. He wasn't entirely fond of the idea of people staring at him while he was icing his nose. Pushing the store open while preoccupied with his phone, Logan entered the mall. He was going over a few texts he had before he closed up his phone and finally looked to see where he was going. Pulling off a pair of sunglasses, he had to pause to figure out where he was.
"If the theater is there then I need to go....." he muttered to himself, pointing in the air. Finally he nodded and headed off down the walkway.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 5:18 am
"Vicodin..." Derek said as he looked up, swimming through his vision. "Who'ser? Flannel?" He peered through the mukiness, coming to see in something of a painting-esque vision.
"It is you, Flannel! Who did your face?" Derek said, scrambling to stand up. His muscles were a bit too relaxed to do so with any grace. The wall didn't help at all, as he hit his head several times on it before e came to a halt.
"How've you been?"
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 5:48 pm
Flannel stared at the man as he stood before gripping his pants leg and pulling on it lightly.
"Sit back down will ye?" he said with a smile. "You doing Vick? How nice. I always loved that stuff. Makes you feel all fluffy like."
Flannel shot a glance to Juliet who promptly pushed away from the wall and started walking the mall again.
"Oi, you get caught yet today?" Flannel whispered.
Kendra's phone buzzed slightly as she sat with her head on her hands, her elbows resting on the Crape&Ice's counter. Who knew crapes and ice cream went so well with each other?
The vibration from her phone caused her to jerk slightly as she stood straight and fished in her apron's pocket for her phone.
A little heart bobbed in the center of the screen with the name Logan beneath it. The heart was only a little bit full, meaning he wasn't that close yet.
"Aw,... He's here~! To bad he probably isn't here for me... Gawd, I'm such a stalker." she muttered as she closed the program and shoved the phone back in her apron. No, today was just another boring... boring day.
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