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 Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 3:57 pm
Who : Ripley & Rong Wei, Doucette
Where : Leaf Nail Parlor
When : Late morning; around 11:30 AM
Weather : Weather in the mid-lower 70s.
Jackets aren't required, but cool breezes may make one wanted
Rong Wei would never admit that she was glad she'd found a weakness of Ripley's but it certainly never hurt for her to keep that bit of knowledge tucked smugly in the back of her mind. The television in the parlor wasn't blaring it's usual fare of the news or sitcom, whatever happened to be on at the time, instead broadcasting an array of animated figures. They were singing some kind of catchy tune, a song Rong Wei knew by heart (and would rather die then admit to anyone), and floating a few feet away from the screen was her Frei companion who studied the characters with rapt attention. His lower jaw was slightly open as his lips were pursed in a form of an 'oh', his eyes unblinking as the song ended and the movie pushed itself forward.
Since earlier this morning she'd had the television showing different movies, all at the request (rather, demand) of Ripley, who had devoured each one eagerly. Originally he'd peppered her with questions about the plot of each film, or how stupid each of the characters had seemed for their various actions, though now he merely watched in his usual silent manner. The Chinese woman supposed he was taking notes on how everyone was interacting with one another, as well as anything else a Frei might want to pick up a film, but since he wasn't trying to write anything down or re-enact certain scenes nothing bothered her too heavily.
They'd had no customers this particular morning, business its usual slow self for the earlier hours. Most people who came in to get themselves 'gussied up' normally did it in the evenings or right after lunch, seeing as they had plans for an evening date rather then a special brunch. The Frei didn't seem to care they had no company and Rong Wei enjoyed being able to laze about in her usual chair, a cigarette slowly smoldering between her lips as her eyes ran over line after line in a book. She was wearing her new (and now favorite) pair of mules, and every now and then she'd wiggle her toes to make the heel of the shoe smack against the bottom of her foot with a wooden echo. She was dressed nicely to match, fingernails freshly done up to display some of her handiwork.
"It's stopped. Play another one."
Rong Wei nearly startled to the point where she fell from her chair at the sudden voice in her ear, her head snapping back as two hands pressed it down and a face thrust itself ever closer to her own. The strong smell of ozone that the Chinese woman had come to familiarize as Ripley's personal scent filled her nose as his breath blared down on her face, his eyes so close to hers.
He looked a little desperate. It was odd. did he like the movies that much? Even though they were something of a guilty pleasure for the woman she wasn't that obsessed.
"I want to watch a new one this time, don't play something I have seen before. Also, no sequels. This company does not know how to create a proper sequel."
Ripely released her head and pointed to the DVD player, the television screen blank with a blue screen to show that the movie had ended and the Frei was indeed in need of something to keep him entertained - something that wasn't her.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 10:33 pm
Doucette had gone shopping. If someone had said that to her mother there would have been noises of distress, maybe some fluttering of lashes and holding of hearts, but as it were Mrs. Delacy was no where in sight and in no danger of heart pains. The red-head looked pleased with herself no matter the consequences to her bank account. There'd been some great clothes on sale - some of which she was wearing at the moment being unable to resist their call - and she reasoned it was likely the last time she'd have the extra cash to throw around before the new...thing was going to be entering into her home.
A small voice had reasoned that the extra money from the bonus she'd gotten would have been put to better use if saved. Who knew how much money it was going to cost to maintain the newest him-or-her to the family.
That small voice had found itself a pebble at the beach, for all the other pebbles had voted "Spending Spreeeee!"
The only thing that had gone wrong on her little excursion had been a chip in one of her nails. So vigorously had she grabbed at the new jacket she was now wearing to fend off the slight chill that now her most recent manicure was suffering! With bags hanging heavy upon one arm Doucette lifted the other, splaying the fingers before her face and giving a disapproving grunt as she surveyed the damage. It looked like something she could easily fix at home, but the polish would need to be re-done and she knew she didn't have a matching shade to be fooling around with. All 10 nails would need to be changed up unless she went across town to her personal salon.
That idea simply felt daunting to her and her poor feet that had suffered through all those hours of mall crawling. Instead the Irish woman simply trudged along on her way to her ferry, struggling between the disappointment bringing down the end of her day and the general delight the beginning had brought her. Though it was hardly noon, shopping could take a lot out on a gal and she was ready to head home, take a bath, and read until it was dark enough to lay on the beach and count the stars.
Luck seemed to smile upon her little figure though, and as she rounded the corner she spotted a nail parlor she hadn't taken notice of before. When you had a place you went to with religion, you rarely take notice of the other establishments setting up competition.
Surely Holly could forgive her for being unfaithful in this moment of her weak emergency...
Doucette paused for just a moment outside the shop to look in. If it was busy she wouldn't waste her time. To her luck, it was not only bare of obvious activity, but there was something mildly familiar floating just beyond the window.
Pushing her way in with the slightest of awe-inspired gaps between her lips she pointed one of her in-need-of-repair nails at Ripley and blinked. "You've got one of them..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 12:55 pm
". . . ."
Yet another noisy scarab had entered the shop, her colored shell and incessant chattering hard on both Ripley's eyes and ears. He was of course referring to the human woman who had come through the doors and instantly started talking, not even waiting for the human he'd just released to give her customary greeting and questioning. This place had a routine, the Frei had come to notice, and this newcomer had brazenly stepped on that tradition. It was both interesting and infuriating, yet the woman called Rong Wei almost seemed relieved that this person had entered in. Why? Hadn't she been enjoying the quiet almost as much as he had? She'd better not think that this person coming in meant he would not be getting to watch another movie. Such a thing was out of the question entirely, and he hissed through his teeth at Rong Wei, words only she could hear in a language he was still roughly learning.
"Woman. Fix it."
For her part Rong Wei was indeed a bit relieved to see a person entering the shop, though her face stayed in its usual frown once the newcomer decided to go straight for Ripely and even dare to point at him. She was unsure how the freak would react to being pointed at, seeing as the last time someone had done something of that nature he'd nearly flipped a b***h, but for now when she glanced over at him he merely seemed to be watching and waiting. It was up to her then to obviously get the conversation past the point of well, pointing.
"Is there something I can help you with, or are you just here to point?"
Rong Wei shifted so she was sitting properly in the chair, slowly rising to her feet afterward and smoothing out the wrinkles that had accumulated in her clothing. The woman liked to be dressed nicely even if she was bumming around, at least while she was in the shop. She crossed her arms as her head raised itself slightly, and from behind her left shoulder she could hear the sound of metal tinkling as Ripley himself shifted into a different position. She didn't dare look back and over at him, since the moment she did something she probably wouldn't like would likely occur. Them's the books, or so it's said.
"Its name happens to be Ripley, if you're going to be pointing at him, and yes I have one. I take it you've got one too, or one in the works?"
Seeing as nothing was floating at her side or following behind and this personal obviously knew about Raevens, it was a safe assumption. Rong Wei wanted to laugh at the woman and tell her to get away from her quest if she knew what was best for her, but there was a hint of meanness and spite to the Chinese lady that she almost wished harm on others. It was if she could blame them ever so slightly for her problems simply because she had come into contact with a Raeven in the first place. It was wrong of her to think that way, but hell if Rong Wei cared.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 8:10 pm
Doucette quickly stepped back, bumping into the closing door behind her with a slight squeak, of protest or general fear it was rather uncertain. Not only was she now staring down the barrel of one irritable gun, but the woman didn't exactly look pleased to see her either. Quickly the finger retreated into her palm and the fist pulled back to stuff into her coat pocket. For a moment she seemed to pivot slightly with her hips, turning just a bit one way before returning to the original position, her feet never shifting from the floor. Clearly the woman was battling a silent 'fight or flight' war within herself. Feeling unwelcome was a big bonus to the flight campaign, but a general unwillingness to be rude and simply leave from whence she came kept her rooted to the floor.
Her throat cleared though her eyes focused on the floor some distance away from her. Not looking down per-say, but certainly keeping her gaze on a general incline away from their eyes.
"I was actually looking for a quick nail fix," she said in the most non-committing fashion she could manage. It was looking to be like Holly was a more promising option after all. "And I'msorryI pointedatyou!" the red head finished in a breathless rush, flickering her damp blue gaze to Ripley before returning to the study of their floor plan.
At Rong Wei's question, the girl picked her head up once more, ever so slightly, leaning back against the door she'd bumped into as if it were a sort of life-line against the dark looks both of them were shooting at her. Doucette was beginning to see the reason the shop was empty at such a prime-time as lunch hour. "In the works...kinda." It sounded lame even to herself.
If Ripley was the promise of what she had to look forward to, then she was going to be in for it. Perhaps she should leave after all, march straight to the Lab, and turn in that damn bottle. After what had happened in Vivi's shop, that give-up feeling was growing even more steady within her.
"Well err, sorry to have bothered you then," came the mouse-like apology, at least clearer than the one she'd offered to Ripley. One foot shifted to position herself outside of the door's range so she could open it and make her exit once she knew they at least hear her apology...though they weren't looking to be the type to accept it. That was fine with Doe.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 9:23 pm
"Go ahead and have a seat then. Are you wanting your nails done in a specific style, or just a general manicure?"
Rong Wei moved and put her cigarette out in an ashtray, lifting the item and taking it towards the back of the parlor. She dropped the ashes into a trashcan and set the tray down, turning on a faucet to wash the smell from her hands. A small bottle of perfume rested near the handle and she reached for it after turning the water off and drying her hands, using the scent on her wrists and neck to hide the smell. The Chinese woman had no problems with the smell of smoke, but she was pretty sure most others did. Faces were far more honest then words, that was for certain, and she'd seen her fair share of scrunching noses.
"Ripley, I'll get a movie going for you in a second so stop eying the poor woman up and down. You're not making her feel any easier like that, and she's here as a customer. You know the rules here and will abide by them, thank you."
There was a tsk of disapproval from the Frei as he floated back over and in front of the television screen, lowering himself down enough that his ribbon touched the ground and his elbows rested on the edge of the table that held the television. He only glanced over at the timid one one last time before turning his head towards Rong Wei, watching and waiting. When she finished whatever she was up to doing and came over, he pointed to a specific DVD case and motioned for her to put it in.
"I thought you said you wanted to watch something new."
Rong Wei lifted the DVD and put it into the machine, flipping it on to automatically play as soon as it was loaded. She looked over the cover a few more times before setting it down and moving away, not even looking over her shoulder.
"If you are going to be working in here then I want to watch something I do not have to pay attention to. You seem to want to always talk when doing things and I'd prefer to watch a new movie in silence."
He had a point, and as soon as a loud call in an odd language entered the screen, the Frei was somewhat out of the picture. His attention was now being had by the movie.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 10:12 pm
The Irish woman had been just about to spin around and make her dramatic escape when the other's inquiry halted her. Puzzled, Doucette turning her gaze to watch the woman disappear into the back of her parlor while Ripley continued to glare at her. She felt disarmed. If looks could be piercing, then Ripley's were and evolved form that now qualified as stabbing. Doe did her best not to make eye-contact, but gave a lousy sort of smile in his direction as she inched towards what she assumed to be the stations for nail care.
"Well I really just need a touch-up. I was out shopping and got a chip in two of my nails and destroyed the polish on most of the rest," she explained, looking down at her hands once more to inspect the damage. Thankfully the state of destruction had not developed into an all out war upon them.
Silently the woman watched the couple talk about the movies when Rong Wei finally returned from the back. Her father had smoked heavily most of her life (as if battling fires and inhaling smoke on the job wasn't quenching enough for his lungs) and so she didn't really have a problem with the scent. Though if asked, she preferred the scent lingering around the woman now.
Doucette wasn't sure how to proceed now though. She'd made her apologies, and though one attempted to cross her lips once more, she didn't want to sound like one of those people that can't figure out how many 'sorry's are too many. Instead she shifted her weight from foot to foot, on the ready to go somewhere if Rong Wei pointing it out to her.
Lips had finally parted to break the silent barrier around herself. Though the other two had been talking, she felt awkward and closed off, and knew that saying something would help break down that barrier. But whatever she was about to say drifted off into the back of her mind at the first breaking belt from Ripley's tv.
That was a familiar tune to the red-head! "Oh man, how bad! Never been in a parlor that had good entertainment going! Love this one," she added after a moment, leaning to the side to try and catch a glimpse of screen. She always got goose bumps at that climatic moment when the cub was lifted over the herd. Pure. Genius.
If Abba had been playing when she'd come in...well, let's just say her last Abba adventure had traumatized the woman to the near point of tears and she would have abruptly left Ripley and Rong Wei staring after her without a care for what her manners were telling her.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 5:19 pm
Rong Wei nearly jumped as the woman started talking again, seeing as she'd been so silent and mousy save for speaking about her nails, and she exhaled sharply (yet softly) to find that nothing had happened, her customer was merely excited about the movie she had put in to keep Ripely from harassing her. Looks like the whole ordeal had completely backfired and the woman had instead placed her interest into what the Frei was watching, and the Chinese woman couldn't help by hope that Ripley wouldn't mind someone talking during one of his movies. Even though he'd said he wanted a repeat just for that reason, Rong Wei trusted him only as far as she could throw him - and lord knows she didn't ever try to touch him willingly.
Perhaps it was in her best interest to warn the woman away and get her back over to the table. Rong Wei really didn't care for this other person's safety, don't mistake her actions, instead she didn't want a lawsuit at best, or at worst Ripley deciding to turn his actions back on her. The black eye had finally healed after all, dammit!
"Miss, look-"
"Really? I wouldn't call it my favorite, but I'm certainly not going to risk watching the one I enjoy the most with the two of you talking during it. Is this one the one you like the most? I'm not sure if talking animals really is my cup of tea just yet, though this company seems quite fond of using them."
. . . . Rong Wei was dumb founded. As far as she knew, and from the talking that had happened after her encounter with Ebony and Delia, she thought the Frei hated humans. He'd said it a few times before, all the while - no, she wasn't going to think on that. Thinking too hard about things tended to make living with the thing a lot less bearable. For now all she could do was simply stand at one of the booths and watched, her turn to act the observer that Ripley normally was.
"I haven't seen many of this company's films, as I've only recently discovered them. I am learning up on the creator."
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 3:01 am
Doucette, unaware of the peril she was putting the poor woman in, plowed ahead with little regard for the possible detriment it would lead to her health. Like anyone with good sense, she could feel a certain amount of...what was it? There wasn't a word for it that the red head could come up with, but put simply: Ripley just looked like he'd been born wearing a shirt that read DANGEROUS DUDE across the pecs. However, the good sense seemed to be leaning in the direction of believing anyone who liked Disney to have some semblance of goodness within them.
"Oh, hmmm, my favorite is definitely more the Arabian scene," she said wistfully, imagining flying carpets and, well, the talking animals. That she didn't have a problem with but at least for Ripley's sake the entire movie wasn't filled with the chatter of African inhabitants.
Not sure if it fell in the same category, for many believed that the mixing of live-action and cartoon was simply foolish, she breathed softly, "I also really liked that new one, with the princess in the city?"
The woman suddenly remembered her manners though, and she turned quickly with red cheeks to Rong Wei, the air of apology rolling off her in almost tangible waves. She had not intended to go off on a little cartoon tangent like that! Electronics she may not understand or like, but she was willing to climb that hurdle for the dulcet tones of childhood memories.
"What I find most interesting is that his father was a builder for the first Chicago World's Fair, and it so inspired the son that he created this whole magical kingdom for us to enjoy now," she couldn't help to put in, inching towards Rong Wei as a means to show she really was there for a reason and not just barging in on personal matters.
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 8:33 pm
"You're still talking. Why are you still talking?"
Ripley's voice didn't sound cruel or annoyed, the tone was completely flat and his eyes hadn't even traveled from the television screen, yet it was very clear by his choice of words that he was long past talking to the human woman. She'd been fine while she was mentioning to movies themselves, but the Raeven had little to no cares for anything else that had to do with them (even if he'd only moments before said he was trying). The story on the screen was progressing further on and his interest was slowly being held, so if Doucette was worried she might get some form of wrath she could actually relax now - he wasn't going to turn away and come after her. Rong Wei for her part looked at ease and not ready to spring out the door or towards the back, something that could also be taken as a good sign.
"It would be best if you just sit down and we get on your nails. He'll talk to you again when he gets bored of whatever it is he's watching but until then we should probably just keep our conversation between the two of us."
Rong Wei wiggled one of her hands and motioned for the woman to give up the hand that had the mostly damaged nails, seeing as she needed to get a better look at what she would be repairing. If needs be she could completely replace the nails, if they were fake, and if they were natural and the color was just completely destroyed then she'd go ahead and strip all the polish off and start all over. As much as she grumbled and hated her job here she was one of the best (her brother actually held that title of 'the best' still), so this woman she was working with wouldn't have to worry about leaving looking bad.
"If you need them all replaced, go ahead and pick a color and I'll get things together. We have a shelf near the door with all the colors we provide though we can actually make custom colors as well."
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 11:39 pm
The red head was, amazingly, unaware of the implications of her chatty nature and took Ripley's request to be nothing more than logical. Movies were meant to be paid attention to after all. It was just the ability of her big mouth to get away from her as usual. She did feel very bad about that as evidenced by her super quiet but not cowed apology and an unnecessary tiptoeing in Rong Wei's direction.
Doucette had very little to be ultra proud about. Her curly red locks were more often frizzy than silky and her complexion was so pale it made her mother fret like an overwrought hen. But her nails were natural and sturdy and beautiful in her opinion despite the less than lovely fingers the rested upon. If only she'd taken up piano as a child and stretched the slightly stubby appendages into true beauty.
"Alright!" she agreed brightly, depositing her bags by the door and mulling over the assortment of colors. Oh, how she wished there was less to choose from! Her indecisive nature took her from the line of bright greens all the way to the neutral pinks before she chose something of a pink pearl that glinted with perfection in the light.
As she settled into the seat across from Rong Wei she gave a wave of her hand and a shake of her head. She didn't have an interest in things like decorations and such, just simple fare for a simple girl. "What's he made of?" she finally inquired, leaning in a bit and keeping her voice low but not whispered for Ripley's sake, "And how long have you had him?"
Doe thought of the empty soul bottle at home, likely tossed upon the pillows of her couch with Dolce chewing on the locking mechanism on top. It brought a smile to her lips, but then, she didn't know the true terror a soul bottle could reap upon her beloved pups.
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 12:27 am
When a new color was presented Rong Wei took it with a grunt of 'thanks' and reached over into her cabinet for a small bottle of polish remover, prepping herself to get this woman's nails cleaned before they actually got down to the nitty gritty of a manicure. It was something of a relaxing feeling to be doing an 'American' style after a few straight weeks of nothing but French manicures (and press-ons, oh the joys!), so for once she decided to take her time and go slow. This red-headed woman seemed the type who wanted conversation anyway and, so long as another human was in the store and Ripley was occupied, Rong Wei was willing to talk. Being alone with her Raeven wasn't that bad, but she was still on edge about her chances.
"What's he made of? From what I was told, he's a Sphinx mixed with an essence of Black Lightning. He was fresh from the tank when I got him, someone else had gone through the trouble of getting the bits and pieces to assemble him, so his actual history of obtainment is beyond me. I know for certain if I'd had the start like I've seen other people with he wouldn't have come out this way - I'd have chosen a small, more....well. Whatever. We've been together about a month, maybe."
No use crying over spilled perfume, right? Her mother had unwittingly gotten her something that likely would end her life one day, were she to allow it by being neglectful in her attentions, but for now Ripley was merely a thorn in her side. Thorns were painful though, so she needed to be aware.
"Since you're all up in arms over him you have one too? A full body or a bottle? And jesus, these things are like the magical weird creature world version of the Chihuaua. Either I'm just attracting them lately because I have one of my own or they're the 'it' thing to have."
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Posted: Wed Jun 02, 2010 5:09 am
The woman kept darting glances over at Ripley, but she did a good job at not opening her mouth and making weird comments like before. He was regal, certainly, and that made him attractive physically even if he wasn't what one would call attractive in terms of his personality. Perhaps she had simply come on a bad day, who knew? It wasn't her place to go prying into their business, though it wasn't like Rong Wei was the type you wanted to talk to about personal matters anyway. They seemed almost fitting for one another.
Although her sights were on the darker male, her ears were wide open listening to Rong Wei's story. It wasn't long before she snapped her attention right back to the woman with a slight look of confusion upon her face. Had Rong Wei hired someone else to do the work for her? No, that didn't sound right. But it was the first that Doucette had heard that one of the guardians hadn't, well, gotten their hands dirty so to speak.
Doucette chewed on her lower lip for a moment, thinking it over and giving the woman a bit of silence. Though she was dying to ask how the soul capture of a sphinx was even possible, Rong Wei had put herself out of the running to tell the tale. Oh how Doe wanted to ask that person though! Especially since there was so much worry about her own soul bottle.
"Oh yes," the redhead breathed, being brought back to the present. "My soul bottle is empty though. I've yet to figure out what will best match the colors and the essence I've been assigned." Rong Wei's words brought a grin to the woman's lips. She too was finding herself shocked to so suddenly be made aware of a magical society around her that had previously been impossible in her mind. But all she did was shrug to Rong Wei's words with the slightest of nods.
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 8:59 pm
"I'm certain you'll figure something out eventually. According to that di...guy at the Lab Raevans are giving to people on purpose, people who seem to fit their credentials or whatever. You'll get something that'll work for you in some way or another so there's no reason to worry about it."
Rong Wei had poured some acetone on a cotton ball and was removing the damaged polish from Doucette's nails on her left hand, her motions quick yet her grip light enough that she wasn't squeezing the poor woman's fingers. Thankfully most of the damage made it easier for her and the polish was quickly removed before the hand was raised to eye level. The Chinese woman was inspecting the level of damage such as possible chipping or uneven cuticles, and she sighed as she reached for the emery board to her right. Only a few things needed evened out and she probably wouldn't have to snip much of the skin either. Despite how bad the polish looked Doucette had nice nails.
"Your fingers overall look good, but do you want me to even things up? You have mild stress on some of your fingers and I can make your nails a bit rounder. Are you right-handed or left-handed?"
The left hand was placed down and she was on to the right hand, the polish coming off just as easily. Ripley hadn't moved or uttered a sound since his movie started, indicating conversation was well okay so long as they didn't shout.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 3:00 am
Doucetted wrinkled her brow as she thought about what Rong Wei was telling her, nodding along at the general sense of what she was saying. It didn't make the redhead feel any better about someone supposedly looking into her without telling her, but at least something good had come from it, right?
"Mostly right-handed, and I prefer a slightly squared look if possible." Doe colored slightly and smiled sheepishly. When her nails were filed with a square look they tended not to break as easily for whatever reason, and that was a good enough reason to stick with that shape.
Despite herself the freckled face continued to turn and watch Ripley for a few silent moments before mentally scolding herself not to stare and turning back to his guardian. He was just so interesting!
With patience of a saint Doucette waited quietly while her nails were trimmed and polished and buffed. But she was growing tired from her shopping and her stomach was beginning to rumble quite uncomfortably. When Rong Wei had finally completed her ministrations Doucette paid her gladly and gathered all the carrier bags she'd accumulated over her time at the shops. No need to over-stay her welcome, and she was more than happy to be heading home at this point.
"Thank you so much for all your help Rong Wei," Doe said with a little bob of her head and curls since her hands were too full to offer a handshake of any sort. "And it was very nice to meet you Ripley," she added in hopes that he would find it less rude for her to interrupt his movie than to ignore a polite good bye. Either way, she hoped she could see the two of them again rather soon.
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 8:32 pm
Ripely didn't even bother to lift his head in response to the woman's call towards him, his eyes glued to the screen as though his life depended on every moment of animation. It was a scene he'd watched before, seeing as he'd commanded a re-run so the stupid humans could talk, but he was still viewing it was the same zeal and vigor as he had the first time it rolled before him. Of course a grunt from Rong Wei's direction actually made him turn and scowl at her, though the scowl eased away into what looked like a lopsided smile in Doucette's direction.
"Indeed, a pleasure to meet you. Perhaps you could come again sometime, and we could watch a movie together."
If there was sarcasm on his voice only Rong Wei picked it up and she snapped at him in Chinese, her eyes flashing a dare to him to not get saucy with another human. Memories of the bruise on her eye kept her from outright bashing him and telling him to get off his horse, but that didn't mean she wasn't at least going to get him to back off. While he was in the parlor Ripley was going to be polite to all customers even if it nearly killed her or him in the process.
"You're welcome to stay for a meal if you'd like. Your stomach's been rumbling for the better part of your left hand's manicure and that's something I can't really ignore."
The Chinese woman stood up from where she'd been sitting and moved over to one of the little islands, opening a drawer and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. She placed one in her mouth and was about to light it when she remembered that this woman was still a customer, not quite a guest, and she grumbled for a second before pulling the cancer stick from her lips.
"I'm making lunch anyway and I always end up making more than I need to, so if you think you're going to be imposing you're not. My parents would relish human company."
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