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 Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 9:23 pm
The first thing Amryx decided to do, when she returned to the shop, was seek out Olivia. She had some questions to ask, about this whole murder business and to get the name of the poor woman. Sure, sure, Amryx's excuse was that knowledge was power and if people were getting murdered, she wanted to know, but really, Amryx was just nosy. And she couldn't ask Evie, because she rather liked the woman and she saw how Evie was when Evie was angry.
Unfortunately for Amryx, Olivia seemed to be nowhere to be found, so that just left...
"Hey, Adrian, can you go find Ment?"
"... Why would you want to talk to that cross dressing little freak?" The emo Scent grumbled. Amryx stared, and Adrian looked down to his clothing and realized the irony in his statement just a little too late.
"I still don't see why I'm the one who has to find him."
"Birds of a feather flock together. I have to stay at the counter anyway, so you go ask him about the whole murder business," Amryx dismissed him, waving her hand at him lazily.
"Don't lump me in with that freak! Ugh!"
Yet for all his misgivings, Adrian obeyed anyway, probably under the threat of Evie. Somehow, somehow, she would get that horrible woman involved in this, and Adrian decided to save himself the pain.
"MENT! WHERE THE HELL IS YOUR FRUITY a**?"
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 9:30 pm
Ment was upstairs in his room trying on a new skirt set Olivia had bought him from one of those designer boutiques she liked to spend their sometimes extra income on. Even though they were very much on the lower side of living, she still liked to dream big.
"SOMEWHERE FAR, FAR AWAY FROM YOU, YOU BIG PRUDE." Ment retorted, giving a little spin to see how the ruffled skirt would twirl.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 9:35 pm
This was sort of how Adrian and Ment found each other on the rare occasions that they actually had to talk: Adrian would scream, Ment would scream back, and it would be some sort of retarded sonar between the two of them. It must have been working exceptionally well that day, since Adrian barged into Ment's room, leaning against the door to keep it propped open.
He immediately wished he hadn't done so, as Ment was looking gayer than usual. He opened his mouth to make some remark, but...
"..."
Damnit, Amryx! Why didn't that wench buy him clothing that was actually gender appropriate!
"I'd look better in that skirt," Adrian managed lamely, crossing his arms and brooding for extra effect.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 9:47 pm
"Ruffles don't work with your face." Ment remarked, looking for a blouse and vest to go along with the skirt. He rummaged through the bags of his new clothing, throwing things about as he did so. He was a stylish little queer, but a messy one nonetheless.
"What exactly do you want? Fashion tips? Or you wanna give me my clothes back?" Ment snarked, looking towards Adrian from his mirror
Even though Ment was a generally sweet and hospitable boy, like Olivia, he was a bit different behind closed doors, having picked up on her catty demeanor as he got older.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 9:58 pm
"Ruffles don't work with your mom," Adrian sneered back, and then he quickly checked behind him to make sure that Ment's mother wasn't actually behind him, because Olivia was quite the mean b***h when customers weren't around.
"Actually, no, I'm supposed to ask you about this murder thing because Amryx is too scared to ask you, since you look hideous and all." He walked into the room now, nudging aside some clothing with his boot. "She just wants to know who died and all because she thinks she met some other mean b***h who knew the chick."
Obviously, Adrian wasn't too interested, but he supposed it would be something to talk about. Maybe he could scare some people if Ment knew enough details.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 10:28 pm
"...Who died isn't any of your business." Ment muttered quietly, changing from the ruffled skirt to a pleated black, pink, gray and white one, regardless of the fact Adrian was still in the room watching.
"Besides...Don't you have some ditch living to do?"
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 10:33 pm
Huh? That was definitely not the response Adrian was expecting, and now his curiosity was piqued.
"I'm not the one who wants to know, it's Amryx. What, don't tell me that you knew them too!" Adrian grumbled. How come everyone who knew didn't want to say anything anyway? It was king of annoying.
Oh well, if Ment wouldn't tell him...
"What, was it one of your cross dressing friends? Cuz I heard a Scent died too. It wouldn't happen to be the little bubble gum boy, would it?" He leered, moving closer to Ment as he spoke. Well, thanks to that mirror, he'd be able to see Ment's expression and guess for himself what really happened.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 10:37 pm
"I said it isn't any of your god damn business, Adrian. No go buzz off someplace and get your nasty looking hair stuck in some gears!" Ment hissed, throwing one of his skirts at the emo Scent's head in attempts to mess up that hair of his.
"You always have to pry into other peoples business!"
The white haired Scent gave him and angered scowl, grabbing his back and getting ready to stalk out of the room.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 10:44 pm
"Aaaah!" Adrian ducked as Ment sent the skirt flying, eye twitching. What the hell was this kid's problem? There was no way in hell that he was letting Ment out of here without telling him what the hell was going on!
"Oh no you ******** don't!" The emo Scent hissed, and he grabbed Ment's shirt, stopping the other Scent from leaving the room. "First of all, don't threaten the hair. Second of all, it is my business, and everyone's business, because someone died and that means all of us are in danger!"
OK, Adrian pulled that one out of his a** - he just wanted to know what got the little brat so riled up.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 10:49 pm
Ment shrieked something aweful as Adrian grabbed hold of him, attempting to pull away and yelling "rape" at the top of his lungs like Olivia always instructed him to do.
"None of it is your business!" Ment hissed angerily as he continued to try and pull away from the Scent without ruining his new top. Poor thing was only several minutes old and already Adrian was trying to ruin it like he did his pretty skull skirt.
"You only want to know so you can further perpetuate your emo attitude to the world when no one gives a damn about you!"
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 10:55 pm
"Excuse me?!" The emo Scent refused to relinquish his grip and instead used his other hand to force Ment to turn around so they could be facing each other, and then slammed the other Scent against the wall, furious.
All he wanted was some damn answers and this little s**t was giving him such a hard time! Adrian was going to find out sooner or later, and it was going to be sooner if he had any say in it.
"No, I want to know so I can find out who did it and maybe have him target you next, you little fruitcake. Do you wanna end up like your friend? Huh?!"
In retrospect, Adrian would realize that he was getting quite hostile over something that really didn't mean anything, but that was another thought for another time.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 11:04 pm
Ment gave an anguished squeak as he hit the wall. By comparison Adrian was much stronger than Ment in the upper body region, while Ment had his strength in his womanly hips and legs in the lower region. It was an unevened match at the time.
"Don't you talk about Polly like that!" Ment shrieked; the tone made it sound as if the poor Scent would soon be foaming at his mouth over the cold comment Adrian made.
Going for the only thing he could get his hands on, Ment grabbed hold of Adrian's braid tightly and yanked as hard as he could, pulling out the skull charmed hair tie as it gave off an unpleasant ripping sound.
This was indeed more hostile than it should have been, but in the end was inevitable as Adrian just didn't know hwo to approach these things at all.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 11:13 pm
"OW!"
Yanking on the braid had its intended effect on Adrian, who dropped Ment for a second as he tried to pull himself away, although that just made the pain even worse because the other Scent wasn't letting go. Seeing red now, Adrian fixed his gray eyes on Ment's in a glare that could almost be described as murderous.
Actually, it pretty much was.
"DON'T TOUCH MY HAIR, YOU b*****d!"
Something welled up in Adrian, something angry and emo and non-conformist, and the next thing he knew, he had his hand balled up into a fist and there was a loud SMACK as he punched Ment right in the gut.
((ooc: EMO PAAAAAUNCH!!!1 ))
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 11:20 pm
It was all but meer moments in which the transaction occured. And there he was, lurched over on the floor, holding his stomach for dear life and feeling as if his balls just welled up back into him giving him thr v****a he probably should have had in the first placed.
Had he actually been hit? And by emo Adrian of all people? Ment couldn't make any sense of it as he lay there in a pool of his own throbbing misery, only having the ability to let out one solitary and whispered groan.
Though Ment made no sound on his own, his hitting the floor made quite the thumpt. Enough to attract Amryx's presence from downstairs one would think.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 11:27 pm
It was a silence that was beyond awkward that greeted Adrian after he fired off that surprisingly powerful punch. It was so powerful that his hand actually hurt from delivering it, even though Ment was supposed to be squishy and soft in that area. What the hell...?
It looked like he hit Ment far harder than he intended when the other Scent just dropped on his knees and keeled over, hitting the ground with a thud.
Oh s**t.
"Ment?" Adrian kneeled down next to the Scent, poking his head a few times to try and get a response. When none came, he started to panic, looking around the room and trying to hear if anyone was coming upstairs.
Oh god, oh god. I killed him. I ******** killed the little fruitcake.
"You're not dead, are you?!" Adrian was shaking Ment now, rolling the unconscious Scent over and trying to see if he was still breathing.
Oh my god. I killed him with my bare hands. This is supposed to be cool, damnit, but I can't go to jail! I know what they do to guys like me in jail!
"... Ment?"
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