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 Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 11:10 pm
What a day to go shopping at Walmart. Always fun. Totally.
Damn rednecks... Rysha swore to herself, leaning over the handle of the shopping cart, loose straggles of hair falling into her face, the rest being tid up in a bun. Plain workout clothes, tanktop and sweatpants. Probably didn't make her stand out with the fat mothers in the underwear aisle slapping their kids for being too noisy.
"Cream of the crop, love. I swear." She whispered in a secretive tone to her daughter, Tryst, who was sitting in the child's seat of the cart. Her tail was hanging through one of the leg hole, the tip up and wound around the other hole. She had on a striped tanktop, and her little stuffed Raichu toy was in her arms, and her hair was pulled back in a pretty opalescent fall.
"What's 'cream of the crop,' Mama?" Tryst asked, looking up at Rysha with a curious look, holding onto Rai.
"Nothing, nothing. Don't worry about it." Rysha mumbled, rolling her eyes slightly while turning into an aisle for furniture, specifically pillows.
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 3:34 pm
Damn rednecks indeed.
"Fancy!" Came an accented call from somewhere further off in the store. Bobby-Jo was always prone to losing her little girl in Walmart, ever since she'd told the girl it was called "Wally-World". She tried to keep hold of her at all times, but she was just far too slippery and whiley. Where could she have gotten off to?
As Rysha approached, a little brown and orange head jutted itself out from beneath a rather frilly display bed. Beady black eyes peered this way and that, a pair of fan-like gills flapping slowly. When the thing spotted Rysha, though, it disappeared again, followed by a small giggle.
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 8:22 pm
Rysha twitched slightly, a sudden feeling of something watching her sending a little shiver up her spine. She saw a dark skinned face for the briefest of moments before it disappeared under one of the more disturbingly feminine and lacey beds. Gross. But what was that? Giant muskrat or something?
She decided to investigate, pushing the cart towards the bed display. "Hey Tryst, wanna go hunting?" Rysha asked, a crooked, mischievous grin on her face.
"Hunting? What's hunting?" The girl asked innocently, peering up at her mother with pale, gleaming eyes.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 7:48 am
Fancy clapped both hands over her mouth to stifle her noise. Once she'd calmed, she lay herself very flat upon the floor, not minding the filth that clung to her in the least. Most of it got on her little denim jumper anyway. She watched as a shopping cart and feet moved a little ways off. Not her ma, she'd confirmed. Maybe someone to have fun with.
They began to approach, and Fancy flexed her webbed fingers. When the pair of legs passed, she thought, she'd slide out and cling to them, and see how far she could be pulled before the person managed to successfully shake her off. She didn't hear what was being planned.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 1:34 pm
As the mother and daughter approached the bed display, Rysha leaned over the cart handle, she whispered conspiratorially. "Well, it's like hide and seek." At the mention of the game, the toddler's expression instantly brightened, and she started waving her arms to be let out and down. "Now, now!"
Rysha obliged by lifting the girl out of the seat, moving around a corner of the display and seeting her down. "Someone's under that bed, think you can catch them?"
Trsy nodded happily, only too happy to play this new game. Slithering under the bed skirt, she saw another child laying on their belly. Restraining a giggle, the toddler let her tail snake up to the other girl's ankle, wrapping around it before giving a gentle tug.
"Howdy!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 11:16 pm
Some sort of sounds were going on overhead, but she was too focused to really pay attention. Those legs were getting closer and closer, and suddenly, stopped! Fancy huffed through her nostrils lowly.
A most startled squeal arose as something clamped onto her ankle and tugged! The mudpuppy was squirming and kicking like someone was trying to steal her away, a distressed barking sound surfacing from her throat. She dashed out from under the bed, knocked into Rysha's cart, and fell on her butt. Round, black eyes gawked up at the woman before Fancy began to scoot back toward the bed. What WAS that?
She peeked under the sheet to dare a look back under the bed, forgetting about the nearby adult as she spotted Tryst.
"Hey!" She told the little white, slick thing, her lower lip curling down somewhat in an over-exaggerated pout. "Where you come from?"
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