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 Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 6:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 6:25 pm
 
Name: Margaret Sue-Ann Butler
Nicknames: Mags
Gender: Female
Age: 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24
Birthday: December 21st
Sign: Sagittarius
Blood Type: B
School: Crystal Academy Out of school. Currently employed at Waffle House
Fav. Food: Waffles, Fried Chicken, Waffles, Grits, Waffles, Taters, Waffles
Hated Food: Seafood
Hobbies:
Let's Stretch Those Legs - Mags loves to work out. Mags loves to work out. If it creates a sweat, she'll be happy to participate. Lifting weights, running laps, chin ups, sit ups, anything that gives her muscles a work out is something Mags will be happy to do without a second thought. Working on a farm has aided in building her muscle strength and while she may not look very elegant while running (think tromping around like an awkward horse), she's got endurance and speed on her side.
Kitchen Experimentin' - Mixing and combining, Mags finds fun in the kitchen...even if the resulting products tend to churn a few stomachs. Mags herself has quite the iron stomach, so she tends to forget the fact that others around her may not be as tolerant to her edible experiments as she herself is. She'll whip up something or another for any and all occasions if asked (or sometimes, unfortunately, even if she's not asked to do so) and happily takes whatever compliments she receives as further encouragement to continue on with what she views as a natural talent.
Life on the Farm - Having grown up in a farm setting, Mags has taken a few of her country habits with her to her new life in Destiny City. She can hogtie any unruly varmint (or person!) in a minute flat, ride a horse bareback, and milk the cow like the prize winnin' country fair contest winner (though that's not exactly a talent she gets to uh, show off often at all). Even though she's lived in Destiny City for a few years now, her country habits have been hard to kick and city life still can be pretty darn' confusing sometimes.
William Tell Ain't Got Nothin' On Me - Mags loves to shoot. That being said, Mags has never owned a real gun, herself. From an early age, she used to make slingshots and peashooters and go for the chickens and 'coons, until low and behold one Christmas morning, her Pa gave her a Red Ryder BB Gun, just as he'd received as a child. She'd spend days out in the field shootin' varmints and trees, but all of her shooting days had to come to an end when she was forced to move to Destiny City. Her trigger finger is still itchin' to pull, some mornings but she's replaced that urge with the sensible solution of using her fists. When Destiny City decides it's cool enough for a shooting range, though...watch out, world!
Explorin' - Curiosity killed the cat, but Mags is certainly no cat! Whether it's dark alleyways or empty buildings she'd never noticed before, Mags tends to wander off and investigate the unusual and the mysterious. This tendency tends to get her in more trouble than it's worth, but the urge to satisfy her curiosity is far more powerful than her urge to remain safe and careful.
Gemstone: Turquoise
Virtues:
Strength - Mags is incredibly forceful, in both personality and physical strength. Thanks to having grown up expected to participate in physical labor around the farm, Mags has, over time, developed an abnormal amount of strength for a girl her age. Constantly working out, she is able to lift, toss, pull, and hold on to a significant amount of weight, up to twice the amount of a typical city gal's limit. Also due to her upbringing, she's the polar opposite of meek and timid when it comes to her personality. She's rowdy, thick-skinned and strong-willed. If she wants something, she goes for it, ready and prepared to meet and beat any resistance that might get in her way.
Outgoing - Like waffles, there's not a soul that Mags doesn't mind giving attention to. Everyone starts off as her friend until proven otherwise (it may take a while for her to realize otherwise, to boot), and she's more than sociable in any given situation or setting. She doesn't necessarily have to be the center of attention, but as long as she's heard, she's happy.
Confident - Lacking the intelligence to prove otherwise to herself, Mags is a firm believer that she can do whatever she sets her mind to do. Whether or not it's physically (or mentally) possible is another story entirely, but she truly believes she can take charge and handle any task she chooses to conquer. She trusts her instincts (which certainly don't always steer her in the right direction) and therefore goes with her gut decision through most situations.
Flaws:
Dimwitted - To put it bluntly, Mags is dumb. Mags is really dumb. Slow on the uptake in most situations, Mags is and never will be on any sort of par with her fellow senshi and citizens when it comes to intelligence and common sense. Due to her lack of intelligence level and reaction speed, she's fairly gullible and easily manipulated. Her mental state does not prevent her from doing things, but it will take time to get certain tasks accomplished or even understood. Lots of time. Which is why she depends on her companions to play the role of leader, with Mags as a supporting member of the team.
Rowdy - Unfortunately, Mags' outgoing nature tends to get out of hand, and it gets out of hand often. Excessively boisterous, it's not uncommon for her to find herself in trouble at work for running her mouth, unruly behavior, and general crassness. She's had to visit the manager's office on more than one occasion for talking back to angry customers, laughing far too loudly at a coworker's joke and pretty much just in general for her rowdy personality.
Graceless - Unlike her dainty senshi appearance may suggest, Mags is a terrible klutz with even more terrible manners. Instead of walking, she tromps, instead of skipping she's tripping, and it wouldn't be uncommon for her to make a stumble or two over her own feet while she's attempting to run. She may be tall, she may be strong, but grace is not something Mags is known to have.
Hot-Headed - While Mags might be too dim to catch on immediately to many things, once something riles her up, it riles her up. Her temper, once established, can quickly skyrocket to dangerous levels within moments. Yelling is the most common side-effect of her hot-headed temper, but she has also been known to make use of her fists and nearby objects.
Angry cussin', physical blows and general attitude issues are a few examples of her hot-headed nature. It's best to stay out of this tornado's way until she calms down; which usually happens by means of close friends or (surprise, surprise) waffles.
Physical Appearance:
Hair: Mags has a massive amount of blonde curly hair, which is as unruly as her attitude. As Mags, she pulls it back into a messy ponytail (as she finds it terribly obnoxious to deal with), but as Duhr, it is forced down and adorable, despite Mags desperate attempt to keep her hair tamed.
Eyes: Blue
Height & Body Frame: Mags is an unusually tall girl for her age, standing in between 6'0 and 6'1. Considerably lanky when her height is taken into consideration, as her body is not curvy.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 6:30 pm
 Challenge: "Ah'm gonna blow ya away!"
Star Duhr: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delta_Leonis
Attack #1 - Twisting Wind - creates a small (4-5ft tall) twister which spins in the direction Duhr aims. It picks up and carries with it small debris and objects in its path within a 4-5 foot radius. Any person or creature hit by Twisting Wind is knocked backwards. Lasts up to 2 minutes. Once begun, Duhr has no control over its direction.
Attack #2 - Funnel Fury - creates a cyclone which contains and holds the target for up to 2 minutes within its wind funnel, as well as any nearby debris within a 4-5 foot radius.
Final Attack - Deadly Vortex - [to be discussed]
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The World of Duhr
The star of Duhr (or Delta Leonis, present day's naming) was devised of a simple folk with a simple means of living. Due to the positive nature of the weather on the world, their main export was the production and growth of a multitude of various vegetation for all the neighboring planets and stars. Because of the constant change in climate between seasons, Duhr is also known for its menacing twisters. Most of the inhabitants are prepared for the annoying, destructive funnels but many visitors have to experience it for themselves to understand the natural phenomenons.
The Senshi of Duhr
The role of protector of the world of Duhr was not bequeathed with the passing or birth of a single family member, but a role gifted to various families throughout Duhr's history. Once the senshi of Duhr passed, their star seed would be redistributed to the Space Cauldron, where it would be rehomed into a newborn within a year's time of the senshi's passing to another natural-born inhabitant to the farming planet.
Senshi of Duhr of the Silver Millennium:
Name: Tara "Bonnie" Wilkes
Age:
-- At Awakening: 14
-- At Death: 43
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 6:35 pm
- Mags has a terribly thick southern twang as she speaks. Think backwoods sort of country accent.
- Due to the unfortunate death of her Pa, Mags was forced to go live with her fairly well-to-do distant aunt, her last remaining relative, as her mother passed away when she was a baby. Her aunt, wanting absolutely nothing to do with such a disgraceful child as Margaret, had her sent away to Crystal Academy and it is through her pocketbook that Mags became a student there.
- As Mags is not a "typical" city girl, in the event that she could possibly be shunned for her behavior, her twang and her intelligence, she would be quite blissfully unaware of how the others see and react to her. Thanks to her slow thought process, she'd happily assume she is accepted among her peers. Should said peers abandon or ignore her for any reason, she would tend to find things to do on her own, namely the hobbies listed above.- Mags believes waffles should be included in every section of the food pyramid and is currently attempting to find a way to have Crystal offer it for lunch as well as dinner. If you would like to sign her petition, please see her in her dorm room.
- Mags would live in IHOP if she could.
- As of the last two years, Mags now does practically live at IHOP's little sister's restaurant, Waffle House. Where she gets a discount on waffles. Every day she works.
- Mags lives in a very small apartment in a semi-seedy area of Destiny City (hey, a gal can only afford what a gal can afford!).
- She used to live with her Guardian Cat, Derpina, but was separated from her around the time she moved out from her Crystal Academy dorm room and into her own apartment. She misses her sweet 'lil hat-loving kitty!
- Mags has no interest in a romantic relationship at this time. Or at any time. You're welcome to try, but your advances will probably be misunderstood entirely.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 6:40 pm
 Requirements for Next Upgrade:
4/12 Solos
7/12 RPs
5/6 Battles * = Completed Solo
The New Gal* (WC: 589)
End of the Line* (WC: 661)
Derp Done Derped Off!* (WC: 514)
House of Waffles* (WC: 1267) (2 solo credit)
Weak Moment* (WC: 500)
Happy Birthday to Me* (WC: 526)
The Plan* (WC: 578 )
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Flower Exchange*
Correspondence* (WC: 1157)
[x] Correspondence (WC: 609)
Regular
[r] It All Began with a Waffle - Mags/Duhr/Derp*
[r] A Secret Agenda - Mags/Dana*
[r] Frills and Laces and Poofs - Oh My! - Duhr/Pisces*
[r] Talkin' Cats Must Be a City Thing - Duhr/Hadaya*
[r] ???? - Duhr/Nephthys*
[r] Tales in the Pale Moonlight - Mags/Ieni*
[r] Lickin' Wounds and Takin' Names - Mags/Dana*
[r] Southern Comfort - Mags/Ricky
[r] Waffles: A Girl's Best Friend - Mags/Ekaterina*
[r] Real Waffles - Mags/Ekaterina*
[r] You & Me (& Waffles Makes Three) - Mags/Amaris*
[r] Better Late Than Never - Mags/Ekaterina
[r] Waffles Forever - Mags/Ekaterina
[r] Shoot For the Stars - Duhr/Julienne
[r] Ghetto Gals - Mags/Kodi
[r] Ready or Not - Mags/Lucy
[r] Somewhere Out There - Duhr/Ida
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[r] Bump in the Night - Mags/Tinkasite*
[r] Not Thanksgiving Without Waffles - Mags/Kat
[r] Pathos Waffle - Duhr/Ochre*
[r] No Waffles Without Mags - Mags/Kat*
[r] Gone With the Wind - Mags/Kat*
Battle
[f] Winds of Capture- Duhr/Albali/Nerissa/Derp/Luna*
[f] A Crazy Random Happenstance - Duhr/Dorado/Unknown Youma*
[f] Dangerous Winds - Duhr/Typhon*
[f] Ready, Player One? - Duhr/Richterite*
[f] The Dragon of Destiny City - Duhr/Merlinite
[f] The Good, The Bad & The Ugly - Duhr/Tourmaline*
[f] Operational Wear - Duhr/Schol/Haüyne
[f] Shouldn't Mess with Youma - Duhr/Arsinoe/Youma*
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[f] Never Get Between a Girl and Her Waffle - Duhr/Tantalite*
[f] Southern Hospitality - Duhr/Scamander
[f] Tsunawhanow? - Duhr/Hydra*
[f] Scream - Duhr/Hydra*
[f] IHOB - Duhr/Chione*
[f] No Wafflin Around - Duhr/Datolite/Gorky
[f] As Melts Black Ice - Duhr/Others
Meta
[x][x] - The Calling
[x][x] [x]- The Deal
[x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] - Storming the Castle
[x] [x] [x] - Turning Tides
[x] - Shooting Stars
[x] [x] [x] [x] [x] - Celsus CYOA
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[x] [x] [x] [x] - DCU Annual Easter Egg Hunt
[x] - A Celebration of Art & Music
[x] - Third Floor Trapeze Room
To Eternal: Solos: [ 1][ 2-3][ 4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12] Regulars: [ 1][ 2][ 3][ 4][ 5][ 6][ 7][8][9][10][11][12] Battles: [ 1][ 2] [3][ 4][ 5][6] Forgotten In The Void
[r] Hoop Skirts and Bows - Duhr/Pisces
[r] Anything Can Go With Waffles - Mags/Marlo
[r] The Most Magical Place on Earth - Mags/Drew [note to self: rez this]
[r] Her Name Rhymes with Spur - Duhr/Virgo
[r] The Midnight Haunting of Pecos Bill - Duhr/Robin/Andrea
[r] Midnight Waffles and Midgets - Duhr/???
[f] Whose Side Are You On? - Duhr/Aurostibite
[r] Order Up! - Mags/Axton
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 6:45 pm
Key:♥ - Friend ♥ - Foe ♥ - Neutral Civilians♥ Dana McZeal - Dana's the best friend Mags could have ever asked for. Y'know. In a city gal and all. But Mags doesn't fault Dan for being born in the city, wasn't her fault or nothin.
♥ Ekaterina - Met her at Waffle House. Introduced her to the 'merican way to waffle. Foreign. Talks funny. Mags likes her.
♥ Ieni - Met her out in the park while I was roastin' marshmallows. Seems kind of a timid gal, but a great storyteller. Senshi♥ Sailor Dorado - Dorado is the leader of her team (currently a duo consisting of the two of them). She's smart, witty and full of brainy ideas. Duhr's proud to be a part of her team!
♥ Sailor Pisces - Sad lil gal, but sweet 'n smart. Taught me how to stab things with my shoe - Ah owe her one!
♥ Sailor Nephthys - SHE'S A VAMPIRE...SENSHI! Also poofily dressed. Starting to see a trend of poofy dresses.
Negaverse♥ - Corrupt Sailor Typhon - This jackass decided to jump her when she was mindin' her own business. Rude sonofagun. His hurricane horseshit is painful, to boot.Dark Moon♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Have yet to meet one ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Knights♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Have yet to meet one ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Other
♥ Hadaya - Darn cutest little tubby cat, met and shared waffles with him one night. Friendliest Guardian since Derp!
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 6:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 6:55 pm
Folks like us could never fuss
With schools and books and learning. Credits:
In The Name of the Moon: Natsube & Rosemilk
Sailor Duhr's art: Natsube & Kuropeco
Mags' civilian form: LizzyMoo & Kuropeco
Banners: trash goblin
Lyrics: Annie Get Your Gun
Duhr's original design doodle: Molten Tigrex
Sailor Moon: Naoko Takeuchi
Still we've gone from A to Z,
Doin' what comes naturally!
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 6:00 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 5:59 pm
Solo - End of the Line
May 20, 2013
"Mags, letter for you!"
As the word "letter" reached the blonde student's ears, blue eyes winced.
A letter.
A letter was never good - no one had any reason to write to her, heck, most of her friends back at home could hardly bother to spell their names correctly, much less stay in touch with her about their lives or hers.
"Looks like you've got two of them." Her roommate casually dropped the letters on her standard-issue comforter and Mags spread her lanky legs out, stretching them out before returning to an indian-style sitting position.
One hand gingerly reached out and touched the first letter. The paper was crisp and white, clearly from an automated machine as opposed to a person's desk. The return address read the same as hers - Crystal Academy.
Well, that's never any good.
Finals had been the week prior, the junior having struggled to make it to all of her courses, much less completing the tests. She knew the results that were contained in the letter would be far from pleasant, which would only mean more depressing letters to come later on.
One finger slid under the envelope's seal and pulled, carelessly ripping apart the top. Her eyes immediately caught the color red....red? Oh, no. In big red letters at the top of the notice said the words she dreaded - PROBATION.
Even her simple mind knew what that meant. She'd been through probation before, barely scooting her way out of it last year when she fell behind in classwork then.
The other letter was less automated, the stationary a cream color with handwritten penmanship for the address. Mags knew without even having to look at the return address who this letter was from. Auntie.
Unceremoniously ripping the second letter's envelope up, she took a deep breath before reading the contents. It was just as she'd expected.... she wasn't allowed to come back for the summer. Excuse after excuse, this was the third summer in a row where her Aunt had refused to let her return home and see her friends - see her old life - because she'd be little more than a nuisance to her elderly caretaker.
Her fist closed with the letter in it, the paper crumpling loudly. It wasn't fair. She hadn't asked to come to this city, come to this fancy newfangled school and be forced to learn all this...all this learnin'! She wanted to be home with Pa, with her friends and the farm animals...she wanted life to be simple again. Sure, she loved Dan and parts of her new life, but all of this was just too darn confusing.
Glancing away from her bed, her eyes settled on the nearby trashcan, nearly filled to the brim with To Go boxes, much to the chagrin of her roommate's clean tendencies.
That was it.
As if the Heavens had parted and shown down the Light of Inspiration on her, Margaret Butler knew what she needed to do.
She needed to go.
"Ah'm done with this."
Rising from her bed, the nearly six-foot tall student marched to her closet and pulled out her raggedly old carpetbag. This wasn't the life for her. She wasn't going to live any life according to what some prissy school wanted, or what Auntie wanted neither. She was going to live it her way.
It only took a few minutes for her to collect what few items she had to her name. There was enough money squirreled away under her mattress to pay for a couple nights in a hotel, but Mags wasn't worried. Smiling, she stuffed what money she had into her bra and continued her march, out of her bedroom, down the hallway and out the front door, ignoring her roommate's very, very confused look.
She was going to go out and start her life out in Destiny City the way she wanted to, money and book-smarts be damned.
And she was gonna do it good, too!
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 6:00 pm
Solo - Derp Done Derp'd Off!
May 25, 2013
"Derp! Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerp!"
Heels clicked along the sidewalk as excessively curly ringlets bobbed up and down with every step. Curls surrounded her - they got in her eyes, they got in her ears, the curls were everywhere, no matter how hard she tried to shove them back. Gloved fists were pressing down into the sides of her poofed-up skirt, the bows bouncing with every step of her high heel shoes.
But her girly outfit didn't matter. The tear in her sleeve didn't matter, nor did the skid mark on her knee or the rip in her pantyhose. What mattered was that no matter how hard she looked, Derpraline was no where to be found.
She'd yelled at her, harshly too, as the kitten had tried her best to help in the battle against the youma. Duhr knew she was only trying to help, but she'd gotten so worked up in the fight that she'd said some terrible things with the intention of shooing the kitten away, not hurting her feelings to the point that she'd disappear forever.
"DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERP!"
She heard snickering. Turning her head sent a tumble of curls in every direction and one hand rose to, once again, shove them out of her line of sight.
Across the street lingered two men - they looked more like lowlife thugs, to Duhr - who were both watching and laughing at the poor senshi. Clearly watching some overdressed woman in frills and lace running around in the middle of the night screaming the word "derp" over and over again was humorous to them, but the sailor scout saw little that was funny about her dire situation.
"Hey!" She hollered out towards them, her heels now clicking across the street. Both of their eyes widened as they watched her approach in their direction, their laughter stifled, but a smirk still lined both of their mouths. "Hey, have ya seen a cat 'round these parts? Fluffy 'lil bugger, about this big - " her hands rose, making a round motion with her fingers to indicate the cat's general size, "- and has a tiny little green hat? Well, maybe not the hat, she probably lost the thing when she was runnin' away, but, y'know, she might still have it..."
Upon hearing her description, the men resumed their laughter, no longer concerned about being approached by the ridiculously dressed woman. This, naturally, pissed the senshi off something fierce.
"Look, y'all can just say ya haven't seen her, y'all don't have to be laughing like that."
The laughing intensified, the men clearly amused by her backwoods accent on top of everything else. The senshi's fist once again balled up at her sides, but this time, it wasn't out of frustration over not finding her lost Guardian.
A moment later and the laughter stopped, silenced by a white-gloved fist to the face for one of the unfortunate spectators. Two moments after that and the men were running off into the distance, yelling and screaming as a long-legged woman in a poofy-skirt and ringlet curls chased and stumbled after them, her somewhat dainty-looking fists flying in the air.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 9:53 pm
Solo - House of Waffles
June 3rd, 2013
It was a sanctuary during dark times. A beacon of hope. Heaven on Earth. And it was open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
She was tired. So very tired.
Mags could hardly keep her eyes open as she walked. Shoulders hunched forward, her head hung low. Every now and again, she'd suck in air between her teeth, wincing at the pain of the weight of her carpetbag on her shoulder.
It had been days since she'd had a good night's rest. She refused to go back to Crystal Academy (and certainly not to Auntie's, not for all the waffles in the world) but her money was running low and the hotel had threatened to call the police if she didn't vacate after realizing she'd miscalculated her expenses and was short on her bill.
There was one place, though. One place she knew would brighten up her spirits, a place that could take the last five dollars to her name and in exchange, give her the most precious gift on Earth.
She sighed. Even her hair had grown haggard, giving up on the fight to stay curly as damp waves stuck to the back of her neck, beads of sweat dripping down the sides of her cheek as she trudged onward towards the golden rectangular beacon of amazingness.
Tiredly, she opened the door, pushing her weight against the metal bar as though it took the remaining strength from her. The carpetbag fell down to her side and she thrust it into a nearby booth, taking a seat next to the weathered fabric. Weary eyes studied the placemat menu, but she already knew what she wanted. She always knew what she wanted.
"Out late, aren'tcha, honey?"
Her gaze never left the menu. She knew this waitress - well, manager, for that matter. This late in the evening, it was usually the manager who helped serve tables, the midnight crew running a skeleton shift. They knew each other well enough, Mags having paid this location more than the occasional visit when she was out late patrolling or avoiding studying. Or craving waffles, mostly.
"Waffles."
It was the only response she could muster. The manager prodded her gently, asking a few more questions, but the only answer she received was a quiet request. "Waffles."
"Alright, alright," the woman conceded, giving up as she raised her hands in defeat, her body shifting to head towards the kitchen. "Coming right up."
The evening was quiet, one other soul in the restaurant at the same time as she. A lonely looking man, sipping on his half-finished coffee as he stared at the window. A sad expression was painted across his face and if Mags had been any less exhausted than she was, she might have given him some much needed company.
But Mags herself needed help... more help than anyone here could help her, she figured. Why didn't this sailor senshi crap come with perks and benefits too? How come it was her responsibility to keep the baddies from destroying the city when she didn't even have the ability to care for herself, to keep a roof over her head and decent grub in her stomach. After this meal, she didn't have a clue where she'd go. Maybe she should start heading back towards the farm?
Sighing, she rested her forehead against her arms, pressing both onto the table. Her eyes closed and she felt the comforting embrace of sleep for only a few minutes until the familiar sound of dishes clinking on the table woke her.
"Extra large stack, puddin'."
The comment finally brought a smile to the tired girl's face as she reached forward to grab her knife and fork. Unexpectedly, however, the manager did not walk away, but instead took a seat across from her in the booth.
"They're on the house, if you tell me what's going on, Maggie."
Mags continued to stare at the waffles, pausing mid-cut. She could really use that five dollars for something else...but she also didn't like announcing her troubles to kind folks. It was bothersome.
"Got no place to go."
Her answer was brief, followed up with a mouthful of fluffy deliciousness. She chewed on the bite for a moment, her expression thoughtful. "Not that I really had a place to begin with, 'round here."
"Aren't you one of the students over at...where was it...that girl's academy?"
She shook her head, tangled blonde hair swaying with the motion. "Na. Used to be. Not no more."
"Don't you have a home, sweetheart?"
Another mouthful of waffles, soon washed down with a gulp of water. She shook her head again. "Pa died a couple years back. Don't got anyone."
Not necessarily true, but not necessarily wrong, either.
The manager grew quiet at that, her own face growing more serious, the concern still etched within the wrinkles of her middle-aged face. Feeling awkward, Mags simply continued to do what she did best: eat.
It didn't take long for the waffles to disappear from the plate, even with the extra few layers stacked on top, the whipped cream soaked manna pieces from heaven sustaining her energy for another day or so.
"Have you got a job, at least?" The manager's voice sounded a little wary, as if worried she would offend the young girl.
"Nope."
"Well, would you like one?"
This question caught the former student off guard completely. Bright blue eyes looked up to meet the woman across from her's, her mouth slacked open. "Ya mean... here? At the Waffle House?"
The manager nodded. It was her turn to smile.
It hadn't occurred to her to get a job yet - maybe it was one of those solutions that were just so simple that they were easy to look over? Maybe in the back of her mind, she'd never imagined anyone willing to hire out a teenager with no retail, no city life experience to handle a position that didn't directly involve cattle or shooting?
Still not sure she was believing what she was hearing, the girl gave the manager a quizzical look. "Yew sure yew want me? Ah don't know the first thing 'bout workin' in a food joint."
Wincing, she realized she probably shouldn't have admitted not being adequate enough for a job she was just offered.
But the manager's smile never wavered. "I would bet my own job, Maggie, that you know the menu better than anyone else who already works here." Reaching across the table, one hand gently rested on top of Mag's. "I know what it's like to have fallen on bad times, trust me. And I also know that if you worked half as good as you do cleaning your plate, you'll fit right in here. All it takes is jotting down orders, delivering food - why, the cash register does all the math for you, all you have to worry about afterwards is the cleaning up."
The hand atop hers gave a small squeeze. "So, what do you say? I can even let you stay with me, until you've saved up enough for rent. Sound like a plan?"
Had a stranger on the street made such an offer, Mags would have scoffed. But then again, she knew the manager here. Well, sort of.
What other option did she really have?
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Mags nodded slowly, the country girl finding herself choked up at receiving such a kind offer from someone who didn't owe her nothin' in the world.
"Ah'd like that," she finally whispered. "Ah'd like that a lot."
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 6:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 6:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 6:04 pm
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