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 Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 1:50 am
Pilot grumbled as he walked down a street towards one of the local grocery stores. Uncle Morphy was out of town on business and Mom was ‘busy’ so he was delegated with the chore of the weekly shop. It wouldn’t have been so bad if Mom hadn’t insisted that he shop at a particular store because its fruit was the freshest which was fair enough but the store was the furthest away, right near the graveyard. He was already tired from the walk there so he couldn’t imagine how beat he’d be after the walk home with all the shopping. Finally arriving at the store he paused as he pulled out his checklist, grabbed a basket before picking a random isle and walking down it.
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Posted: Sat May 08, 2010 2:08 am
Anon had a similar grievance, sort of. While he was always the one selected to do the store run several times a night, this time was slightly different; he was up earlier. The sun was in the processes of setting, and the night crew, who had to come in early for a meeting, were banging on the door to his crypt an hour earlier than normal to get him up to go to the store. He absolutely hated getting up when the sun was still out; it meant it might be that much easier to see his face, and that always unnerved him.
Soon enough he was dressed and out the door with his list and some cash, heading to the store closest to him to make it that much easier. Had it been later at night, it would have been a store well out of his way. He waved a gloved hand at the store manager, who seemed more than surprised to see him there so early, grabbed a basket and headed down an aisle.
Anon had become so used to being the only one in the store that he navigated without looking up, his shadowed gaze on the piece of paper in his hand. Of course, not paying attention had the kid walk right into the silver haired boy!
It was nothing more than a bump, but the odd-smelling boy jumped back as if he'd been burned, his paper fluttering to the ground and his hands waving apologetically in front of him, his head lowered a bite more so his hat and hood obscured most of his face. He didn't mean to, honest!
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 3:51 am
Pilot let out a small startled noise when he was bumped into, he’d been concentrating on finding the correct brand of flour amongst the numerous choices. Turning around to face whoever had bumped into him he raised an eyebrow at the odd scene, it was only a small bump, why was the other so panicky? Giving him (She?) an odd look he noticed that their checklist had been dropped and scooped down, picking it up before offering it to them. “Hi....?”
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 5:24 am
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