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 Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 5:29 pm
Danny had honestly been in the maul for shits and giggles. There wasn't anything in the maul she could possibly want that her parents wouldn't be able to arrange for her. Sure, she couldn't buy immensely expensive things, but Danny wasn't interested in a lifesize carving of Jack made out of cheese anyways. She mostly ran off food and the occasional purchase of clothing. She was simple.
Still, she was in the maul looking through windows for anything and everything. Much to the disapproval of the owner, she had spent almost 2 hours in the minipet store, making fishy faces at the punkeesh. It was entertaining, really.
The fire ghoul was actually just about to leave the maul. She had spent her day wisely (not at all) and was ready to head back to Amityville for some well-deserved Left 4 Live. Homework. Homework was what she meant.
Just as she was pushing the exit door open, something in the small, rather run-down maul store caught her eye. A familiar blonde-purple head of hair caught her eye though. Roch.
"Roooooooooooooooooooooooooch!" she squealed, busting through the doors of the small ... department store? It seemed rather shabby for that. More like a junk store. Whatever. Immediately, Danny attached herself to the boil and blathered, "Whatareyoudoinghereyoushouldbebackatschoolandstuff."
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 5:32 pm
Roch blinked, looking at her blankly and rewinding what she had just said to replay and listen to mentally. "I'm looking for pants," he said finally, once he had a clear idea what she was blabbering about. He kept going through the rack of pants in front of him, pulling out a pair of black ones and tossing them to the side. "Thanks to SOMEONE I'm out."
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 5:56 pm
Danny caught the jeans mid-air and put them back on the rack. He really should be less messy in the store. Then again, Danny wasn't really one to talk. Her room was a mess. Her appearance was a mess. She was a mess in general.
Danny's eyebrows furrowed in her "thinking face." Someone? "Oh you mean Mr. Goat? That sucks." She tapped her chin and started sifting through the jeans rack. Man, Roch had horrible taste in clothing. It was far too ... too ... much clothing. Danny would positively fry up in something like this. Danny held up a pair of ghoul's jeans. "I think these fit you, without a doubt!" she said with a laugh. She put the jeans back on the rack; no need to add ... well ... gasoline to the flame.
With a tilted head, she realized what a shitty shop Roch had picked. It still hadn't quite clicked that not everyone could afford Never 21 and Hollowster jeans. "Hey Roch, why are you shopping in this store?" she said bluntly.
Grabbing his wrist, she added, "C'mon let's go find you better jeans." She immediately started dragging him towards the door. It's not like he could argue either. Once Danny had a goal, there was no stopping her. Unless there was something shiny to the side of the road. Or she got tired. Or bored of the quest. Okay, maybe there were a lot of things to stop her.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 6:03 pm
"More than just the goat!" Roch said as she hauled him along. "Somehow all my pants seem to catch on FIRE," he growled, sighing and giving up. He'd have to come back later, he thought, waving briefly to the skelly that ran the shop. "But what's the point in spending a lot of cash when I go through pants so fast?" he asked, sounding a bit pouty.
He glanced around as she pulled him, idly wondering if he would look good in stripes after all. Nah, and especially not pink skintight. Maybe purple-- "Where are we going? You do realize I'm broke off my a** at the moment, don't you?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 6:45 pm
Oh. He meant the three times she'd burned his pants. Right. "Oh. Uhh ... yeah oops. Sorry about that." She kept walking though, it didn't phase her much. Sure, she felt bad, but they were just pants.
Where were they going? Well Danny didn't really know. She'd only ever shopped for ghoul clothes ... never boil clothes. "Well we'll start at Dead Navy," she bluffed, "And work our way over to J.C. Skelly's." Matter of factly, she nodded her head as if this was a sagely decision on her part.
Money? Oh that's right, Roch had none. "Uhmmm ... I'll just pay for them. Burnt your jeans, I should pay for new ones right?" Even if she hadn't burnt them, she would've gladly bought Roch new jeans. That's what friend's were for, right?
All at once, Danny came to a complete hault in the direct center of the walkway. She was busy staring at something.
Something beautiful.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 7:04 pm
"You don't--" He stopped, turning and looking at what she was looking at. For a moment a mix of emotions rushed through him. He felt like groaning, then he paused, a thoughtful look on his face.
"Wellll..." he said slowly. "I bet they got some interesting stuff in there," he whispered next to her ear. "All sorts of interesting stuff in there. You wanna go?"
Because, frankly, it would just be plain entertaining to see her in a toy store.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 8:43 pm
Ohhhh, Roch was totally egging her on, wasn't he? He was probably just going to make fun of her the whole time. Laugh at her, hysterically the entire time.
Sad part? Danny took the bait.
She marched straight into the store without even a second thought, Roch in tow. Now the majority of the store was probably under the age of 12, scarelings galore, but Danny? Danny fit right in.
Her gut instinct was to just run to the bikes and fling herself around the store, but Roch at least anchored her to the point of politeness. So instead she stood there with a stupid glazed over look on her face. This was the best. Store. Ever. "Roch ... Roch I wanna plaaaaay." She tugged on his shirt, with big eyes that said "pleeeease. Pleeeeeease."
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 8:47 pm
He looked around, mentally tagging the harried parents from the harried store workers. Then doing a bit of mental calculations he grinned, an evil, evil grin that struck the heart of any grinch that might have been in the area.
"Danny, Danny, Danny," he said, shaking his head slightly. "There's a way that a toy store should be approached," he told her, placing a companionable hand on her shoulder. "You should start with the small stuff first and work your way up to the big stuff. In other words, game aisle straight ahead!" he said, racing forward.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 12:15 am
Danny looked at Roch with wide eyes. What did he mean there was a system and games a-
OH GOD HE WAS GETTING AWAY.
Danny immediately caught up to him and jumped on his back. After securing her position, she pointed towards the game aisle and said, "GO ROCH GO!" It was really nice to actually see Roch not mocking her for something for once. Actually, it was really nice to just see him not in an uptight mood for once.
Game aisle though eh? Didn't that just mean board games? Danny was really bad with board games. With her patience level and ability to burn most of them, things never ended well.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 7:10 am
"You weigh a ton," he complained, adjusting his balance as he went forward. It was just a marvel that he didn't fall flat on his face from the piggy back ride, she was almost as big as he was!
Skelevisions lined the row, each with a different game system attached, trying to attack the players through the plastic casing. Roch grabbed one of the controllers, playing a bit of Scario before moving to the next to see what it was. He had never actually sat down and played an entire game on a gaming console. Firstly, he'd never had one, secondly, it got boring after a bit, he figured. But it was fun to goof off with them in the toy store.
Or it had been, when he'd been a kid. About the third time, when Fang had robbed the toy store blind as he distracted the owners, he'd stopped going in. Something about being the red herring for a toy store heist even made ROCH a bit worried.
But Fang wasn't here.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 11:36 am
"Heyyyy. I don't weigh that much." Most ghouls would be offended at the idea of themselves being heavy. Danny didn't mind the conjecture though. More weight to pummel people with, right? Well at least he wasn't telling her to get down. As soon as they hit the game aisle, Danny jumped off though. She wasn't really interested in looking at the video games, but Roch seemed to be having the time of his life. Did he not visit toy stores often? Well he shouldn't after all.
Come to think of it, what toys did Roch have? Danny still hadn't visited his dorm, so she didn't know if he had enough toys to play with or not. One always needed as many toys as possible. "Hey Roch, you can play that at my dorm, don't bother with it," she said, waving off the game as if it was a scoop of mud.
Situated next to the video games were the bikes though. Worst decision the staff could've made.
Danny tugged on Roch's sleeve and said, "Roooooch. Biiiikes." Without another word, she went running towards the bike aisle and grabbed a rickety black one with a skull-shaped basket on the handlebars. She immediately began zooming through the aisles, not even caring where Roch had ended up.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 11:42 am
Roch snorted, not ABOUT to go to her dorm room any time soon, and looked at the bikes--then past them. Skateboards. He felt a tiny little grin pulling at his lips as he saw one left out of the box. It had been a while since he tried one of these, back when he was a kid, really, but if he remembered--
He put one foot on the board, rocking it back and forth for a second as people started screaming at Danny to stop riding the merchandise. Then he got on, bending his legs slightly and shoving off the ground.
It was astonishing that he didn't land on his a** considering how long it had been since he did this.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 12:18 pm
"MISS, DON'T RIDE THE MERCHA-"
That was all Danny heard as she went zooming around the store, laughing like an idiot. Which, she was. Roch seemed to be entertaining himself with a skateboard, though he didn't seem to be able to handle it well. Had he never ridden a skateboard before?
With a cascade of laughter, Danny threw the bike back down where she found it and picked up a skateboard of her own. Now Danny, unlike Roch, was quite seasoned in the ways of skateboard. She couldn't do amazing trips, but when you skateboard down roofs for fun, you learn a thing or two. She caught up to Roch and laughed. "Race you to that barb-ie aisle!"
Without another word she took off down the aisle, orange hair streaming behind her like a lightstrip straight out of Tron. Now this was fun. Why couldn't they do stuff like this more often?
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 12:29 pm
He chased after her, getting more confident with each moment. "I want one of these!" he said, catching up with her finally. "This is awesome!" He could do a s**t load of things faster with this! He pulled to a stop at the Barb-ie aisle, staring at the dolls blankly with a hint of horror on his face.
"Why... in the jack... did we come here?" he asked, listening for the people chasing them. They hadn't caught up, and the toy store was pretty massive, so it might take them a while... but still.
"Those things are seriously creepy. And not in a good way."
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 1:45 pm
Danny shrugged, pulling her skateboard into an abrupt skidding stop. Yeah, she definitely liked these boards. They weren't as beat up as her own skateboard back at home, so they ran a lot smoother. Sure, she wasn't as comfortable on them, but it was definitely in better shape than her board for 5 years.
Her face twisted into a mischievous smile, and she picked up a Ken Barb-ie. It was missing half its hair, and it's clothes were all tattered. It's eyes were a shocking red with black sclera, and his fangs were fully protruded. It was endearing really. Danny had quite a few of these when she was little, but she never really kept any of them or played with them as she properly should've. Many of them were headless by now, run over by bikes and rollerblades galore. One of them had a melted face.
It was nostalgic for a moment or two and then it was gone. Danny held up the Ken doll and said, "Is the big bad Roch afraid of Ken?" She shoved the doll into his face and laughed.
A shout from the next aisle over her startled her out of teasing. She picked up the skateboard and started pushing with her foot again, taking off down the aisle. As she scooted away, she shouted, "Hey Roch, how much were these?" She laughed and continued sailing towards the music aisle. They'd have guitars there right?
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