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 Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 2:35 pm
Oh god Saturday. Venice hated Saturdays.Just plain out and out hated them and not just for no good reason of course! It stemmed from a long tradition of the night before being a total blur and said Saturday being the day a hangover kicked her a**. She hated Saturdays, they saw her coming, tempted her with a Friday night of partying and lulling her into a false sense of security when she was convinced the cheese burger she ate at 4am would solve all her problems. Yep she truly hated Saturdays. But now she had a better reason to hate them.
Not only was it the busiest day of the week in the shop but this week, she had to work it. It didnt matter that she had already busted her a** doing this job and studies throughout the week already but now they had to rope her in on a Saturday! Who cares who's dog died! She was hungover, heavily hung over and if the giant circles under her eyes and the sweat beads rolling of her head didnt give it away the moans from behind the shop counter certainly did. Uhhh she did not feel good.
The shop itself consisted of two floors and sold a range of art supplies from clay and paints to hobby craft material for school projects and events. It was a pretty decent little wage earner and the shop had no problem pulling in a crowd. The staff of course...well, they put more people off than welcomed, and Venice was doing just that.
"Uhhh...S-Someone...someone kill me!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 4:52 pm
"What's a better day to relax than a Saturday," Candice thought to herself as she walked down the street. For a while after being 'missing' for six weeks, Candice was very antsy, unable to concentrate on much. She managed, however, to divert most of her attention to school, in which the classes she took stressed her enough not to think about death and space. But sadly enough, she had devoted so much time to school that she didn't do much for her precious BJDs and her rapier.
Candice was walking home from the Horizon Institute and caught sight of a craft store. She must of been pretty self-absorbed in thought to have missed this place. Quickly moving to the store window, she put her hands on the window and pressed her forehead against the glass to look in. "So. Many. Things! It would be perfect to make some new clothes for Camilla, Stephan, and Nadezhda!"
As she opened the door to the shop, Candice heard someone say 'kill'. She felt a little worried, but she stopped fearing death. "H-hello? Are you alright?" Candice just peeked her head in, wondering where the shop owner was.
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 10:43 am
Venice was face down on the counter, face down and dead to the world. Her feet were tucked beneath her on the swivel chair, arms and hands eloping her hair and mutterings of pain and suffering filtered out every so often, she was truly gone. But not so much that she didnt hear the voice calling in. She had just seen the last few customers off, someone wanted a easel board, somebody else wanted 16ft of purple wool and someone else...well, she was still trying to work out why someone wanted all those clay knives but it was her problem, well not any more. Her main concern was the taste in her mouth, it was death. Death, cigarettes, booze and standard 4am cheese burger. She wanted it to end now.
"No....i mean...yes, please come in, how can i help you today...be quick..." Ahh the standard of British customer service skills, Venice did them proud. She pushed herself up from the work top and signalled for the girl to come forward. The customer would be met with a girl who's hair was now sticking in old places, mostly with sweats others by...it was best not to know. Venice was a mess.
"How..uhh...how can I help..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 11:06 am
When Candice heard the voice call her in, she thought nothing of what might the lady of been doing the other night. She hadn't been in a craft store from what felt like forever. All she did was look at all the different shelves of fabrics, buttons, sequins... Candice was very much captivated by the store. She ran her fingers on the soft rolls of fabric that she walked past, but of course, she didn't need that much fabric.
Still looking through the shelves, she walked through the aisle, headed towards where she thought the voice had come from. Without looking, she smiled and greeted the woman. "Good day to you, Miss. I'm looking for mostly smaller scraps of fabric... Not super small pieces, but pieces that I could use to make clothes for ---"
Candice finally turned and looked at the woman whom looked horribly distraught, causing her to stop mid-sentence. "Are you okay, Miss? I can look for the stuff myself if you need to sit down or something..." She trailed off as she finished her sentence. "I can look around myself and just come to you when I check out?"
She smiled and nodded at the woman. Candice was a little worried the lady might topple over...
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 5:12 am
Venice waved her hand at the girls suggestion for her to look for the items herself. She wouldn't have it! Hungover and dying she may be but leave a poor defenceless customer to this mess of a shop?? Never!!
"No, no, don't worry about it! If i collapse just make sure i don't swallow my own tongue OK?" She added with an index finger poking the side of her mouth. She was sure the girl knew where her tongue was but at that moment she had to remind herself. She was never going to get drunk again!
"So smaller pieces of fabric huh? Listen girl your skinny but you aint that skinny!" She thought of adding a finger snapping gesture to that sentence but her whole brain hurt with just the movement of leaving the chair and coming round to stand next to the customer.
"Joking of course! Your a stick! Haha!" Ahh poor Venice and her terrible humour, it was only worse because she found herself so dam funny...
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 10:08 pm
She was kind of surprised at the woman, but Candice nodded when she talked about the falling part. When she stuck her finger in her mouth, Candice covered her mouth and giggled a little bit. Her face grew red when the woman joked about her being skinny.
"Miss... Um... Let me help you a bit." Candice went under one of the woman's arm and let the weight of the owner fall onto her. "Don't worry! I may be a stick but I'm still decently strong!" She laughed a little bit again.
"Are you absolutely sure you don't want to sit down? If you have one of those... Chairs with wheels, I'd be glad to push you around if you have that. Oh! I'm Candice by the way!" She would of held out her hand to shake the woman's, but Candice was afraid of either hitting either of them against the shelves or hurting either of them.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 4:01 am
The sudden appearance of the girl by her side had Venice's head swimming! Oh god now she was being helped about like an old woman! There was only one explanation, she looked worse than she felt and that was already dog rough! But the simple gesture had Venice laughing as she pushed the girls hands away playfully, she felt like she was going to die but she could at least walk...for now.
"Haha don't be silly! I'm fine, I promise! Nothing that six million coffees and cigarettes wont fix for me!" She grinned wildly but it was plain to see the simple action made her head hurt as she brought up a hand to caress the back of her neck. "...and maybe six million aspirin too..." she muttered as she looked about trying to remember where they had stashed the fabric.
"Candice huh? Such a pretty name! Mines Venice, yeah I know, so noughties being named after a city but my parents were raving loons!" She was slowly making her way down an aisle, stopping here and there as she pushed boxes and craft items out of the way looking for material, finally stopping at the end in an aggravated huff. Tapping her head with a knuckle she tried to remember where the hell she had put it and then it struck! "UPSTAIRS!" yeah she didnt mean to shout it but shout it she did!
"Comon, comon, follow me!! Its upstairs i know it, i can smell it..." She couldn't but the woman was still sort of drunk.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 8:16 pm
After her hands got batted away, Candice knew that the woman didn't want any help. She knew that she would be ready if anything were to happen, but there was no point trying to help if she clearly wanted to do it on her own. The lady's perseverance made her smile a little bit. Despite her being the way she was, Candice liked her. It seemed to her that the lady had a lot of guts.
"Nice to meet you Miss Venice and thank you," Candice responded. She was smiling, but knew that the woman was very much preoccupied with herself to notice. "I think your name is lovely as well."
When she heard Venice shout unknowingly, Candice let out a small laugh. "Sorry... I'm not laughing at you, I swear. It's just... I've never seen someone try so hard to do something when they were... Drunk? before." Candice followed Venice obediently as they made their way up the stairs. She kept one hand on the railing as the other was slightly in front of her, ready to hold up Venice if she needed to.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 8:15 am
At the last comment Venice nearly wet herself laughing, clinging to the banister as she stopped mid way to let the rolls of mirth flow from her lips. And here she was thinking she was doing a good job at hiding her hang over!
"Hahaha, is it that obvious? Dam I am not the actor I thought i was! Haha, am so sorry! Yeah, am a little worse for wear, but I promise you a fifteen percent discount if we keep this too ourselves!" She winked even though it hurt her head to do so and carried going up the stairs. If anything she was becoming more sober and professional the further she talked with the young girl. The illusion of getting fired, it did wonders for a bad head.
Above the shop were even more aisle of mess, in an even worse state that downstairs but still somehow organized. Venice led them straight to the material she had, some a meter or two long, others mere centimetres, but all colour coordinated into large boxes from red to gold, indigo to deep blues, it was a treasure trove of fabric.
"Here we are! You can spend some time up here choosing if you like! I trust you to not steal anything, anything good at least!" She stated with another laugh, sadly all the good stuff was on ground floor but still the camera's wiring about in the corners were deterrent enough.
You dont need any help do you....what exactly do you need them for anyway?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 8:02 pm
Candice didn't really mind Venice being hung-over; she had seen he friends go through the drinking stage in high school and early college, and well, she had always been the designated driver, so she was very much used to it. She had always cared for people when they needed it. When Venice offered the discount, she shook her head. "No, no. I can keep a secret. I don't need a bribe to do that!"
She covered her mouth and giggled a little, but she quickly returned to the form where her hands tried to protect Venice from any possibility of falling. It was her 'motherly' habit that didn't seem to turn off when someone seemed to be in trouble.
When she saw the materials that she was looking for, Candice's eyes seem to sparkle just a little. She hadn't been shopping for cloth in such a long time, she really felt like a part of her just came back to her. Walking slowly past the boxes of fabric, she ran her fingers on each one, seemingly wondering which ones were calling to her. Candice felt like she was in sort of a daze until she she heard Venice ask her what she needed them for.
"Oh! I'm sorry for not saying so earlier." Candice dug through her purse, looking for her wallet. It would probably make it seem like she had been looking for pictures of her kids or something. In a sense, she was. Once she pulled out her wallet, she pulled out a small pictures of three BJDs. "I guess you can say these are my 'babies'. I haven't made clothes for them in a while, so I thought it would be a good idea to start up again!"
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 9:02 am
Taking the images Venice squinted at them for a long time before realising just what the heck they were! She had never seen dolls of this quality let alone known them as “BJD’s” and the whole thing just went right over her head.
“Dolls…..you play with….dolls?”
She looked up at the girl, then back at the pictures, girl, pictures, girl, pictures – this was not a good idea for her intoxicated brain! Stopping herself short from puking she handed back the images and allowed herself to play with some of the fabric that came to hand.
“Dolls? Heh, must admit I haven’t played with dolls since I was a kid. Had a Barbie, blew its head off in the microwave….I am guess you don’t do that same with these?”
She couldn’t quite see the illusion of them, but then again she had seen far stranger things people did as hobbies than collecting dolls to dress up.
”What do you do with them?”
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 6:00 pm
It didn't seem weird at all for Candice. People had always commented that she was a little 'old' to be playing with dolls, but of course, she didn't really play with them, per se. "I'm not really sure if... 'play' would be the right word," she told Venice as she continued to look through the piles of cloth. She saw a stack that seemed to be of a silky material. "Hm... Maybe new fancy bedtime clothes for them?"
Candice was having a hard time keeping her mind focused on both the conversation as well as browsing. When she was excited, her attention was hard to divide. "I spend a lot of time making clothes for them, mostly from my own design. It's one of the few things that I can do that I feel is creative." She laughed as she Venice mentioned 'Barbies'. "Oh goodness, my lovelies are nothing like like Barbies."
She hadn't told many people why she kept dolls. Her parents lived separately from her and sometimes she was a little lonely. Making them things... dressing them up... It gave her a sense of something she could do for 'others'. In almost a whisper, Candice told Venice a bit of her secret. "They... Kind of keep me company. With school taking up so much of my time, I kind of haven't made very many friends."
A red glow was growing on Candice's cheeks; it wasn't until after the Surrounding did she start to become more social. She knew she could make friends, just never put any time into it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 8:05 am
Watching the young girl Venice couldn’t help but smile, she looked so delicately though the material it was too cute to be true. She has such a dedication to it, like this was serious business! And why couldn’t it be? Just because she didn’t find the attraction of dressing up pieces of art with movable limbs didn’t mean it was to be shunned or made fun off. If anything it should be encouraged, the world needed more variety and this young girl was making head way already. Her grin softened when Candice mentioned them keeping her company; if the girl wanted to pull at her heart strings she was doing a dam good job of it.
“I think that’s…that’s really sweet. I bet their a lot nicer than some people out there.” She didn’t want to freak the poor girl out but she gently rested a hand on her forearm, nudging her a little to gain her attention.
“Listen, am going back downstairs, take as much time as you want up here but you know…if you ever want to hang out, your more than welcome too with me. I remember school being a b***h, you need all the support you can get and sometimes no matter how pretty dolls are they just won’t cut it. Plus you can always help me order in the best material for them, it be likeyou doing my job but me getting paid! It will be wonderful!”
She gave an extra friendly nudge before letting her hand drop and turning away, a small wave over her shoulder as she did so. “Remember I will be just downstairs if you need me Skinny Miss! Have fun!” Before the words had even left her mouth she was downstairs and back behind the counter, feet up, chair back and suspicious looking hat placed down low over her face. It was the perfect crime.
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