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 Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 8:22 pm
So uh. Yeah. Jeanne? She'd never been grocery shopping. These kinds of things were usually done for her, because she was a busy ghoul with things to see and people to do. Also, because she was spoiled.
But with a new school came a new attitude: she could wing this. Being a new star with a new career and a new place to bunk meant new... What was that word... Oh yeah, responsibilities. No more chef to cook her food, no more butler to run errands.
Adorned in her Scareylin Monroe sunglasses and head scarf, the ghoul grabbed a basket and went to it.
What... What did she buy to make food now?
It was a mind-bending question, as there were aisles upon aisles at this store. Full of different things. So many options, oh, she felt like swooning! The dramatic hand to her head sort of spelled that out.
And there she stood. In the middle of the entrance. Fully prepared to swoon.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 8:30 pm
Naturally, this was a good time for a hero to appear and offer to assist her.
What she got instead? Kettil walking right into her from behind and stumbling back a bit out of surprise. He'd only walked into her because she was standing right in the entrance of the grocery store and he wasn't paying attention.
Kettil's hands reached out to make sure the other individual didn't also fall over because of his thoughtless walking about, "Hey! Sorry. I didn't see you there," Kettil was already starting to ramble.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 4:09 pm
Hey. In desperate, hopeless times like this, Jeanne would take whatever breed of clumsy hero she could get. At the very least, Kettil broke her out of the hopeless downward spiral she'd thrown herself in... For now.
Quickly, she turned around to get a good eye full of her new 'savior'. "Dude. You totally saved me from fainting. Mad props." Instead of clapping, the ghoul snapped her fingers. She was... Just a little bit different from the normal city folk one ran into around these parts.
"You seem like the kind of guy who would be willing to aid a lost cause like me." And even if he hadn't, she would've said so anyways... "I just moved here from Crawlywood and I've got no idea what essentials I need for dorm life. Help a chick out?" A clawed hand reached up to pull down her shades and give the boil a wink. At least she was pretty forward about what she needed.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 6:31 pm
He was making sure that she was alright, not quite invading her personal space and dusting her off, but just staring at her looking her over. The boil paused a second as he listened to the ghoul's request of him but not because he didn't want to do as she'd ask.
Kettil recognized her.
She winked at him.
The Muut's face lit up in a blush. He was suddenly flustered and shy. His nervousness showed through as he uttered a soft, "Sure. I-I can help ya out! It'd be my pleasure."
Yeah. She ran into another fanboil. He had figured out who she was. At least he wasn't fawning over her, and screaming that he wanted her to have his scarlings. Kettil shifted a bit wondering if he should introduce himself or if he shouldn't even bother. She was probably going to forget his name and....
"Name's Kettil," he blurted out, "I..I am...one of your fans...I LOVE YOUR MUSIC..." Hands clapped over his mouth and he wished to die.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 5:06 pm
Now that was just adorable. Lookit that little reaper blush. "My hero." The ghoul said simply, her face unchanging when the boil started to get the mumbles about being her fan. She hadn't really expected the 'disguise' to work all that well (nor did she want it to).
"Always glad to meet a fan, big K." there was indeed a good chance that she would forget his name, so short sweet nicknames worked much better.
Tapping her chin with a clawed finger, the ghoul turned to look around the store. "Tell you what, big K. You help me with this and I'll make sure you get a poster autographed by the whole band. How 'bout it?" Not that he hadn't already planned to help, but Kettil seemed like a much more down to earth person. And uh... He hadn't done that weird drooly thing like a lot of fanboils did.
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 4:56 pm
This is what was currently happening inside Kettil:  Outwardly Kettil was blushing like a fool and grinning widely, like a goof. He couldn't help it. Jeanne called him her Hero and? She was calling him Big K. He liked how that sounded. It was going directly into his ego and inflating it.
It didn't matter that she'd likely forget about him after this meeting, the fact was? She acknowledged him right now and that made his day. Kettil was the sort that clearly counted his blessings rather than misfortunes. He stared at her for a long moment, "O...Oh! You don't have to give me anything! I am just glad to help," he said sincerely.
"Just tell me what you need to get and I'll show you around and stuff," he offered in a chipper tone.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 6:03 pm
"No, no. I insist." Especially considering Kettil had no idea what he was getting into. Besides, his blush was adorable.
Quietly, Jeanne retrieved a sort of shopping list from her patchy looking purse. "Lessee. I need... All this stuff, according to my parents." The demoness just... Handed it over. It was full of things. Full of so many things. Designer things. Things that would obviously be overpriced.
Easy to imagine that she might come from a rich family. "I could've had a butler do this, but the first step in being independent is learning to fend for yourself." No, really she should've learned that ahead of time. "So you're lucky enough to be the boil who teaches me how to fish. Y'know that old, cliche saying. Give a man a fish, he eats for a day. Teach a man to fish, he's not screwed for the rest of his life." Or... Something like that.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 12:04 pm
"I guess if you insist. I can't honestly stop you," He laughed a bit.
As he took the list he also made sure to grab them a cart to share and to push around. As he stared down at the lost for a long moment he only blinked once or twice and then gazed over at Jeanne. He pursed his lips a little, "Neh? Doin' it on your own? Does that mean you get less fundage?"
There was a pause, "Not...Not that it is any of my business. I mean. Mmm...Is just if you're livin' independent then maybe you should stretch your money out more. Some of these things are pretty expensive..."
Kettil wasn't a rich boil. He didn't come from a rich family. A lot of these brand name goods might as well have been gibberish to him.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 6:38 pm
Jeanne... Hadn't really thought of that. Her parents HAD given her the 'if you pursue this we might disown you' kind of look when she left for her career in rocking out. They had wanted their little ghoul to be a fine, upstanding citizen of Halloween, after all. Doing the things good demons did.
"Hah, well man. They say money isn't everything, right?" Said the ghoul who lived in the lap of luxury since she was tiny. "I still got the money from my awesome gig. Who needs parents?" A gig that she'd just started off in. Yes, she had a nice chunk of seeds, but Jeanne was no millionaire... Yet.
But Kettil seemed to have the right idea. Yeah. Maybe she'd downsize. Live like they did on those movies. Maybe sleep on the streets once or twice and feel what it truly was to be at the bottom of the barrel. Sure, she could dig. "Man, big K. That's a wicked idea." She placed a hand on the reaper's shoulder. "You show me how to downsize this shiz and I'll figure out how to be independent. It'll be an excellent team effort."
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Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 7:23 pm
Kettil let out a small chuckle and nodded a bit, "Money ain't everything but shops don't look too kindly on ya if you ain't got enough at the checkout, ya?" He sort of tilted his head as she mentioned 'who needs parents' and found he couldn't ascribe to that particular ideal much less identify with it. Without his parents he'd quite simply be ... Lost. "Some folk still need their mummies and daddies I guess. Some don't. Just depends on what ya do to be independent from them."
Some were better at independence than others.
The Muut was very unaware of the ideas the ghoul was currently having in her head and if he had he'd probably try to correct her a little but instead he just beamed at her with a small nod, "Yeah! 'Course. I am glad to help."
She was touching his shoulder. Squeeeeeee.
Outwardly he remained cool and collected.
As he wandered them into the shop he stared down at the list as he reached out to grab the nearest cart, "Humm. First we tackle the stuff that doesn't go bad as fast like cereals and canned goods. You like any sort of canned soups and stuff?" Sexy Cocaine Hi. Sudden tag from really old RP. How u doin'.
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