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 Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 7:17 am
 Beatrix loved shopping with every fibre of her being; she could spend hours at the cosmetic s stands alone and shoes... Oh lord, you could never spend enough time picking out the right pair of heels, it was like a wedding, a lifetime commitment. Currently she was having a rather long and extended honeymoon period with a right pair of beauties, both spiked and floral, elegant yet punkish! They caressed her feet in a way no man could, oh – how could any relationship fulfil her more than this? She was almost purring as she wandered down the streets, large pile of papers in hand, eyes focused on her new footwear. Ears loving that click they made against the pavement - oh, the sweet symphony that only came with a designer label.
Unfortunately today was not a day she could indulge in her love for fashion, there was more important matters to take care of, like finding her b***h of a cousin. Vennie had been missing for a worrying amount of time, even by her standards. Her cousin was always getting herself into trouble, but she was never irresponsible. Rent day had come and gone and there was still not as much as phone call. Bea sighed, she was fine, it was Vennie.... Vennie was indestructible. Still, if she was not going to come home of her own accord then she had no choice but to hunt her down. She probably was just with some greaser, riding fast bikes and well... other things too. Yes, that must be it. Maybe she was stranded in another state, without as much as her purse and phone.
Indeed, that was more believable than any alternative Bea could think up.
Unless the zombies got her...
No. Vennie and Bea had clocked up way too many hours on Left for Dead for that to happen. A Malloroyx taken down by the undead? Never.
Bea stretched out and looked to her side, she needed to get started somewhere and well... this shop was the closest one to her. In truth it kind of looked like the kind of place Vennie might shop in anyway. The red-head swung open the door enthusiastically, before strolling over to the front desk with a determined look in her pale green eyes.
She would have her cousin back by sundown.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 9:23 pm
 Florica had been in the back of the store, preparing garments to bring out front, when the chime of the door alerted her to a costumer. Since it had been slow goings lately the store was operating on a two person system, Flo and a teen-aged girl whose named escaped her. Said teen was currently outback talking on her cellphone, not that Flo minded considering it was her break but it meant that she was going to have to break away from folding to answer that.
Heading out of the back, with a cloud of vanilla perfume following her, she rounded the corner towards the counter. Smiling to the red-headed woman who had entered, she gave the practiced greeting, "Welcome, how can I help you today? We have a few sales on so don't be shy to ask about something sweetie." The sweetie was a habit, and so was the run over the girls wardrobe the older woman was giving her. Such a cute set of boots, "oh wow those shoes," she couldn't help but gush, fashion was a passion after all.
It took Flo a moment, but looking over the girls clothing led her to the papers in her hand. Curiosity getting the better of her she smiled brighter and inquired, "is there something you need to ask about posting?" Posting happened frequently, and Flo for one liked to read all of the flyers that came in to be put to the window. Of course they were limited what was going up, generally sticking to community flyers and lost pets but if the person convinced her well enough Flo was often persuaded into posting other things as well.
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 8:10 pm
"Thanks! I-" Bea's usually happy tone came through strong and any other day she would happily have had a full length conversation about the philiosphy of womens footware, however her voice trailed off onto a more serious note, almost like the life was being sucked out of it as the words were pulled from her throat. The red-head paused feeling imbalanced all of a sudden. Like what Flo had said had totally.... surprised her, it almost felt like talking to an alien, it was so surreal. It was not like her to be shy! What the ********? The confusion must have been clear on her face, even if the reason behind it wasn't.
She cleared her throat and nodded at the, frankly quite attractive, woman behind the counter. The poster, that was right. She pulled the papers from her chest and unintentionally met the eyes of her cousin, full of life even when printed on paper. She paused and time ticked by, an uncomfortable amount of time to remain silent when in a conversation with someone, but to her it felt like seconds. Bea got lost somewhere on that paper, she did not know what she was thinking, in truth no thoughts passed through her mind - she just kept looking down at the sheet like it held the meaning of life itself.
"I mean. I-" Not realizing that more words had escaped her lips she swallowed hard and shook her head. All of a sudden she could feel her ears burn and her eyes dampen, threatening to spill over at any minuet. "s**t." She mumbled, holding the papers to her face as if to hide her shame.
God damn it Vennie! I am so mad at you! How could you do this to me! You selfish son of a b***h! Where are you? Why the ******** won't you come home!
Beatrix Mallaroyx, Queen of the Beam, Red-headed hell-b***h and self proclaimed bad girl broke down in a public display of weakness that was totally out of character for her. She sobbed and let out loud howls from the pain she suddenly felt in her chest, her throat dry and sore with the pitch of her screams almost like she hoped that, wherever she was, Vennie would hear her agony and come running. She always did. When they were kids. When they were teens and even now when they were adults; whenever Bea cried - Vennie whipped away her tears and told her to man up.
But where was she now?
Where was her Bro?
Where was her Best Friend?
Where was the one person in this world that she would readily die for?
And what was she going to do now that she was gone?
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 12:53 pm
Her look turned slowly from expectant as the girl spoke to concern when the young woman cut off. Confused she just smiled, waiting for the other woman to catch up to the conversation and hoping she hadn't spooked her if she was perhaps shy. After a moment of silence passed Flo's smile turned a little queer, feeling a little awkward and just about to ask if everything was ok. Though her inquiry was put to a hold when a clearing of throat came.
Anyone else might have had a finger on the stores panic button but not Flo. No, she was already rounding the counter to the poor girl. A sympathetic look in her eye as the papers were held out then paused upon. Flo knew that look, it was the same one she had seen on every lost dog owners face. With motherly instinct tugging at her heartstrings Flo hesitantly moved closer still only stopping when the girl snapped back and cursed. A soft sweet as honey chuckle sounded and once more she moved, now at the young ladies side.
"Hush now sweetie, your ok.. let Flo have a look at your papers, maybe I can help you." She said softly, trying to coax the girl from her tears and into giving her the papers that were blocking her face. Hesitantly the woman moved a slender hand out to touch the girl's shoulder, giving her a rub to help relax her. "Shh....it's ok it'll be ok.." Flo felt heartbroken just listening to the loud wails as such she could only imagine what kind of a dog lover this poor girl must have been, it was likely a long time family pet she thought. Thinking fast she attempted to guide the girl towards the seat behind the counter, "come on honey, won't you have a seat?"
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