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 Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 5:29 pm
The half-finished sign in Slaughter's shop was starting to look more like mess than message and his mind badly needed a bit of clearing. He decided to take a walk to calm his nerves. He didn't even care that he was still wearing his older shop clothes which were splattered with bright drips of paint, new and old.
He eventually reached a quaint little cafe along the way. It occurred to him he could kill two birds with one stone at a place like this; calm and clear his mind and perk up with as much caffeine as his still-heart could handle.
He cracked the door and peered inside. He hoped it wasn't too busy to suit a solitary creature such as himself.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 9:17 pm
The cafe wasn't too busy, but it wasn't dead either. It was just enough that nearly every table and lounge seat was taken. The only free one that didn't have a chair taken from it to join a friend was near an extravagantly dressed long-haired ghoul sipping tea and doing something in a large sketch pad. She was absorbed in whatever she was doing, clearly tuning out the world around her.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 4:09 am
Slaughter wandered the cafe in search of an empty place just for him. It took a while before he finally found the empty seat beside the long-haired ghouls side. He waited for a menu for all of 7 seconds before turning restlessly in his seat to look around. He noticed a rock monster and boulder beast in a table nearby first. They seemed to be deep in a conversation about how to treat cracked 'skin'. He didn't know anything about that and joining in seemed a bit rude. That was rude - right? He kept looking. He then noticed his other temporary neighbor. A sketchbook? A subject he could understand. His lips curled to flash long sharp teeth. "What are you drawing?" It went against every rule about sketching that he knew of.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 2:13 pm
Junko took a moment to nurse at her tea while staring down at the sketchbook she had propped up on her lap with the table keeping it upright. She hummed, lifting the pencil with a long tendril of hair to jot something down in the corner of the page before setting her cup down to take the pencil in her own hand again. Maybe if she-- "GYAH!" The sudden voice startled her. She jumped in her seat, flailing to keep from losing her sketchbook, and all of her hair seemed to expand and cover her like a thick curtain of protection. There came a cackling from the same general area but it didn't seem to match the delicate voice of the little lady he had just scared. It was harsher, more malicious, and entirely too amused by what had just happened. Oh wait...right. She was in public. There were creeple around. Right. "O-oh! Um. Haha. Hi. Sorry about that, you startled me, I forgot where I was.." Junko pushed her hair back away from her and righted herself, clearing her throat and blushing with embarrassment. Good job, Junko. "U-um. Just. It's..it's kind of embarrassing. They're ideas for wedding gowns. It's silly, really."
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 6:30 pm
Slaughter may have been expecting a bit of defiance, perhaps some shy sort of meek answer, what he wasn't expecting was what could best be described as a hair-splosion. Her fright must have been contagious as all his mind could bear to do was allow him the dignity of not drooling too much as he stared in silent shock. His bad eye slowly began to roll back until it was solid white. Even after his question was finally answered in that quiet sort of squeaky way he was half expecting at the start, he seemed almost unresponsive. Then with a cough and a hack it became clear his body decided to breathe again, seeing as breathing was sometimes a good thing. "Hu-hu-ha-ha-yah," he panted his words out softly. He took another deep calming breath, "wedding dress-hah sounds-hah nice. You-uh... you getting hitched?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 9:17 am
Junko blinked as he coughed and hacked. Um..was he all right? "Not..yet. He hasn't actually proposed yet, but he's going to. A-and that's not..like...overconfidence! I swear! It's something we agreed on." A tiny little smile teased at the corner of her mouth as she recalled their discussion. Yes, he would! She was sure of it. "I just figured I should be prepared." Oh! Where were her manners! "I'm Junko, by the way. It's nice to meet you."
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2014 5:50 pm
Slaughter seemed to bounce back rather quickly after his initial terror filled response, already sliding right into a playfully exaggerated pout. "Always sad to hear when a pretty ghoul is off the market." He held up an imaginary mug as he had not actually ordered anything yet, "a toast to the blushing bride." He went to drink to the toast, but well... He slid right back into smiling at Junko again. "I'm Slaughter and the pleasure is all mine miss Junko." There was a small niggling question though, "do you usually design dresses? You seem like you were in the zone there."
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2014 8:26 pm
She chuckled and nodded. "Sorry to ruin it for you." Her smile became a grin when he toasted to her, and she picked up her teacup to join him in his toast. He was nice! She could take a little break from drawing to talk to him. "Slaughter! Quite the name! I hope it's not an earned name?"At his question she nodded. "Uh huh! Not always dresses, but they're my favorite! It's what I do for a living. Pretty much everything I wear, I made. Not everything but..well...almost." Junko flipped through other pages to show him what she was talking about. A variety of designs; dresses, full outfits, suits, hats, accessories. Everything. "What do you do, Slaughter?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 5:50 pm
"Depends on what'cha mean by earned," he teased with a flash of sharp teeth. His smug look bled into a thoughtful clench of the jaw as he inspected her materials curiously. A bit softer than he was personally used to. "Sculptures," he replied thoughtfully and scratched his chin with a single claw. "Not soft ones though," he felt the need to clarify. "Hard ones made of things like rubber and metal." He gave a single affirming bob of his head, "mostly signs though. Like, for shops." He offered her a business card for verification.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 3:22 pm
Junko laughed. "Well, either you were slaughtered or you slaughtered someone else. Both would be a really unfortunate turn of events, no?" She had seen a slaughter before and it was...not good. Not good at all. It wasn't her cup of tea. Glowing green eyes widened slightly when he explained what he did for a living. That was so cool! But what was a soft sculpture? When the card was offered to her she accepted it and read it over. "You can make sculptures out of rubber?" How did that work? Did they carve it like stone but with knives and scissors?
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 4:14 pm
"Orrrr~ possibly a name handed down in the family, quite likely too don'cha think?" He beamed at her with a bit too much enthusiasm. It was after all, just a name.
At her follow up question, he bobbed his head excitedly. "You can make sculptures out of anything actually, I just prefer my things to be hard." He felt the need to clarify yet again. Seamstressery, a word he'd just made up on his own, seemed just like sculpture to him. The results being an object that could be used or placed on display and admired as a physical 3rd dimensional entity on its own.
While his thoughts considered such things, he simply smiled at her in a dazed manner.
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