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 Posted: Sun May 17, 2020 7:15 pm
Ivory tilted his head one way, then the other as he curled his toes in the pair of sandals he was currently judging. He leaned back, propping himself up on his arms as he lifted his foot to observe a different angle. His mauvy eyes narrowed, and his bottom lip jutted out in dissatisfaction. In the end, the 'angle' of appearance didn't really matter. A shoe was a shoe no matter the lighting, and so many of them were so uncomfortable. What he really wanted was to just walk around without the concern of uncomfortable shoes, but if he tried to go into Walmart barefooted, their little door-greeters got all mad at him and sent him away because of something-something-hygiene.
If he was Calaverite, the skinny little brazen girl standing in his way at the door wouldn't have been able to do nothing. He could have knocked her out of the way and continued on as if she'd been nothing more than a fly. He liked being Calaverite. Cala didn't have to put up with the same s**t Ivory did. He frowned harder at the sandal's leather straps.
But General Ashanite had gotten all offended when Ivory went into crowded places while powered, and he didn't even understand why. Wasn't that what they were supposed to do? How was he supposed to take starseeds or energy or anything else if there weren't people around? And why should he bother being secretive about it if there wasn't anyone around to stop him? It wasn't like he was afraid civilians could do anything to him. He didn't get it. He didn't get it!
What was with everyone being mad at him over nothing?
With a soft hmph!, he kicked his leg out and the sandal was slung clear off his foot, flying down the aisle before clattering to the tiled floor at the alarm of a couple who happened to be walking by. The pair shot him a quick, confused look. Ivory responded by sticking his tongue out. They moved on hurriedly.
Sighing, he flopped back along the little bench where people who were trying on shoes sat. Long tendrils of navy hair spilled to the floor in messy pools that reached longingly outward, and Ivory grimaced at the ceiling.
It wasn't fair that he couldn't just do what he wanted to.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2020 7:48 pm
Honestly, he wasn't sure what he expected. Mason grumbled to himself as he stalked down the aisle. He hated this store. It was always so ******** crowded and no one new proper aisle management to save their god damn lives. Walk up on side of the aisle, and down the other. How hard was that?
Very. Apparently.
Idiots. He thought with a snarl, as he ducked out of an over crowded lane chalk full people. Hard pass. He'd come back for that item later. Maybe. Maybe he'd just say ******** it and leave. Always an option... However, he'd kinda needed the s**t on the list.
Something he wasn't expecting was having to duck a flying object as he rounded a corner. What the ********? Mason stared in the direction of the offending item. ...Was... Was that a shoe?! That was... different to say the least. He paused for a moment, looking at the shoe before he turned. Okay. He'd bite. Mason was just curious enough to know how it got from its previous destination to almost colliding with his face. A quick search found the partner on the floor sitting uselessly next to someone thrown... rather dramatically over a bench. Mason snorted.
"You know, typically... They got on your feet. Though I suppose they do make an okay projectile..."
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2020 8:15 pm
Maybe these just weren't in the style that suited him. Ivory had gravitated toward sandals because they seemed the easiest to get on and off, as evidenced by how smoothly the first had been flung from him with almost no effort on his part. But maybe he could find some cute boots or some nice tennis- Blech, no. Boots. For sure. He sat up, prepared to reach for something else, when the shadow of another person crossed his line of vision.
He blinked, a rapid flutter of eyelashes as he craned his head to stare up and up at the other man.
Instinct (and perhaps also some past history) told him that he likely ought to be defensive. He should start by justifying himself and not wait to give anyone the opportunity to talk first, even if the stranger hadn't started the conversation by barking at him, as Ivory might have expected. "There was a bug," he lied breezily, splaying a hand over his chest as he gave a coy dip of his head. "It startled me. I didn't know what to do."
And then, since he'd decided he wasn't interested in this pair, it seemed only polite to see if he could get some use out of the second. "The other one's there, if you need something to throw," Ivory offered, nudging the offending second shoe with a toe toward the other man.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2020 3:39 pm
He had to fight back a snort. Oh the theatrics and drama.
How cute.
Mason's eyes flicked to the floor, lazily searching for this telltale 'bug'. "A bug you say?" He replied with an equally lazy hum. "How unfortunate." A shame really. "What kind of bug? Wings? Buncha legs? Was it long?"
He waved the offer off, eyeing its twin. "I'm good. Thanks. Besides, if I took you up on your offer, you'd have one less thing to throw the next time your little friend showed its ugly face again." There were better things to throw then shoes anyway.
"So..." He began taking a look of what was on the shelf before deciding he needed something else. "What is the name of my unintentional would be assailant?" Okay so maaaybe he didn't want this strange, random as ********, occurrence to end just yet... He had nothing better to do anyway.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2020 9:34 am
"Yes, a bug," Ivory reiterated, tone taking on a more impatient, warning note. He didn't appreciate people questioning him or not believing him, and he had the strangest impression that this man was skeptical. "It was big and brown, with a flat carapace. And really long antenna! No wings, I think." If there had been a bug, he certainly wouldn't have looked that hard at it. They were everywhere and rarely of interest. Hardly even worth the effort of throwing something at them. This man didn't need to know that. "Good for smashing," Ivory finished with an assertive nod.
He watched as the other's gaze wandered, first to the second shoe, then to the shelf, then back to him. Ivory's eyes narrowed. He tilted his head inquisitively, sitting up a bit straighter to regard the stranger more fully.
"I'm not sure," he replied. "I've forgotten it." He was sure it had been on the papers when he'd been left him at the hospital. And maybe those papers had gone with him to the halfway house... But none of his later caretakers had used it. And he couldn't remember what it had sounded like... He pouted, gaze darkening and lip jutting out as his attention swiveled back up to the man standing before him. "I like 'Ivory,' though. They said I had skin like ivory, whatever that means."
He tried a smile, a flash of white teeth more ominous than reassuring. "Do you remember your name?"
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2020 9:42 pm
"Hmm. I'll have to take your word for it. I'm glad I didn't see it." Mason mumbled, sifting through boxes. If such a thing even existed.
He paused then, throwing the man a confused look. How did someone just... forget their name? No. You know what? He didn't want to know. He'd seen nd heard of stranger. Maybe this guy had amnesia for all he knew. Not his business, not his problem. "It means you're really white. Pale skin." Mason said, waving a hand towards Ivory. "I thought I was pale but you win that competition."
"Mason. Like the crafter. Or if you're like my parents.. Like a mace." He said flatly with a roll of his eyes. You know what, on second thought maybe forgetting a name wasn't so bad... He could stand to forget a couple things besides his name. Ugh. Whatever. "Who is 'they'?" He asked, pulling a box off the shelf and inspecting its contents. "Here." He said, passing off the box. "Try those." They were just a simple boot, just higher then the ankle.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2020 6:16 am
"You should be. It was hideous," Ivory confirmed with a nod and a slightly lighter smile. Good, good. He may not like repeatedly justifying himself, but he did appreciate when people finally relented to what he had to say, truth or otherwise. Maybe this guy wasn't so bad, even if he looked rather tall and imposing, like someone who could easily chuck Ivory out of places he wasn't 'supposed' to be.
But he hadn't, so Ivory was content to let him hang around for now. "You're pretty white too, though," he argued. And he'd seen lots who were. He tipped his head and blinked quizzically down at his own arm. Maybe not as many with this sort of 'translucent' effect from lack of sunshine, though. He shrugged.
"Mason seems nice. Not difficult to remember, at least. Do you like it?" As Ivory scrutinized the other man, he had to believe that Mason wasn't thrilled with the name, if his expression and roll of his eyes was anything to go by. "You know you could just pick something else, if you wanted. It's not like I would know if it was true or not." He brightened immediately, a grin splitting his face. "Or I could pick something for you!" He didn't usually get to pick names for things. Certainly not a whole person. There weren't usually opportunities for it. Most things came with a name already attached.
"'They' are just the counselors at the places I lived," Ivory said flippantly, with a dismissive wave of his fingers. "They had names already, but they weren't important enough to remember. They thought it was funny I couldn't remember mine. That's why they gave me 'Ivory.' It seems okay, though. I like 'v' sounds."
As a new box was passed to him, he became suspicious again, shooting a narrow-eyed look at Mason. "Do you work here?" Why else would he be helping a stranger? He eyed the boots in the box, then sent another look at the taller man.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2020 8:49 pm
Mason made a noise but commented no further on this mystery bug. "So I've been told. I could be outside for hours and get a fraction of a shade darker." He said flatly. He didn't know if it boiled down to genetics or what, but he hardly tanned. "If you think this is bad, you should see me in the winter." He lost count how many times someone would joke he's as white as the snow on the ground. "It's an alright name." He commented idly. "There are definitely worse out there." Mason shrugged, trying not to dwell on it to much. "I have. I went all through high school under an assumed identity. No one questioned it." Well... a few people questioned how much he and a certain someone looked but those questions quickly died down. "No." Mason shot back. "You do not need to pick me a new name. I'm fine with this one. I don't need to have a th.. fourth identity to deal with." When Ivory explained just how it was he got his name, Mason stared for a moment. Long and hard. "What... the ********? Ya know what. Nope. Not questioning it." Mason snorted at the question. "Gods no. I hate this store. I've just got a knack for finding things people might want. That and I'm bored as all ******** class="quote"> EchoSweet IM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRY [
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2020 9:01 am
Ivory pouted back at the other man. It would have pleased him to pick something else. It may have even pleased him a lot, and now he'd been deprived of that. What if he wanted to, anyway? He should be allowed to do whatever he wanted... Mason couldn't stop him. The pout shifted slightly, with Ivory's red eyes narrowing in something akin to aggression and his lips setting into a thinner scowl. "Maybe you shouldn't complain about it, then," he snapped back.
It turned out he was not particularly in the mood for stupid shoes, either. He gave the offered box a kick, and it toppled over, spilling out the pair of boots onto the floor. And then he thought if none of them were going to work for him, they might as well all be on the floor.
With a rough sound of air rushing from his lips and a quick, jerking motion to spin toward the shelves, Ivory notched his arms beneath the one nearest him and lifted to unhinge it from the rack. When he stepped back, the shelf crashed down with a loud clatter and the pile of shoes and boxes on display collapsed with it, all ending up in a messy heap on the floor. That was what he thought of shoes. That was what he thought of this store. That was what he thought of people who didn't let him do what he wanted. He seethed.
"I'm going to look for Legos," Ivory stated definitively as he rose from the bench and flounced off down the aisle.
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