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 Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 7:54 pm
Journalist: a person without any ideas but with an ability to express them; a writer whose skill is improved by a deadline: the more time he has, the worse he writes.
The words that best described May’s life, really. So it was easy to say that while she loved the fact that perhaps the best scoop since the innovation of cheese sat in her pocket as a ticket to an open door, she also feared it. She had no deadline. It wasn’t a mandatory project, merely something she decided to investigate on her own.
But still, even with her worries, May’s feet had lead her down the street, and eventually to the exact address of the shop.
May ran her fingers through her hair and straightened her coat, not looking un-similar to a school girl ready for her first date. She looked in the glass window of the shop, using it as a mirror, to make sure she was presentable before finally nodding her head.
Opening the door to the shop she was instantly hit with all the mixed scents, and relished in the smell of it all. But she shook her head, to cure herself of the intoxicating scents before meekly calling out. “Hello? Anyone here?”
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 8:10 pm
The shop was quiet and dim that evening, collecting dust so it seemed. There was a brighter light on in the back and several voices bickering back and forth. A small child-like voice and an adult female voice boomed from the back.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 8:15 pm
May took a cautious step forward, slowly voices drifting into her ears. She was torn between trying to get their attention, and sneaking up to them and listening in. Slowly she moved forward, making sure each of her steps were as silent as possible, still trying to make up her mind.
Idly she took note that if they hadn’t heard her call, they wouldn’t hear her footsteps.
She made it to the desk, still torn between the two choices, and decided to kidnap a random oil from a near by shelf. Making a show out of checking out the scent, she attempted to listen in on what the voices were saying.
It was, however, after a moments thought hat she realized how insane she would appear if she asked about children being born from one of the very objects in her hand. With a frown, she decided she couldn’t very well ask the question in mind.
Huffing a sigh, May casted a weary glance where the arguing was taking place before gently shoving the scent in her coat and walking briskly out of the shop.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 3:52 pm
"I saw that."
A melancholy voice cut through the air just before May made her way out of the shop. The speaker of the voice didn't have to do much else, as he already made it clear that May was caught.
Howeve, Adrian was a lazy child and also did not really care if anything of Olivia's got stolen (his mother would probably get scolded and forced to pay for it, and anything that brought Amryx pain brought Adrian joy), but he was curious to see May's reaction. Would she flee? Or would she babble apologetically with some lame excuse like how she was intending to pay for it, but she forget her purse at home and was going to go get it or something like that.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 3:59 pm
May couldn’t stop the squeak that burst forth from her lips at the sound of the child’s voice. She whirled around her eyes taking in the sight of the child standing in front of the desk. He looked…sad to her. The thought almost had her paying double for the stolen oil just to make him smile.
A large lump formed in her throat, as she shook the thought away though. She wouldn’t- couldn’t get busted for the first crime she had ever committed. And where was that brat when she had first taken the oil?
She willed herself to be calm and forced a warm smile on her lips. “See what child?” she asked calmly.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 4:16 pm
Oh, so she was going to play dumb, was she? Adrian resisted the urge to roll his eyes, since that took effort and he hated doing things that involved effort, which was just about everything besides breathing.
"Saw you take the oil. Without the intent to pay," The child pointed out, attempting to sound smug and sounding more like his puppy had been run over by a sixteen wheeler. "I don't think Olivia will be very happy to hear that," he added, although if May chose to bolt from the shop in an attempt to not get caught, he wasn't going to run after her.
That took even more effort than rolling his eyes, after all.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 4:19 pm
“s**t.” She swore under her breath. Adjusting her coat to make sure the simple oil, which she only now noted smelled strongly of Mangos, wouldn’t fall, she stared at the boy. She began worrying her bottom lip as she tried to think of an escape route. She was in heels, after all, and would probably kill herself trying to make a run for it. And the oil would spill.
“Hey.” She spoke, trying to buy some time. “What’s you’re name?” She asked taking a step closer to him. She needed time to think. Maybe he’d be willing to give her that time.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 4:29 pm
Adrian leaned forward and sniffed the air.
"Mango? That's a boring scent," he mumbled, crossing his arms and leaning back on the desk again. "If I were you, I would have stolen something more interesting. But I suppose you have your reasons for taking the first thing you see. Are you in a hurry?"
One would have thought that Adrian was just playing a game of cat and mouse with the girl, but that was very contrary. Adrian was simply making conversation. He had no intention of ratting out the girl...
... because he'd have to go back into the shop and shout louder than Olivia and Ment to get attention. What a waste of energy.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 4:37 pm
“I- uh…” May was losing her nerve. The child seemed to be trying (and failing miserably) at being smug, yet that mournful expression and tone of voice was always present. Quite frankly she was torn at screaming at the kid and throwing the oil in her pocket at his head (And maybe even her high heels so she could run) and making a break for it, or hugging him.
He clearly ignored her question of his name, and so gulping she decided to skirt around his own question. “Boring?” True, she grabbed the first one in sight, but it did smell nice to her. “Um. Look, wanna hear a story I heard about this shop kid?” Okay so she was going to look insane. But maybe he would let an insane woman go?
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 4:57 pm
Adrian rose a brow. A story about this shop? He had a feeling he knew what this story was, but he decided to humor May. Perhaps he could actually learn something. But the more she hung around here, the more chance she had of getting caught by Olivia. And then she would have to pay!
Only one thing made Adrian feel happy, and that was the misery of others, after all.
"Tell me about this story, then." He challenged May, although he was still failing at sounding smug.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 5:01 pm
May looked around the shop, fearful of the owner coming out. “Okay.” She nodded and took a step backwards. “I’ll tell you this story. But-“ another step “You will have to come with me.” Another step. “Just outside this shop.”
She jerked her thumb backwards. “If you know a place to get a smoothie or something we can go there. I’ll buy you something and tell you the story I heard about a bubble gum boy.” She was at the door now, and ready to get out.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 5:11 pm
As May inched closer to the door, Adrian realized his only entertainment for the night was leaving. Oh no. He could not have this. He was still bored and May was the only person in the shop who was keeping him amused.
Thankfully, he was still young, so as much as he hated doing things that involved effort, Adrian raced to the front door and spread out his arms, blocking May's path. He panted slightly, not used to moving to suddenly.
"How about you tell me that story first? Then we can go out for fattening treats that'll go straight to your thighs and make you have to go shopping for bigger jeans that'll fit your butt," Adrian babbled.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 5:23 pm
“Ho s**t” May squeaked and whirled around as she noticed the boy move. Sadly she couldn’t get her way to the door in time, and the young child beat her too it. APPERENTLY he wasn’t the sloth she took him for. “Goddamn you’re fast” May mused quietly before shaking her head.
Wait- did that kid just say she was going to get fat? HOW DAR-
…well she HAD gone up a pants si-
Hey! She was on a di-
Or…at least she intended…
…it could start tomorrow. After the smoothie.
Brat.
May looked at the front desk worryingly for a moment before nodding her head back to the child. “A few days ago.” May started hoping to cut out the small details in order to get the two of them out of the shop faster. “I met a girl. Pretty certain she’s crazy.”
May took out the cup of oil she had kept safe in her coat up until then and held it out for the boy to see, even though there were several all around them. “She told me that she had bought an oil. Like this one.” She nodded and put the oil cup back in her coat.
“It was bubble gum, and well, apparently it turned into a kid.” She frowned “Or so she said. She had a little boy, his name was Pollux, with her. He wears shirts shorter then me” She exclaimed getting side tracked.
She looked at the boy in front of her, and couldn’t help but notice the girl pants. She sighed mentally figuring the boy was probably a smaller size then her. And looked better in tight fitting jeans. She sneered. Damn, this brat just had to bring up her thighs.
“Said Pollux was born from it. Sure enough the kid smelled like bubble gum. She gave me this address. I just want to test this theory. I’m a journalist you see? If a kid is born…well I’m screwed…and have a story. If nothing happens, well I still have a story about a crazy woman.”
She looked at Adrian almost pleadingly. “Come on…” she spoke softly “Lets go get that fattening treat now.”
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 6:15 pm
Adrian felt pleased with himself as he saw the look of distress on May's face as she was sizing herself up with him. Yes, he did finally get his own pair of girl jeans and they fit him quite nicely. He did enjoy the envious stares he got from other women and May's was no exception. A job well done, Adrian thought.
But what she said was interesting. Adrian was torn between telling her that this Pollux's mother was stark raving mad and so was May for believing such drivel, or that Pollux's mother was indeed correct and present himself as proof. He hated to make someone happy, but perhaps he could benefit from this outing.
Adrian was liking the idea of having a tasty midnight snack. Adrian had some information for May anyway, so it was a fair trade, he thought. Of course, he didn't trust May to keep her word, so...
He grabbed onto May's belt suddenly, his knuckles turning white as he deathgripped it.
"Yes, let's go get that fattening treat. And I might tell you if there's some truth to that story or not."
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 6:22 pm
“Oh!” May squeaked out in surprise as the boy grabbed her belt and stared at him awkwardly. How had she found herself in this position? With a child as a new accessory? Oh man, never again was she going to try for the 5 finger discount.
“Truth or not huh?” She peered at the boy with black and silver hair and sighed. “Alright, I did promise. And facts would be nice.” Besides. She wanted on herself. She could drown her fat sorrows in a smoothie.
May nodded and took a step forward awkwardly to the door. “I’m not going to run away you know. You can let go.”
She sighed, not really believing the child was going to let go herself. He seemed pretty determined and judging by the color of his knuckles he was going to get that smoothie no matter what. “Which ways the nearest shop?”
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