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Post by Frieda Marlene on Feb 9, 2015 19:34:03 GMT -6
HEY YOU, HEY YOU FINALLY YOU GET IT: THE WORLD AIN'T FAIR, IT'LL EAT YOU IF YOU LET IT Frieda didn't mind doing little favors for her “older sister”. Really, they usually weren't that difficult, and there were a million and one things that the human had done for her that she still needed to make up for. Changing the channel on the radio when she was cooking, for example, grabbing cooking supplies from around the tiny home for the aforementioned cooking, scaring off troublesome customers without damaging the older girl's reputation (usually by sending them very scary, very anonymous threats). Laundry? Not a problem. If she didn't fold the clothes quite right, anyway, she'd only have to do a quarter of the load before somebody came stomping in and took over herself. There was one particular little chore, though, that had to be done bi-weekly and was dreaded every day in between: grocery shopping. Subways had been a relatively new thing to hit Paralia. They were nifty for traveling around the city when you didn't have an automobile of your own – Lorelei was too cheap, said they didn't need the consumer-friendly model when she could just as easily walk – and they were pretty cool to look at, sure, which was probably why they'd been such a big hit as the latest form of public transportation in the city. The ride was anything but smooth, though, especially when weighed down by about as many grocery bags as there were stars in the sky. Worse than the transit home from the nearest store, however, was the wait for the subway, seeing as the red head was forced to carry far more bags than she could actually hold in two arms, and keep an eye on them in a crowd of people while waiting for the underground train. As of that moment, sweating in the heat of too many bodies in too small a space, the Quenya had four bags in each white-knuckled palm, two bags held up by two elbow crooks, and about three piled around her feet as close as she could get them without stepping on them. The strange looks from the people simply too lazy to walk a couple of blocks and those of sympathy from the housewives with a handful of bags to carry, themselves, had been coming for the last fifteen minutes she'd been waiting, and the frustrated embarrassment only continued to escalate. By the time the subway finally rolled up, a sigh of relief was making it's way out of her mouth... … only to be replaced by a growl of anger as someone brushed by too fast, too close, and an unmistakable rip cleaved the air. Sure enough, food came tumbling out of the largest back in her possession, the most fragile containers splitting on impact with the ground and splattering her legs, the ground, the other bags, and whatever could be salvaged from the wreckage in egg yolk and white paste. The strangers around her, unsympathetic, circled around her, and it was with a grunt of annoyance that she lowered the rest of her load to the ground slowly and prepared to sift through the mess in hopes that some of the next few week's food could be spared. “ [Stinkin' heck],” Frieda hissed, hands already growing sticky. “ I just ain't ever gonna catch a break, huh?” 548 WORDS ● FOR ANYONE ● BRACKETS INDICATE ME CENSORING SWEAR WORDS. XD [googlefont=Poiret One][googlefont=Roboto] |
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Post by THEODORE LYNCH on Feb 24, 2015 8:18:05 GMT -6
 Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream The rumbling and roaring of a train only intensified as it chugged its way down the tracks. As it came up to the platform with a gust of wind, strong hands held sunglasses and beanie in place. Once the train was at a halt, the young man flicked his cigarette, waiting for those getting off the train to do so. As long legs carried him onto the train a gust of fresh, cool air hit his face. Although a shiver slithered down his spine, he showed no sign of discomfort.The subway was rather crowded today, and the young man could already feel the annoyance itching underneath his skin. A sigh escaped parted lips as he drew his attention to the window, watching all the scenery swoop past. A low murmur droned on along with the light rattling of chains. The sounds were actually soothing, putting him at ease. Then a riiiippppp sliced through the air, cause his eyes too scan the train for whatever made that sound.After the ripping sound a few items could be heard toppling to the floor, exploding everywhere. He only knew it to be everywhere due to the little splatter marks and pieces of random food that came with the sound. Hands gently maneuvered people out of the way, feet avoiding stepping in the mess to the best of his ability. A young girl stood crouched before him, picking up the mess all by herself. The young man would never get over how rude people in this town could be.Knees bent as he crouched down beside her. "Would you like some help?" He offered quietly. Lanky fingers tugged at his sunglasses, exposing his eyes as to get a better look of the young woman in front of him. Maybe woman was a bit of an over exaggeration. A small smile slid across his lips at the thought. Before the red head could even grace him with an answer, hands began picking up containers and all sorts of goopy and sticky stuff.
Deep down he could feel his soul dying every time something sticky latched onto his hands. This wasn't necessarily how he wanted to spend his day off, but it wasn't like he had anything better planned for the day. It's not like drinking was of much importance. If the young man was honest he would tell you that drinking just wasn't fun to him anymore. Attention was drawn back to the redhead. "So, do you plan on going back to the grocery store and giving it another try?" He was curious. "If so, maybe I could lighten the carrying load for you so this doesn't happen a second time."And they say chivalry is dead. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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