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Post by sol on Jan 25, 2016 16:46:13 GMT
"Oh man... That sucks... But I'm sure we'll find something, just you wait!" Sol said, trying to hold on the thin sliver of hope that one day she will be able to be friend with a real cyborg. When the topic changed to money issues, she saw the hint of sadness in the man's eye. She shifted awkwardly on her feet, not very good at dealing with other people's problems. Her method generally involved changing the subject and trying to lift the mood. It was obvious the older inkling didn't like his job, probably hated it. And Sol wished she could help him, but while she was one for giving advice, she wasn't one for giving good advice. Serious words were not her thing. She wished they were in that moment. She stayed silent, cursing herself for not being able to support Khyran the way he did just before for her. Her head perked up when he mentioned his body ached. "Ah wait! I should... Have something around here..." She opened her backpack wide to have a better access to the mess stored inside. Fumbling between notes, change clothes, food, drinks, and multiple unidentified slightly sticky entities, she finally took out a small box. "The spawn point leaves us fresh and ready so I don't really need these in battle. I know it's a pain having to reform by yourself!" She handed him two pills in their package. Sol couldn't really help for the financial situation of the man, nor afford emotional support, but she could at least do this. "Aaaaand for compensation..." Taking in her surroundings, she looked around her, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. Gaze landing on the cleaning supplies, she gasped from wonder. "Let me... Ride your bin around!!" The yellow plastic seemed sturdy enough to endure a little roughness, and if all the cleaning products were taken out, there was plenty of room to goof around. She hoped Khyran would agree. The idea was genius. "I don't think I'm ever gonna see your boss anyway, but tell me what he looks like so I make sure not to tell the story of I met the coolest janitor ever if he's around." Sol put her finger on her mouth, head nodding solemnly with her eyes closed. "And nah, don't worry, I live on my own so my bedtime is never." She gave him an ok sign with her hand, still smiling, telling him not to worry about it. She headed to the bin, eyeing the bucket filled with soapy water. "So, do I just..." Turning back to Khyran, she took her inkbrush and shook it up and down above the bucket, mimicking the gesture to soak it in. "Put it in the water and then mop the floor?"
OOC: khyran khy, sol aint no snitch, she wont tell ur boss relax [ok emoji]x2 (they don't display correctly so just assume they're here alright) |
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Post by khyran on Feb 3, 2016 4:38:58 GMT
[nospaces] | the monster in your head
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wont surface again be still my child, wash away the sin |
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Well, she certainly had everything in that little backpack of hers. Khy smiled a little, though he closed her fingers around the pills and gently pushed her hand back. “My doctor doesn’t want me taking stuff like that,” he said. “I was pretty addicted back in the day, because of my leg.” And might just be a little addicted now, still… but she doesn’t need to know that.
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His gaze trailed towards the yellow bin that held all his supplies. “Well it’s full of water right now,” he said. But he wasn’t going to deny a kid that kind of fun. Heck, if he was a kid, he’d want to ride around in something like that, too. “But... if we dumped it out somewhere…” He gave her a little smile. “Maybe after I’m done cleaning here, then.”
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He followed her back to the bin and the unfinished job. He was really almost done here- save for the rest of the ink those kids splattered while they shot him with their charger weapons, there wasn’t really much else to clean. “I’ve got the wall, you can get that trail behind me.” He tells her. “Yeah, that’s really all there is to it. Just mop it up, rinse it out in the bucket. The regulation ink they use here is pretty sticky but it also tends to get absorbed pretty easily, too.”
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He did a double-take, however, when she mentioned living on her own. It took him a few beats to process it. “...You’re alone? Truly?” He asked quietly. Was she orphaned? A street kid? She looked so young to him. DId she really have no one to look after her? “...Why? What happened?” He sounds genuinely concerned, and he looked over at her, losing focus on cleaning up the wall that he had abandoned not so long ago. He hoped she wouldn’t mind him asking such a personal question, but… this was different then asking a war veteran where he got his scars. He wasn’t some young child who had just claimed to be out on his own!
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Post by sol on Feb 7, 2016 16:42:37 GMT
"Oh, alright." Sol said, putting the pills back in the box. She closed it and tossed it carelessly in the mess she carried around in her bag. "Don't overdo it then! You got an assistant for the day, might as well make some use out of it!" Her face lit up when Khyran gave his agreement to let her use the bin. "If it's just water we can always refill it afterwards!!" She blurted out, excitement overflowing her small frame. Holding her brush tighter with a renewed determination, she followed the man's instructions, soaking her weapon in water slightly before heading for the ink trail. Flopping her improvised mop on the ground, Sol started flicking it across the ink in sharp gestures, reproducing the movements she used in battle. It quickly proved as ineffective though, as it did little in absorbing anything. She glanced at Khyran for a moment, analyzing the way he cleaned the wall. Ample, large movements... She looked back at her brush and mimicked the motion. Making wide arcs with it, making sure to apply some pressure, the ink started disappearing. When the man started talking, Sol's eyes turned to him, though she kept mopping. "Oh! Oh no, no no, it's nothing like that." The concern in Khyran's voice made her smile. "Mom said I probably wouldn't be able to live on my own because apparently for an eighteen year old kid, I am irresponsible." She enunciated every syllable of that last word clearly, though there was no anger in her voice, rather amusement. "So I had to show her you know?? I think I'm doing fairly good to be honest. It MAY not be the most tidy place in Inkopolis but everything I do, I do with my money. I do sometime have to eat noodles for days because of a nasty losing streak in ranked but eh! I think I'm doing ok nonetheless." She paused, then quickly kept talking, worried that her situation might be misunderstood. "Don't get me wrong though!! I love my mom! She didn't kick me out or anything, that was just me being a stubborn butt and wanting to show her I can actually do things." Sol looked back at the ink still covering the ground and smiled to herself. She resumed her scrubbing, careful not to make a sloppy job. "She lives pretty close anyway, so if I ever like, have really big troubles, she'll be here, so don't worry!"
OOC: khyran such a pure heart, worrying for sweaty kids [wipes tears] |
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Post by khyran on Feb 17, 2016 3:49:26 GMT
[nospaces] | the monster in your head
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wont surface again be still my child, wash away the sin |
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Khyran wandered off to dump the water from his janitor bucket. It was certainly large enough for someone to ride around in- he just hoped the wheels wouldn't go crazy and tip her out of it. When that was done, between the two of them, they managed to finish what was left to do rather quickly. Khyran felt quite relieved to have a bit of help for once. Of course, he didn't want to tell her that. Knowing her from this brief encounter, she was bound to offer help much more than he knew would be necessary.
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He rolled his mop bucket up to her, listening to her explanation and leaning his arms against the edge. "I understand." He told her. "I'm glad nothing... overly horrible happened to you." He gave her a weak smile. "Some days I don't eat at all. Or just noodles. Mostly because I'd rather buy games than food, and being a janitor doesn't really pay much."He laughed a bit. "You might be more responsible than I am. Goes to show not every adult really has their act together."
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He leaned up a little and said, "W-well, anyway. You can ride around if you want. I'll, uh. Make sure you don't fall over and hurt yourself." He gave her a lopsided smile. "A-after that I should probably go home. B-but, ah..." He trailed off. He didn't know how to say what he wanted to say. "Thanks... for helping me." Thank you for being so kind to a stranger. You don't know anything about me, but you were still kind.
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Post by sol on Mar 12, 2016 21:17:38 GMT
"I'm pretty lucky to have her, ye!! She's so cool." Sol answered with a bright smile on her face, rinsing her brush in the water a last time. She took a look around checking for any ink remaining while listening to Khyran, and her ears perked up at a particular sentence. "Oh man, you play games?? What do you play!!!" Her voice got a little louder, indicating her excitement. "We should totally go to the arcade together someday!! I get the kids' discount so I could get your tokens for you!!" One of the benefits of being under 5"2. She wouldn't have pegged the.. Old? Inkling for someone who played video games. Wait, maybe he was talking about like, Scrabble and card games?? Oops. Selfishly, she hoped not. Buying arcade tokens in bulk was a lot more profitable. And shooting at pixels with someone was a lot more fun too. She grabbed the edges of the bin, making the bucket roll a little back and forth to test its wheels. When Khyran told her his thanks, she showed her crooked teeth to the man, lifting a thumbs up. "It's no problem!! And I should be the one thanking you, I can't wait to ride this BAD BOY." She turned her head left and right, looking for the perfect spot to enjoy the ride. Spotting a nice slope, she grinned ear to ear. Tossing her hat to the man, she asked him "Keep this for me dude!" Running behind the bin, she pushed it along the ground and all the way to the top of the slope. Fairly light without any liquid in it, Sol arrived quickly to her goal. She frowned a bit, wondering how she would hop onto it while running. She needed some speed if she wanted it to be fun. Noticing a small fence about the half of her height, her eyes sparkled. She took the bin up to it and climbed the fence. Without further ado, she took a deep breath and jumped into the bucket, her momentum moving it towards the slope. C'mon let it be enough! It was enough. When the bucket finally reached the start of the gradient, its speed increased more and more quickly and Sol screamed while holding the bin's edges. "AWESOME!!!" Feeling the wind in her pink tentacles, she smiled so hard her jaw ached. "YOU SHOULD TRY I-" Hitting a pebble, one of the wheels went crazy and the whole bin soon started to wobble violently, and finally tipped. The inkling went flying, a scream laced with laughter echoing through the battlefield. She landed dozens of feet away, rolling on the hard ground. Finally halting to a stop, her form lay unmoving, except for sharp exhales of air leaving her body.
OOC: khyran SORRY FOR THE LATE |
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