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Post by ivory castell on Jan 25, 2016 22:09:52 GMT
| TWO DRIFTERS OFF TO SEE THE WORLD; | CHROM's COMMENTS ― open for 1-3 people!!
❤ 4 ↩️ 2 ― ON Arowana mall's PAGE | God, Ivory hated being lost. Especially at places like Arowana Mall. But here she was, anyways.
Rarely did she ever go to the mall. It wasn't her cup of tea. Funny, though-- that was what she was here for. Mostly.
Just a few weeks ago, her local tea shop had run out of her favorite flavor. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be restocked for a while, leaving her to seek out other ways to buy it, or another tea in itself. Beats me for having such particular tastes, she thought, mumbling. All she needed was the bags that they sold to be smothered in hot water, not the overpriced pre-made junk sold at coffee shops. Yet, those bags were the hardest things to find. Not that she minded a trip to the cafe, but everyday? Talk about expensive. She needed that money for...other things.
The crowded halls did nothing to help. Many Inkling and other species alike--hopefully no Octolings, though-- scuttled about to get to whatever shops they wished to browse. Oh yeah, Octolings-- that reminded her of her other job here. Another duty she had to fitful today was inspection of the storekeepers. Agent things. Of course this was more of a low-class agent's job, but the other job they had on hand was taken; scouting the surface of Octo Valley. She deserved that job, but apparently another was assigned before she could even take it. By a boy who could hardly wield a hero shot, nonetheless!
None of that mattered now, though. "Shit..." She grumbled, as it was quite obvious that she had no clue where to go. Angry, she pressed hard on her phone's screen as she tried to load a map of the mall. The connection to the wi-fi here was terrible... |
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Post by Sheep on Jan 25, 2016 23:45:05 GMT
[attr="class","landfill-link"] wake me up when it's all over when i'm wiser and i'm older [attr="class","landfill-scroll"]Life seemed to be on fast-forward ever since becoming an Agent. It was one thing to be not-so competent at the job, but it was another to have such a tight schedule. It was something he hadn't been used to at all beforehand.
With both of his older siblings long-moved away, and his younger sister still in school, Sheep had to be the one to lend his hand to the family errands. One moment Sheep would be making rounds on the Surface, and the next, he'd be running next door to the Mall to pick up something from one of the drug stores. A food item his mom had forgotten, or just a simple household necessity. And today, it was...
...well, both.
Fumbling through the mall with multiple bags of purchased items, Sheep found it difficult to keep his own sense of space. Not that the bags were particularly heavy, but travelling through a somewhat-packed environment without jabbing some passerby with a bulging plastic bag was no easy feat. And already he had bonked one poor Jellyfish straight in the noggin with a 2 litre bottle of soda.
"S-sorry!! Sorry!" He called back over his shoulder, wanting nothing more than to scoot to the exit as quickly as possible. His progress was halted abruptly, however, as he bumped straight into the back of a green Inkling.
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Post by ivory castell on Jan 26, 2016 1:46:36 GMT
| TWO DRIFTERS OFF TO SEE THE WORLD; | CHROM's COMMENTS ― my childe.......... ❤ 4 ↩️ 2 | As if out of nowhere, Ivory felt a sudden kick to her back. She grumbled once again, placing her phone into her coat pocket. Really? The mall was packed, but some personal space would be nice once in a while. No wonder why she never came here.
Quickly as they came over, she turned around to meet the one who had pushed into their backside. Careful eyes gazed over them, as she tried to assess their situation.
It was an orange Inkling, who had way too much in his arms; especially for one of his stature. Because damn, this kid was short. Not really the type she'd trust with gathering supplies.
"...You need some help with that?" she asked, pointing at their bags. Why would someone this small need that much? Had they a family to feed? She may as well assist them, though. Maybe they could help her back though the mall. Y'know, for the tea.
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Post by Sheep on Mar 12, 2016 21:02:16 GMT
[attr="class","landfill-link"] wake me up when it's all over when i'm wiser and i'm older [attr="class","landfill-scroll"]Sheep stumbled backwards, somewhat out of clumsiness, but also desperately trying to keep himself on two feet at all times. The bags swung about like wrecking balls, threatening to knock the temples of anyone passing by.
However, the desire to hang onto them was now severely outweighed by the strain his arms were feeling with the sudden upset in balance. With a defeated, almost frustrated huff, Sheep dropped all of his bags to the floor and hunched over, placing his hands on his knees.
Muttered words of disappointment tumbled from his lips. Catching his breath, he may have forgotten Ivory was there if her feet hadn't caught his downward gaze. Once he remembered what just happened, he raised his head enough to make eye contact and flashed a crooked grin.
"Ah- sorry, miss! Really sorry about that! Um," He licked his lips. "Uh-- I mean, help-help would be super, yeah. If, like, you don't mind or somethin'! I don't live very far from the mall, so...!"
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Post by Carmilla on Mar 20, 2016 0:26:49 GMT
 | who died and made us stars? ☆ our millionaire flair and our antics, we're like mirrors seen through smoke.. |
The best part about running your own business was that your hours were your own. Arowana Mall was full of places to go and catch a break if you got winded, and she had been working on commissions for the past three hours straight while having to deal with the occasional curious guest.. so she figured she deserved a bit of peace.
Rising to her feet, the vampire squid took a second to stretch, her coiled tentacles shaking and extending to their full lengths for a moment. It would've been a bit of a fearsome sight if someone had decided to step in then and there, with the pitch-black underside bearing all those spines.. but kids being scared wasn't anything new, even if she considered herself pretty harmless.
Gathering up the dynamo roller she was working on and putting it aside to dry, Carmilla started out of her studio, flipping the sign out front and locking the double doors.
She did have a tea kettle in the back, but she was in the mood for something a little different today. And nothing beat a sweet caramel bubble tea, honestly. Always so weak for the extravagant and sweet, but it was a relic of her upbringing that she couldn't live without.
There was no need for a map, she knew the mall like the back of her hand after staying here for the past few years. The autopiloting came to a stop soon enough, however, as a flicker of color and a few distressed tones caught her eye and made her stop.
"Do you need any help with those bags?" Carmilla asked cautiously, pausing a few meters away from the bright orange inkling and his friend. Or, uh, they seemed to be talking, so that was probably it.
"They look like a bit much for you to carry all at once."
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Post by ivory castell on Mar 25, 2016 16:48:05 GMT
| TWO DRIFTERS OFF TO SEE THE WORLD; | CHROM's COMMENTS ―
welcome 2 hell! wel ❤ 4 ↩️ 2 | "...Here." Ivory grabbed two of the bags that lay on the ground, holding as much as she can in both of her hands. Realizing they were much heavier than she expected, she raised an eyebrow at Sheep. "What did you even buy? Rocks, or something?"
The bags seemed to realize this too, as the plastic straps used to handle them slowly became weaker as she tried to pull them up. Uncomfortable as it was, she eventually pushed the bags into her upper arms, to make sure they wouldn't fall. Poor kid, having to carry all of this-- she felt bad, and made a mental note to get the orange Inkling one of those stronger, reusable bags later.
Before she could complain about there being even more bags left on the ground, a stranger popped out of a store, ready to assist. Not typically the type to take help herself, but Ivory went along as she kind of had to accept it this time.
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Post by Sheep on Mar 31, 2016 19:27:39 GMT
[attr="class","landfill-link"] wake me up when it's all over when i'm wiser and i'm older [attr="class","landfill-scroll"]"Haha!!" Sheep laughed at Ivory's comment, at first thinking she was simply making a joke. Then, with one look at her irritated expression, he stopped.
"...OH, uh. No, we-we just. We stock everything up at once, so it's- it's just a lotta stuff! Really helps to have more n' one person carry these things, though!" He chuckled nervously, hoping Ivory was not too burdened with this. Right away he attempted to bend down to pick up the remaining bags; a much lighter load, but still it was quite a lot with his already-depleted energy taken into account.
That was when another voice chimed in, and Sheep had put the bags down again with a sigh. "Uh-- yeah, that-that'd be real swell!--" he chirped as he turned around to greet the newcomer face to face. She looked... different, to say the least. Sheep couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and scan her with his eyes for a moment.
"Um... I-I mean... y..." Ahem. "You don't haf'ta, but... It'd be cool..."
There was something about this person...
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Post by Carmilla on Apr 3, 2016 20:52:22 GMT
| who died and made us stars? ☆ our millionaire flair and our antics, we're like mirrors seen through smoke.. |
Her timing felt a little odd when she realized that there was already someone content to help; dark blue eyes looked over the green inkling with a cautious air. Well, the more the merrier, and all that, and Carmilla wasn't new to aiding passerby. That was exactly what had formed some of her more meaningful friendships, after all!
"I apologize if it's a bit.. sudden? Out of the blue? You rather looked like you needed it, and I was just on my way to the tea shop, so I figured I'd help," she explained calmly, stooping down to gather up one of the bags. It was definitely a little heavy, but even if she wasn't the strongest, she could probably manage one.
There was a second of hesitation when she realized the slight stare she was being given by the boy, though, and she returned a wary gaze of her own. Subconsciously she began to change her breath, just to hide the faint Octo Valley accent that rung in her tone, and her tentacles shifted back, curling to try and conceal their suckerpads and spines. Carmilla wasn't a stranger to this kind of treatment, as much as it pulled at her heartstrings-- facing judgment even during menial tasks like this was terribly frustrating.
"So, iaah.. where do you want these carried?"
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Post by ivory castell on Apr 7, 2016 17:00:06 GMT
| TWO DRIFTERS OFF TO SEE THE WORLD; | CHROM's COMMENTS ― a soldier helping two agents. what could possibly go wrong??? ❤ 4 ↩️ 2 | Dull blinking was all she gave back, trying not to be annoyed. The kid didn't seem to understand sarcasm. Cool. Whatever. ...Words would be useful now, Ivory. "So, you stockpile? Makes sense." Stockpiling wasn't something her family did, considering how far away they always have been from each other. This distance wasn't as bad as media said it was, as it allowed a lot more freedom. And not having to be a pack mule all the time-- a plus, for sure. Like Sheep, she also took a second to stare at the strange storekeeper. Before she could do much of anything, the bags tugged at her arms once again, wishing for gravity to take them down. She quietly cursed them, scooping up to deny any collapsing. Another mental note to add to the list- once again about bags. "...I don't know. Where do you need these, kid?" |
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