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Post by kat on Apr 10, 2012 21:36:14 GMT -5
It was another warm September day in the lovely city of Maple Hollow. How did Dominika know? She was currently there. It was another nice weekend day where Dom found herself wandering a city she didn’t even like. She’d wandered around the town so many times in all her years of being in school, found every back corner alley and shop. The best places to hide. The best places to eat. The best places to shop. Unfortunately, she hadn’t explored the whole town and with less than a dust speck of things to do today, exploring the town seemed like one of the better choices of her life. Dominika felt a little naked today. She was wearing her usual thick black makeup and bright lips, but she looked so... normal. Her jeans were tight and a little ripped, her shirt was off the shoulders and tight, but normal. She even had on some beany thing her mom sent her! The only thing that set her apart were her leather gloves and big black boots. Of course, earrings and rings donned her body, but she missed her corsets and her band shirts. This was the last time she let any of the girls in her dorm dress her.
She wandered through a dark alley, her feet making clicking noises on the concrete. Her heart beat did not waiver. She knew if anyone came at her in the alley, she could hold her own. She wasn’t trained in hand to hand combat for nothing. Even then... she still had her wind element abilities to help her in a pinch. Her hand traced against the old stone brick against the wall, her eyes were closed as a gust of wind blew past her. When she opened her eyes, her fingers came across a wooden door. Looking up she saw the sign of some kind of shop. Specifically an occult shop. Dominika grinned.... this was what she had been looking for.
She opened the door hesitantly, a jingle chimed alerting anyone in the store that she was there. She was pretty blown away to what she saw. It was definitely an occult shop. Dom had just hit the jackpot. ”Anybody here?”
[/color] Dom called out as she wandered in, staring at the shelves, the walls, and everything in between. She was completely caught in fascination. ”Is that a Ouija board?”[/color] she whispered to herself going to inspect the board on the wall. Could this place get any cooler? Her heels were a whole lot louder than she was in the story as she whirled around, staring at anything and everything... but what caught her eyes a bookshelf. Now she had really hit the jackpot [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] outfit~ |
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Post by samson on Apr 11, 2012 15:19:35 GMT -5
 Samson wiped the paint off his face, washing it away down the sink with Dial soap. He didn't feel like hopping in the shower right now, after all, he was still on shift. It was Beatrice's fault, anyway. It usually was her fault, the crazy old bat. He wasn't the one coming up with these ideas, he was the one going along with them for her benefit. Because he did love his "mother", no matter what. Nothing would change that. "Sam, what are you doing in there?" He looked at the door when he heard the knocking. You should be downstairs, moron. Someone had to man the shop, but she was obviously more concerned about his business in the bathroom at this point. He opened the door, and blinked at her. The look on the redhead's face was completely dejected. "Sammy, why did you wash it off?" She'd pretty much perfected the whining tone to get whatever she wanted. It didn't grate on his nerves as much as it used to, he had astounding patience considering.
There was a lot he could tell her, but even if he did have the ability to speak, he wouldn't use it. It was easier to communicate through facial expression alone. His facial expression now? You're insane and I'm not walking around with paint on me, thank you very much. She huffed. "Rude," the woman muttered before walking away and he stared after her incredulously before returning to his business and scrubbing off some of the paint that had gotten on his arms. He couldn't even remember what she thought this would accomplish. A lot of times he tended to just tune her out. It was probably one of the only things that kept his sanity in tact these days. Made him wonder how a guy could stand her long enough for a date. No, that wasn't true, she was funny and nice, and he realized that he probably got some of his douche tendencies from her.
He wiped his hands off on the towel when he heard the voice, threw it over his shoulder and smirked when he went downstairs and saw Dom there, looking at the bookshelf. He didn't think she knew he lived here, so this would definitely be interesting. Samson approached (silently as he always was) and slung an arm around her shoulder, face placid. He took a book off the shelf and opened it with one hand, making a great a show of being a helpful employee. He put the book back and then steered her in the direction of one of the tables, filled with charms and some of them were of Beatrice's invention. He stopped to stare at her for a little while, as if waiting for her opinion. Very intently waiting for her opinion.
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