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Post by Hunter Lodge III on Dec 24, 2009 0:05:36 GMT -5
Hunter slammed the door of his pick up and watched as small flakes of rust sprinkled down onto the pavement below. His mother kept telling him he had to get rid of the old thing, but Hunter enjoyed his truck. It seemed so out of place on the streets of Los Angeles, mirroring his feelings of himself in the crazy city. His green flannel shirt stood out against the white skirts and pale blue polos as he shuffled into the Whole Foods store, hoping that no one would even spare a look at him. Yet no matter where he went, he always found he was on the receiving end of a few stares and looks of derision.
He pulled the list his mom had given him out of the pocket of his dirty, tattered jeans. It was way longer than it needed to be and included many things Hunter knew he would have to suffer through in the nights to come. He pulled a shopping cart from its resting place and he began his journey through the market. He did not tarry, as he wanted nothing more than to exit this yuppie temple, a store that had been chosen by his mother. Hunter would have much preferred to go to any old grocery store, but she insisted on a market that followed the same values as she. The one redeeming value of this store, however, was it's excellent meat department. Hunter always made sure to get the best looking steaks.
It was as he was passing the meat counter that his attention was not on the direction his cart was traveling, and it was only when a woman screamed that his focus on those tender cuts was broken. Startled, Hunter stopped his cart immediately and whirled around towards the high pitched noise that disrupted the market. A small child lay directly in the path of his cart, and had he not stopped he may have knocked the child over. The woman gave him a dirty look and began walking in his direction. Though he felt she over-reacted, he still did not want to have to deal with her ire. He backed his cart around and made a swift turn down one of the aisles. He sped down the long corridor and turned as soon as he possibly could.
He did not expect, however, a stack of boxes to be hidden at the end of the aisle, and his cart plowed straight into the pile. The boxes, loaded with whole wheat crackers, tumbled down to the ground. This was starting to become too much for Hunter to deal with. He glanced around, hoping no one saw. Alas, one face was looking towards him, a familiar one from school. His cheeks started to turn red, though it was partially hidden by the dark stubble on his face. He awaited the mocking he as sure to receive.
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Post by Mom Chatham on Dec 24, 2009 2:05:21 GMT -5
Marrianne checked over the list for her mother. She didn't mind doing the shopping it was somewhat therapeutic for her, even it was groceries.
She hummed a little something to pass the time as she loaded her cart with the items from her list. It seemed just like another normal quiet day when WHAM! BAM! ALAKAZAM! A blur of fur went past her knocking over a display of her Nana's favorite snack crackers. She found it her duty to help clean up what she could she looked over at the boy who had been fleeing the scene.
She pushed her cart aside and started over to him. She had her approach, be calm, be gentle. She had her most pleasant smile on. "Hey that was some scene there." She motioned for him to come over. The poor kid seemed flustered and frustrated by the whole scenario. "Don't worry I won't go saying what happened or anything. I'm one of the good people." If it put him at ease, who knew? But it was better than having him fly off the handle. "I'm Marrianne, also known as Mom. Who might I know you as?"
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Post by Ezra Kingsley on Dec 24, 2009 15:25:58 GMT -5
"Ezra Juniper! Quit talking to your mother that way and just get to the market and get what she wants!" Ezra mocked her father's orders as she walked to Whole Foods to get her mother's turkey and other condiments. Why the adults couldn't go themselves when they had cars was beyond her.
She shouldn't have gone home straight after the clean up just now. She should have just stayed there and dwindled her time away. At least then she wouldn't have to be subjected to the torture of being out of place in the upmarket shopping mart in her tattered jeans, a black unironed Metallica t-shirt under a grungy dark grey army jacket with her blue streaked peroxide blond hair.
As she predicted, eyes were on her as she grabbed the turkey she thought her mother would want and went in search for the cranberry sauce on the list when a stupid customer rammed himself into a stack of crackers carefully situated by the end of an aisle. The guy looked vaguely familiar until she realised why. It was the dog boy some of the geeks she hung out with had warned her about.
She burst out laughing and clapped for the guy's clumsiness. "Oh my God, classic dude! Do it again!" her raspy voice sounded even more inaudible under her heavy guffaws. She continued to clap, doubling over with laughter as she clutched her stomach. Well, they always said dogs were the clumsiest of all animals.
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Post by Hunter Lodge III on Dec 26, 2009 11:51:12 GMT -5
Hunter wasn't sure what to do, and he could only stand shocked for a moment. His first thought was to flee the scene, especially when he hear laughter and clapping coming from the other side of the stack. He hadn't even noticed the weird looking girl in tattered clothes. Still, another girl started picking up the boxes and smiled at him very kindly, motioning for him to come help. His conscience got the best of him, and he meandered over slowly, doing his best to ignore the mean girl.
“I'm... Hunter,” he mumbled, looking away from Mom and focusing on re-stacking the boxes. It didn't look as good as before, but it was better than a messy pile on the ground. The laughter from behind him was starting to get on his nerves, however. As he placed box after box, the laughter seemed to get more and more annoying, as if it were growing along with the display of crackers. Finally, Hunter couldn't stand it anymore.
He spun around, a box of crackers clenched between his paws. “Why don't you shut up, girl?” Malice was in his eyes, and he had a strong urge to chuck the box of crackers at her. His hands trembled with excitement, as if they wanted to release the extra weight and get Hunter into trouble. He glanced back at Mom, then returned his gaze to the girl with the stupid hair and stupid laugh. She deserved some sort of retaliation. The moment of weakness in his heart was all his body needed, and in a heartbeat the box was soaring through the air towards the girl with the blue-streaked hair.
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Post by Mom Chatham on Dec 27, 2009 5:14:57 GMT -5
"Thank you for helping Hunter." Mom smiled and gently rubbed his hand. She heard the laughter coming from the other girl nearby. "Don't listen to her, just pay attention to the task in front of you."
This didn't seem to work.
"Hunter! No!!" Mom gasped as she watched the cracker box head towards the other girl. All she could do was hope the box would miss her by a mile.
She stepped quickly between the two. She first gave her attention to Hunter. "Go back to gathering the pile together and just focus on what needs to be done." She was gathering the wrath to shower on the girl who was laughing.
"As for you," out came the left finger of justice. "If you have nothing better to do, then leave. Just remember though, the karma from this event will come back to you three's each one worse than the one before it." She remembered that from her Nana telling her about voodoo during her childhood.
She hoped that this wouldn't escalate into anything major.
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Post by Ezra Kingsley on Dec 27, 2009 13:57:51 GMT -5
The almost ferociously predatorial look on the dog boy's face made Ezra stop laughing immediately. A nervous chuckle escaped her lips when he yelled at her with the box in his hand, just poised to lug it at her. Her smile dropped altogether and she was ready to scram but when the box hit her forehead with a force, she frowned and yelled out as she held the area where she was hit. "You freak!" Ezra screamed out loud. People were starting to gather and Ezra saw the security guard approaching them from the corner of her eyes.
The person that had started out to help dog boy -- Mom...yeah that was her name -- was now shaking her finger at Ezra and cursing her, putting a spell or voodoo magic on her but she felt uneasy all over. She brought her hand down, unaware that it was tinged with a bit of blood.
This is what she got for getting out of the house. Granted, it was her own fault for provoking the boy who thought he was a werewolf but the freak didn't have to lunge a freaking cracker box at her! And damn it, it hurt. If Ezra didn't know any better, she couldn't help but think maybe the boy really was a werewolf and that throw had more power than she gave it credit for. She felt the blood trickle down the side of her face and she wiped it away with her sleeve jacket. She dropped the turkey and walked over to the boy, surpassing Mom and the element of surprise enabled her to push dog boy forcefully. "You psychopath! No wonder no one likes you!" She yelled raspily in his face.
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Post by Ivy Walker on Dec 28, 2009 20:09:44 GMT -5
Ivy had been sent to the Whole Foods store on a mission. Someone that her stepfather worked with had a birthday coming up, which meant her mom had to make one of her amazing baskets. This meant Ivy had to shop. The girl was a health food nut, hence Whole Foods. Ivy wasn't into health food herself so she hoped she wouldn't be able to make any mistakes here.
Heading for the cracker aisle, Ivy cringed when she heard an altercation, but felt horrible when she saw a girl screaming at a boy sitting in the middle of the aisle surrounded by cracker boxes. She went to crouch at the boy's side. "Shut up!" she yelled at the girl. "There is no reason to be so mean." She dug in her pocket and pulled out a small tissue packet and gave it to the girl. "Sorry I shouldn't have lost my temper." There was another girl there as well and she smiled and nodded at her as it seemed she was trying to help.
Ivy started checking to make sure the boy wasn't hurt as well. "There are ways to deal with things that won't fuck up your karma," she murmured as she tried to straighten his hair, but it stubbornly refused to do anything more than stick straight up. "I'm Ivy by the way, we just moved here from Texas. Can I buy you guys a smoothie or something and we can try to let this go and make friends? The cool thing about Californians is there are so many different kinds. I would love to get to know you all."
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Post by Mom Chatham on Dec 31, 2009 3:10:07 GMT -5
Mom sighed and shook her head as the injured blond girl stormed off in a huff. "There's one in every crowd, she just won't learn." She said to no one in particular.
She went back to her matter at hand, Hunter and his little outburst. "You can't let your emotions run you like that," she explained to him. "You sometimes have to take the upper road." She was glad to see another girl had come over and sort of reiterated what she had told the blond a few moments ago, even it was done with a hostile tone.
"I agree with that one hundred percent." Mom said nodding to Ivy. "I'm OK, but I'm always one to keep company with new faces." At least she was speaking for herself. "I'm Marrianne or Mom, its a pleasure to meet you. Just wish it had been under better circumstances." She gave Hunter a look of disapproval for his actions. "I think sitting for awhile and let things cool off is a marvelous idea." Her look softened at Hunter. "It all depends on what Hunter would like to do, I don't make decisions for others." There was a small smile on her face.
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