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Post by Ator Nixon on Sept 25, 2015 13:39:17 GMT 10
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| Gray V-Neck, Worn Jeans, Boots | NOTES |
I keep turning over new leaves,
and spoiling them,
as I used to spoil my copybooks
The lights were blinding and the racks of clothes seemed to continue for an eternity. Ator ran his fingertips along each article of clothing that hung on the rack beside him. The soft cotton material slid over his fingers as he eyed a couple walking into the store. Gross He thought as he saw the girl lean up to the boy for a kiss. He shrugged as he pulled two shirts, one gray and one black, from the hangers and slowly trudged to the check out counter. A tall, lanky woman stood with her back to him, fidgeting with some labels and new clothes that hadn't made its way to the shelves and racks. He tossed the two shirts on the counter and leaned against it, waiting for the lady to notice him. He let his eyes linger a little too long on the open back of the dress the employee had on. Frowning as she didn't notice him, he tapped the bell on the counter. Whirling around, the lady glared at Ator for interrupting her quiet task to assist him with his checkout.
Leaving the large department store, Ator made his way down the mall, taking his time to glance in each store. Sighing, he approached a pretzel cart and purchased a pretzel and a drink and made his way to a bench outside of a shoe store. Taking a bit of his food, Ator watched a kid excitedly approach his mother with a bright colored shoe in his hand. His face fell as his mom shut him down when he asked her to buy the shoes for him we don't get everything, kid Ator thought, taking another bite of his food. A group of high school-aged girls were in the front corner of the store, giggling to each other as they tried on the newest fashion boots that had been released a mere few days ago.
Ator always felt overwhelmed when he visited the mall. There were so many humans. The smells were too strong and the people always got too close to him. Humans have such bad attitudes. As a dragon, Ator thought of himself as pretty well tempered compared to his kind, but when it came to humans, he just didn't understand them. He tried to fit in, but one can only do so much when they know nothing of what they're trying to accomplish. He watched the boy replace the shoe on the shelf and make his way back to his mother, his head hanging low. The mom was holding two pairs of heels, each priced ridiculously high for such a common shoe. She shrugged, making her way toward the pay counter, her son in tow. Ator got up from his bench, threw away the papers from his food and walked up to the counter, the lady and her son reaching the counter at the same time. The woman groaned as she realized someone else would have to be taken care of before her when the shoe store employee made his way to serve Ator. "Can I help you?" the employee didn't have a deep voice for being a guy, but nothing surprised Ator anymore. "I want a pair of these." Ator pointed to the bright colored shoes the kid had previously picked out. A judgmental stare swept over the employee's face as he asked what size. Ator tossed some money on the counter and under his breath mentioned they were for the kid, turned, and walked out of the store. He looked back for a moment to see the kid's face light up as he was given the pair of shoes and the mother's face deepen in anger that her son got the pair of shoes. Just as Ator made his way out of the store he ran into someone. "Shi..." he groaned, grabbing onto the person in front of him. and I make so many beginnings
there never will be an end.
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Post by Taylor Harper on Sept 29, 2015 0:26:54 GMT 10
Was this really his idea to begin with? Taylor had to ask himself. 'What was I thinking?.' He replied to himself. I mean, yeah, he wanted to spend some quality time with his younger sister. But it was supposed to be mutually fun. Taylor was sure she was having a ball shopping. But this stuff was always torture for the guy. I mean, its not like she was his girlfriend and he would at least have the perk of watching her model clothes for him. I mean, he guessed he could. Just not what she was shopping for currently. Taylor was positive it would have been embarrassing for the both of them, so he walked away from the Victoria Secrets and decided just take a walk and wait for her to call him or something. Maybe he could check out some leather at Wilson's or something. It wouldn't be long before the movie started anyway. He had bags from the last few store in his hands. All hers, of course. And then he cringed as he realized that this was too much like a date after all? "Ugh!" He couldn't help but say out loud. They used to go see movies all the time when they were younger. Why the bloody hell was he having such a hart time of it now? So what if they were older now. Had he really been gone that long that it was now awkward? He was walking past a shoe store when some shmo just walked into him almost knocking him on his ass. "Dude! Seriously?!?" He said asked. The guy grabbed him keeping his from falling, but Taylor had to suppress the urge to slap the hands off him. His sister's bags fell out of his own hands onto the floor. "I'm dressed to kill, not be killed" Taylor couldn't help the sarcasm. Its who he was, and he always dressed well. He took pride in it. And this guy was wrinkling his well tailored duds. Ator Nixon |
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Post by Ator Nixon on Oct 30, 2015 13:13:08 GMT 10
Ator frowned at the man that stood in front of him. "Do I know you?" He puzzled. The man looked familiar and yet, he couldn't put his finger on it. He let go of the stranger, stepping back a little. Something told him to keep his mouth shut and get the hell out of dodge. There weren't many times where Ator felt like he was threatened, but when he did, his instincts were always right. I'm dressed to kill, not be killed only meant one thing. Not even bothering to help the man in front of him pick up his bags, he turned on his heel and began walking briskly away, holding his breath in hopes that he wouldn't be followed. In the woods, an encounter with a hunter is one thing, but in public... He wouldn't do anything anyway
He slid into the Victoria Secret store, knowing there was a back entrance leading outdoors at the end of the store. He had come to this mall many times, especially this store. All the women he had managed to keep around for more than a few days ended up dragging him along to this store merely for a tease of expensive cloth that wouldn't even last long in the first place. He scowled as the scents of the perfumes burned his nose as he first entered the store. He brought his arm up to his face, shoving his nose in his sleeve to stifle the smell. A few of the workers were giving him odd stares as they watched him walk in the store alone. He continued to make his way back to the changing rooms where the exit was before he was stopped. "Can I help you with something, sir?" A nosy manager had approached him as he neared his escape. Any other time, I would love to take you home he thought to himself as he took in the view. A small blonde stood in front of him, her arms folded across her chest, pushing up her already large breasts. He opened his mouth to return a snide remark before he was interrupted by someone else. Damn, this day is not my day
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Post by Taylor Harper on Nov 4, 2015 3:42:24 GMT 10
Yanking at his shirt to smooth the wrinkles after being released, He scoffed at the man who'd run into him. Taylor glanced away and reached for one bags he'd dropped. “You should watch where you're going” he started to say and meant to finish with 'you'll hurt someone', but the man's question of “Do I know you?” Had him straighten and really look at the man. Come to think of it, yes. That guy looked familiar, but Taylor could not place where he knew him from. Was it from back in High School or something?. The man took a step back and turned to leave. Taylor was outraged. No apology? No attempt to help him with the bags at all? 'What a pompous jerk!' He thought. “Hey!” He called out, but the guy had turned his back on Taylor and was walking away. “Must have been raised in a barn” He mumbled picking up the rest of his bags. Luckily nothing had spilled out. They'd landed mostly upright with hand-grasps still horizontal. “No better than an animal” he grumbled in annoyance. And that's when it hit him. He DID know that guy. He was on the damn hit-list of beasts he must slay. Looking up he saw the man walk right into the intimates store where he knew his kid sister was shopping. “Bloody HELL!” Taylor blurted out and rushed after him. There were too many people around. Taylor didn't know what exactly he was going to do, if anything, but all bets were off if that freak messed with his sister. Why did he run in there? Did he know Taylor and knew he and his sister were shopping? Was he going to take her hostage or worse? Gritting his teeth, Taylor rushed into the store to stop him. Ator Nixon |
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Post by Sarah Harper on Nov 6, 2015 11:04:46 GMT 10
Sarah was having a blast, but she could pretty much tell that her brother… well, wasn’t. And to her, that was rather hilarious.
To be fair, she had told him that her idea of spending a day at the mall would be boring to him, but he had insisted. She had to admit his persistence in sticking with her throughout the whole shopping adventure, and at the same time, she felt a little bad for him. Oh, well. She figured she’d make it up for him later, or next time. It didn’t really matter. She would cheerfully let him take her along to whichever other place he liked and she’d happily put up with the boredom. It wasn’t important to her - she was just that happy to have her brother around again.
It wasn’t like they had gone back to their old relationship; that would take ages. But at least they were talking again, more or less regularly, hanging out during their free time. That was good enough for now. Yeah. Good enough. As long as he didn’t break contact all over again, she was happy to have him back.
He had, however, not hesitated to leave her alone when she entered Victoria’s Secret, and she had happily let him go as well, because… well, Victoria’s Secret. That was bound to be awkward. Actually, she felt rather awkward around him nowadays, but she would never admit it. Sarah was very well aware that Taylor still didn’t agree with her choices. They never talked about it, really. But she just knew that they would have to, at some point. She dreaded the thought.
Eventually she finished picking out stuff and made her way to the counter. She was just about to pay for everything, when all of a sudden, she noticed Taylor hurrying into the store. Immediately she knew something was up. She’d told him she’d let him know when she was done shopping there. If he had voluntarily rushed into the shop that he had been so eager to avoid, then surely something must be up. Quietly, she followed his gaze and noticed the other guy. Had he gotten into a fight of sorts…?
Wait, that’s not it…
It then struck her that he would only so willingly jump into a fight if it had anything to do with work. They never talked about work. Still, Sarah knew what he was doing nowadays. She’d made him tell her only days after they regained contact. Her eyes widened when she realized what this meant.
”Taylor!” she snapped, without thinking, hoping to distract him. Except that she had no idea of what she’d tell him to keep him distracted. Damn it. Damn it…
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Post by Taylor Harper on Nov 18, 2015 10:01:35 GMT 10
Entering the store, Taylor easily found his target. The only other guy in the store stood out like a sore thumb since he was a head higher than the females who were currently shopping. Taylor slowed as he saw the woman that was talking to the dragon. She had her arms crossed at her chest and did not look too happy. The gold name tag pined to her blouse told Taylor she was an employee and probably a manager at that. What was he going to do? No way he could fight the beast here. Was he going to take that woman hostage once he saw Taylor in pursuit? Taylor didn't see anything else around him through the tunnel vision. He had eyes on the dragon and nothing else, untill... "Taylor!" He heard his name called and recognized the voice instantly. It was so sudden that he did not have time to think before he turned his head in the direction of her voice and called out in response. "Sarah?" He asked as his eyes located her. He stopped cold in his tracks as fear gripped him. She was behind and to the right of the dragon, and much too close. 'SHIT!' He thought as he realized what he'd done. That dragon would now know he knew her. And there was no way for Taylor to get to her before the dragon did. 'God DAMN it!!' He thought as he grit his teeth. His brows furrowed in anger. "Get away from him! He's dangerous!" Taylor shouted at his sister, mainly, but his eyes left her to focus on the dragon and the manager who was right in front of it. Taylor's training had never covered a situation like this. He was armed. The Smith & Wesson M&P .45 compact was burning a hole in his back as it sat just a hand-grasp away in its concealed carry holster tucked under his shirt. Yet he dared not reach for it. There were too many people. That monster could grab that woman and use her as a shield. But that was just his secondary concern. It knew now that Taylor knew that girl behind it. ' God help me' He thought in prayer. If she got hurt because of him.... 'What do I do?'. What options did he have? He racked his brains for an answer. Even if there was no one around, his gun was almost useless against that dragon if it turned into its native form. He had to kill it in its human form. Hunters carried poison filled silver bullets for use against everything up to werewolves. The metal was much softer than the depleted uranium armor piercing rounds needed to penetrate dragon scales. The poison was a paralyzing agent that only worked if it reached the blood stream. Killing poison was not an option. They had to consider innocents hit by stray bullets. He'd have to hit the dragon in just the right spot. Words: 501 Ator Nixon |
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