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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 8, 2012 2:45:24 GMT -5
Another day, another dollar. Arice was alone in the store for now, since Zander had stepped out for some reason or another. She hadn't been working here for long, but he seemed pretty nice. She was refolding shirts for the third time today when her phone went off. The alarm for this time meant she should be going to lunch now, but with no one here, she was stuck. Her stomach rumbled as if in complaint and she groaned. There had been no food in the house this morning, and she did not have the money to waste on fast food, so she was out of luck until she got off work. Maybe if she finished soon Zander would let her leave early. The thought put a smile on her face as she got back to work, humming happily.
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Post by charlie annalise richards on Feb 11, 2012 3:09:48 GMT -5
Charlie bounced into the little store, eyeing the guy on his phone outside for a moment. She tilted her head, wondering why he seemed to angry. And how his hair stuck up the way it did. She shrugged, and continued to bounce into the store. She walked over to some shirts, and forgot completely what Tyler had told her to come get. She looked over them, then remembered what it was he had wanted her to get- a belt and chapstick. She walked over to the belts, looking over them before picking out a white one. She walked over to the counter, looking over the tiny tubes before picking one up. She sat the belt on the counter and looked at it.
"Does it really taste like cherries?" She asked the girl, looking up at her from a curtain of orange hair.
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 12, 2012 0:16:43 GMT -5
Arice had heard someone enter, but hadn't payed them much mind. She was just trying to finish. When she was asked a question she looked up, startled. Brushing auburn hair behind her ear she nodded and whispered a reply, "I prefer the white one though," and pointed at a white tube in the same display. It was pina colada flavored, and she loved the mix of coconut and pineapple. It reminded her of her parents, who used to make her virgin versions of the drink when they would have house parties. "And belts are on sale, buy one get one half off." Zander had drilled into her to always remember the sales.
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Post by charlie annalise richards on Feb 12, 2012 0:26:35 GMT -5
She put the cherry one down and picked it up, reading the label. She guessed if it was good enough for her, it was good enough for her boyfriend. She saw the spikey haired guy walk in.
"After her you can go." He said, and she watched him with interest. She turned back to the girl.
"His hair is pokey, huh? Reminds me of a bird." She said with a smile, pushing the chapstick and the belt towards the girl, fishing in her pockets for the money he had given her. "You have really pretty hair." She said with a smile, rocking back and forth on her heels, then her toes, then her heels again.
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 12, 2012 0:53:16 GMT -5
When Zander came back and told her she could go she smiled at him. He always treated her so well. At the red-head's comments she chuckled. "That's one I haven't heard before, but I suppose you could be right." She rung up the items for the girl and slipped them into the bag with the receipt. "The next comment caught her off guard and she looked up at the younger girl. "Um, thanks?" Compliments were always strange to her, always made her feel uneasy, as if she was under a microscope for someone to study.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Feb 12, 2012 3:42:29 GMT -5
Nevada waltzed into the store as Nevada usually did when Zander was working. Which was always. He looked at the orange haired girl, and the equally orange haired girl. The one in front of the counter was so short.. He walked over to her, putting an elbow on her head. He stared down the girl behind the counter, then slowly walked around it, clicking his tongue ring against his teeth. He stood between her and the exit and smirked.
"Hi." He said, propping one hand against the wall and the other on the counter.
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 12, 2012 3:51:51 GMT -5
When the door chimed to announce a customer Arice looked up and almost groaned. Vegas. He was always in here, but she had been able to avoid him, until now. He worked next door at Spencer's, another of Zander's jobs. She handed the girl her bag and tried to escape before he caught her, but it was too late. He had approached and was behind the counter before she could tale two steps. "H-hi. You're not su-supposed to be back here." She could feel the blush creeping up her cheeks as her stutter was revealed. Why was he tormenting her?
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Feb 12, 2012 4:00:03 GMT -5
"Yeah well.." He took a step closer, smirking at her discomfort. "When you've laid the manager a time or two, I think the line between what you 'should' do and what you 'actually' do kind of fades to black, don't you?"
He was being nice enough, taking the rest of her shift due to Zander asking him to. Even if he didn't work here. He figured he may as well send her home with nightmares. Or a bad case of the shakes. He clicked his tongue ring against his teeth again, no mercy in his smirk.
"You know why they call me Vegas? Because I like to play games. With people. Like you." He took another step closer, and now she was pinned against the counter. "And golly gee, Zander's no where to be found. Looks like your luck just ran out."
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 12, 2012 4:20:41 GMT -5
When Vegas mentioned fucking her boss her blush deepened. It's not like it was a major secret, but she was so private that anything like that made her uncomfortable. She swallowed audibly, visibly distressed. How anyone could be so rude was beyond her. She listened as he spoke, not sure if she should reply. To not reply would make her look weak, but replying might make it worse. She let out a squeak of fear as she felt herback press against the counter. There was no escape from him, and no Zander to come to her rescue. She was at his mercy.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Feb 12, 2012 4:27:17 GMT -5
He smirked and was going to lean closer when he heard a door open and Zander clear his throat.
"Vegas, stop torturing people." Zander said flatly, his arms crossed across his chest. Nevada groaned, walking back around the counter.
"But I'm covering her shift and I don't even fucking WORK here." He groaned, crossing his arms himself. "Why you always gotta ruin the fun? You boyfriend's on the rag?" Vegas ducked as Zander hurled a clip board at him.
"Temper temper." Nevada said, shaking his finger.
"Keep on, cocksucker. You're going to be out of a job. And don't think I won't." Zander warned, walking back into his office.
"YOU AIN'T MY MOMA!" He called after him. "My mom's a fucking whore." He grumbled, pulling his stool to the cash register.
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