[Open] Beautiful Remains

[tybalt rogue maychester]

'Behind you son. Turn around.'

Tybalt only gritted his teeth, snatching up a belt before picking out some little pink stud earrings for Hailie. He gazed down at this in the rough palm of his hands, such a contrast.

He loved the little girl so much though, took the jewerly and belt and tossed them on the counter, fishing around in his wallet for the right amount of money to buy them, glancing towards the register price. He managed to pull off exact change, plus a few cents, and scowled at the lack of money residing there.

Reminding himself to clean out the register and pay everything off so he could get his money, he tapped his fingers impatiently.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"-dynamite with a laser beam, gaurenteed to blow your mind." He sang along to the radio, ringing up his things before holding up the earrings.

"Are you sure pink is your color? You look more like a green to me." He said, but put the belt and the earrings into his bag anyways. His mind span for a moment, then he took his money, handing him his change and reciept, not thinking anything of it. 'Few too many shots last night, Vegas?' He asked himself, then handed him the bag.

"Thanks for shopping at the store I don't work at. Have a nice day." He said, then turned back to his phone.

[connor crayze sykes]

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[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt's lips curled faintly, a sudden urge to call this guy out itching at his senses. "Fucker," He muttered, taking his things silently and turning to leave.

He nearly bumped into Jayson and Cory, knocked some clothes off of a shelf and stared at them in agitation. Today just wasn't his day. Not bothering with them, ignoring Jayson's flirty hey and Cory's more annoying one, he made to simply leave instead of picking up.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"Pot callin' the kettle black, eh?" He asked with a smirk, clicking his tongue ring against his teeth. He walked over to the display, fixing the shirts as slowly as he possibly could. He wasn't on the clock. He wasn't being paid for this.

"Be nice, Zander said. Karma's a bitch, Zander said. Well, I can be a bitch back." He grumbled, folding another shirt and setting it back.

[alarice misaki crave]

Arice watched the exchange tween Vegas and the customer with growing agitation, the light fur on the back of her neck standing on end. The two energies were like two raging bulls, preparing for a head on collision. Surely they could sense it too. When he left she followed him to the front of the store, helping Vegas fix the shirts that had been knocked over and welcoming the two customers that had just entered.

Schooling her expression she rounded on Vegas. "Just because your stuck with me does not mean you have to be an asshole to everyone."

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

"Hey, Jayce." He said with a nod towards him. He glanced over his shoulder at the girl, a laugh rolling off of his lips.

"You see.. It's not because I'm working with you that I'm an ass to everyone. I'm an ass to everyone on a daily fucking basis. Because I can. So how about you put out the fuse someone lit on your tampon string, and go the fuck home like Zander told you too." He straightened back up, a folded shirt in his hands which he dropped on the shelf.

[alarice misaki crave]

Arice's hazel-green eyes began to shift as she looked away, yellow tinging the outer rim, and creeping inwards. Something about this man put her hackles up, made her feel like fighting. It was the cat inside of her she knew. Alarice was not a fighter, but Bellatrix, as she called the cat part of herself, was. She was one of the strongest Panthera around, and she did not back down from a fight.

Alarice could feel herself struggling to keep control as Bellatrix surfaced lazily, angry at being baited. She turned back to Vegas, a feral grin on her feline face. In a quick motion she slapped him hard in the face. "Last I checked, no male ordered me around." Her voice had a hard edge to it, not normal for the timid, stuttering Alarice.

[nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson]

Nevada was about as bad as Zander when it came to his temper. And if Jayson might not have been in the store, he would have picked up the nearest item and beat her senseless.

"Last time I checked, no bitch laid her hands on me and lived to see the light of day. You better hope you're not in here when Jayson leaves because I am going to ram a metal pole so far up your cunt you're going to look like a fucking shiskbabob." He clicked his tongue ring against his teeth. "I've been the hell out of my own mother. I won't hesistate to do it to you."

[alarice misaki crave]

Her eyes were golden now, her teeth extended into fangs as she smiled at him. There was no trace of Alarice now. It was just Bellatrix, and it had been so long since she had been free, so she was looking to play. "What, are you afraid your little boy will see what you can do? Get scared and run away?" She snapped her teeth together as she spoke, leeting the sound of fangs clashing ring out. He could try to turn her into a 'shiskabob', but he would have a hell of a time if she turned. "And do you really think the fact that you beat your mommy scares me? All it proves is you can beat up a human. La-de-da." She could feel the muscles under her skin rippling, begging for her to pull on her pelt.