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Post by DMis on Apr 10, 2017 22:27:51 GMT -5
An early rise for the eldest of the three in the Coven of Blood. Ryan would laugh seeing who my roommates are. But at the same time he would probably hug the pair to bits.... she thought. Being the nice boss she was, Beth had given Nora-her lone employee and apprentice- the day off to show a friend around.
The brunette waved to a few of her fellow morning risers as she put the keys in the door for her shop. Beth adjusted her black shirt with a green pawprint on the front under the slate colored jacket she had worn for the day. She opened the door and headed inside.
Sure the fact that a good chunk of the shops had warning signs about some sort of prismatic mist and possibly the island trying to prank it's inhabitants. All of which Beth hadn't read.
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Post by enigmamystere on Apr 10, 2017 22:43:49 GMT -5
A blonde teenager approaches her store from her left, having been looking around the mall and not quite finding what he was looking for. He sighs as he stops out front, opening up his outer shirt and looking down at the creature within. "Plagg, I don't think I'm going to find a place to earn some money around here."
"I'll say." The black being points down where they just came from. "What kind of food court isn't open at this time?"
He raises an eyebrow at him. "It's early in the morning."
"My point still stands."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 10, 2017 23:01:55 GMT -5
Unseen, out of sight, a teenage boy peaked around the corner, his silver eyes trained on the blonde-haired boy.
It was taking a great deal of energy for Disquietude to maintain his current human appearance. This was his first attempt at it, after all. His superiors hadn't taught him the art of transformation yet; he had simply copied what he had been told about it secondhand. The amount of focus he had to put in was draining and he couldn't tap into the surrounding shadows to revitalize himself, but if there was a silver lining, it was that the mall's florescent lights felt much less painful to his human shell. All he really felt on a purely physical level was sweaty. For more reasons than one.
He wasn't exactly sure why he was doing this. Why he was pushing himself beyond his limits and wandering this deep into enemy territory, putting himself at risk both with the light-dwellers and his own kind. But... Disquietude just couldn't resist. Ever since his initial encounter with Chat Noir, the young Præt'nos couldn't get him off of his mind. His kindness, his empathy, his grace, his... soft blonde hair... his... vibrant... green eyes... his... oh dear...
He wasn't sure what this would accomplish, but Disquietude had to see him again.
With a deep breath, he took a step forward...
Then he did an immediate about-face and dashed back behind the wall.
"Crap, crap, crap, crap, what do I saaaaaaaaaay??"
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Post by DMis on Apr 10, 2017 23:21:31 GMT -5
Beth poked her head out into the concourse. Blue eyes looked back at the blonde. "You can come in if you want. Still hiring," she offered.
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Post by enigmamystere on Apr 10, 2017 23:36:23 GMT -5
He jumps, tugging his overshirt back into place. "Oh, really? Well, can I see what it is you do, real quick?"
Plagg, hidden as he is, can only wonder who this girl is that he hears, and whether they were talking loud enough for her to hear. Then he started wondering if she had any cheese.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 10, 2017 23:43:20 GMT -5
Disquietude froze for a moment, then his tense body relaxed enough for him to look around the corner again. He couldn't quite pick up on the two humans' conversation, but it was clear that the woman was beckoning the boy into her shop. Well... if they were discussing something, he didn't want to be rude, but if they went inside, perhaps it would serve as a stage for him to listen in whilst acting natural. Worth a shot. Just had to wait for the right moment to swoop in when they weren't looking...
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Post by DMis on Apr 10, 2017 23:53:21 GMT -5
"Come on in. Warning it's a bit of a mess. Still setting up for Easter events and classes," Beth offered as she opened the door wide. "Don't mind the display behind the counter- I am just cleaning the examples of my work. I usually make and sell costumes, latex/silicon/foam appliances, sell make up, props, and an assortment of other things." Beth was fully facing Adrien at this point with the t-shirt in full view.
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Post by enigmamystere on Apr 11, 2017 3:55:55 GMT -5
He nods, stepping inside and looking around before turning to her, concerned. "So... what would getting a job here require? Because I've really only worked as a model, before..."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 11, 2017 9:29:59 GMT -5
Oh good, he went in. Disquietude prepared to follow suit, only to freeze up again in panic. He still had no idea what to say, let alone what he would say. Should he even say anything? It might be kind of weird if he didn't, but he didn't want to make a fool of himself. Darn it, if he was already this flustered, how jittery would he be the closer he got?
This was a bad idea. He was going to get himself in so much trouble. Chat would think he was weird, the other patrons would think he's a loser, General Sanguine would be so suspicious, and if Mistress Desire knew...! He had to go back. He couldn't risk that kind of humiliation.
In the middle of pondering this, Disquietude suddenly realized that he had walked all the way up to the entrance of Dreams to Dust.
He stared up at the sign, then into the shop. Beth and Adrien were right inside with their backs to him.
As nonchalantly as possible (or at least as nonchalant as his wide eyes, pursed lips and robotic movements would allow), Disquietude walked into the store, veered left and hid himself behind a rack of costumes, where he pretended to busy himself by studying the various novelties stacked along the wall.
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Post by DMis on Apr 11, 2017 10:56:59 GMT -5
"Helping with clean up, possibly learn how to sew and created costumes, prop making, and manning the cash register," Beth answered as she heard the bell on the door. "And greeting customers that walk in. Like the gentleman looking at the prop wall."
"Welcome to Dreams To Dust. If there is anything in particular you're looking for feel free to ask," she offered to Disquietude.
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Post by enigmamystere on Apr 11, 2017 11:50:27 GMT -5
Adrien blinks, taking a step back to see how she handles a customer. He turns to look at the man, giving him a friendly smile and wondering if he's seen him before. He then dashes that thought, as he hasn't been around long enough to know many people.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 11, 2017 11:58:56 GMT -5
Disquietude tensed up. Even without looking their way, he could tell Beth was talking to him. He didn't dare turn around for fear of blurting out something stupid. The most his rigid body would allow him to do was shoot Beth a thumbs up.
Well, shoot. He knew he was here. Now what?
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Post by DMis on Apr 11, 2017 22:46:31 GMT -5
"We're having a sale on anything with emerald tags. I do apologize for the mess. I gave my coworker/employee a few days off as her best friend from childhood kinda arrived on the island unexpectedly..." Beth offered.
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Post by enigmamystere on Apr 12, 2017 10:41:11 GMT -5
Adrien, still watching, brings a hand to his chin, trying to figure out a way to make sure the customer feels more comfortable. Eventually, he nods to himself and moves closer, standing next to the other guy and smiling warmly. "Hey there. If there's anything my friend or I can help with, please let us know, okay?" He pauses for a moment, then sheepishly smiles. "She knows a lot more than I do."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Apr 12, 2017 16:41:21 GMT -5
"..........................."
Still as tense as ever, Disquietude stared at a nondescript section of the wall, eyes wide and hot under the collar. Against his better judgment, he slowly moved his eyes to the point where he could see the young man standing next to him in his peripheral.
Oh God oh God oh God oh God oh God he's right there what do I do say something don't just stand there SAY SOMETHING!!!
"Thank you..." he softly, nervously squeaked out in a pitch so high and raspy that it was only barely within a human's range of comprehension.
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