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Post by PSYCHE on Jul 27, 2015 2:00:55 GMT -5
Hurry to the store, buy liqueur, come home. Hurry to the store, buy liqueur, come home.
Scythr repeated this in her mind as she walked down the sidewalk. With her head pointed to her toes, she lipped this very phrase, focusing only on that phrase so she wouldn't forget. She couldn't forget - if she forgot dad would get mad again, and when dad got mad, the skeleton people came after her more frequently.
Scythr turned her head, looking past her multi-colored wavy locks and glanced at the people walking all around her. The feeling of being in public made her uncomfortable. She never knew whether their faces were really their faces or not. She never knew if reality was real. Her glitter-tinted fingertips brushed against the small rabbit's feet key chain hooked onto her chain belt under her sweater. Her lips quivered, unnoticeable to the public. She could feel her face grow pale as her stomach slowly began to turn the longer she was out in the open where all eyes could see her.
Scythr spotted the automatic doors and quickly shifted on her heel, fast-pacing through them and quickly looking for somewhere that sold alcohol. Luckily for her, the mall wasn't crowded, so she made her way to a directory.
That was when a cold presence came over her. She stopped and looked behind her, seeing a black silhouette standing in the distance. It turned its head and grinned. She turned her head back around, looking at the directory. Maybe if she didn't make eye contact, it wouldn't see her. But they always liked to latch onto her. They never failed to find her.
Even the dream catchers couldn't stop them from haunting her.
Scythr dragged her nail down the directory. "Hurry to the store, buy liqueur, come home..." She squeaked out, finding a store that was a series of alcohols being sold and nodded, making her way there. She poked her head through the entrance. When the woman working there greeted her, she jumped with a stifled squeal and just nodded, quickly pacing to the back of the store. She pulled out a piece of paper from her jean pocket, remembering which alcohol her father liked the most. She spotted the brand in the back, realizing there's only one left.
She looked left, she looked right. Nobody was coming or seemed to be interested.
"Buy liqueur, come home..." With a hopeful shake of her head, she reached her hand out to the bottle.
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Post by Dmitriy on Jul 27, 2015 4:17:01 GMT -5
‘Hey, new customer grabber Dmi! with every robot sign under our 1000 mile warranty, get a free shot of alcohol!’,
“A new scheme already?”
‘But not the cheap kind, the best of the class. I already made a deal with the seller. I just need you to...pick them up...’ The middle-aged woman wrote it down then handed her employee the little note.
“Alright.”
‘Well, just bring whatever they have as a test run, don’t forget to advertise, and enjoy the fresh air a bit while you’re out.’
The shop boss was always coming up with new ways to compete. Yet, this Liqueur Warranty deal sounded, sadly, potentially promising. Better than last week’s Sherbet Savings. Things got complicated and sticky with that one. Dmitriy was glad his boss had the enthusiasm to come back stronger this time. This scheme had more benefits to it too. Every time some careful soul gets a warranty, they’d get a faithful customer and he’d get more opportunities to shuffle to the Luxury District. With a wave, the turtle moved on without delay.
Dmitriy walked up a couple ways. It was easy to see the diversity of the middle class. The lower part he worked in , was modest. The more mechanic parts of the business row held other indie repair shops with garages full of parts and paints. There were also dollar stores and re-sale shops marked by hand made signs on thin, aged, three story buildings. As he got closer to his destination the stores became more sleek in design. Household name corner stores had outlet sort of clothing stores between them. Most could recognize any of them. Little trees dotted the sidewalk and some advertisements popped up on the wider store windows . On the last, he’d reached me Middle Classes’ peak.
“This one..is...” Dmitriy got to the mall and looked at the little memo which not only had the store and drink name, but some directions too. He found the place no problem. Inside he was greeted by a worker. He smiled and went up to her asking where he could find what he needed. She directed him to the back of the store.
Dmitriy went on back to find a girl there already. A nice landmark she was, right at the alcohol he needed. As the girl made a nod of conviction and reached out her hand, he calmly moved in and went for a grab of his own.
His hand landed on the bottle, from there he could tell that her’s seemed aimed for the same. “O-oh...um, sorry.” He removed his hand and took a step back.
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Post by PSYCHE on Jul 27, 2015 11:58:52 GMT -5
Scythr saw a shadow flash into her vision and snapped her silver eyes towards Dmitriy. Her fingers had brushed the bottle, and she moved with a small gasp, knocking it over. When her body locked on to the idea that the bottle was going to break, she swung her arms out helplessly and caught the bottle in her arms, sighing with relief.
Scythr could hear her heartbeat in her ears. There was a person standing in front of her, but she couldn't tell who. Were they real? Were they not?
She slowly looked up at him through her bangs. He didn't look harmless. In fact, he looked similar to a turtle - and she loved animals. But what was he doing here? He wasn't after her, was he? Why would he be? When she noticed how silent she was being, she rose back to her feet and stared at the ground, knees shaking lightly.
"S-Sorry..." That was when she noticed the bottle in her arms. Had he been looking for the same exact thing? She thought about it, trying to form words for him. If she gave it away, her father would probably beat her, but what if he needed it for some reason more than she did?
She would give it to him anyway.
"U-Uhm..." She held the bottle out to him, trying to make eye contact as much as possible without appearing too unfriendly. She didn't want to scare him off. "You can have it... I don't even drink, really, so here." She took his hand and placed the bottle in it, doing her best to form an innocent smile for him like everything was fine.
'He could be working for the skeleton people.' A voice rang very loudly in her head. She winced and turned away.
"No," Scythr whispered to herself. "He doesn't look dangerous at all..."
'You don't know that. He could be dangerous! Very dangerous!' It only got louder. 'He's here to destroy you! He's taking the alcohol from you because he wants you to get hurt!'
Scythr bit her lip behind her hair, fiddling with her fingers as she struggled to argue with the voice inside her head.
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Post by Dmitriy on Jul 27, 2015 13:58:57 GMT -5
The bottle had gone on a small flight ready for the ground. But in ,what was to him, an instant the other flailed a catch. “Wo-hoah... great reflexes.” Dmitriy looked down to Scythr as she held the bottle. She looked up at him from her catch. The most defining trait he saw was her eyes. Her eyes were bright but looked...tired at first, before they seemed to start to panicking. He stepped back once more, worried he had more than startled her. Form there, man her hair, Platinum with cool violet and blue streaks. When she stood up a little shakily, she was only about two inches from his own height.
"S-Sorry..."
Dmitriy shook his head. “You’re the reason it’s still in one piece.” He could see her hold on it. Both arms wrapped around it. It made him figure it was more than a drink. Yet, in the next moment Scythr was holding it out to him. Even taking his hand and putting it on it. She added a side of good eye contact and topped it all off with a sweet smile. How nice.
He took up the bottle in his hand, but he couldn’t actually take it with him without knowing her side. If she wasn’t buying it for herself, there was probably a better reason why she needed it. But instead of thinking hard about it-
"No,"
"He doesn't look dangerous at all..."
He didn’t actually hear what she said, but he was sure she whispered something. “ I don’t really need this...today. I’m sure they’ll have more in stock tomorrow.”
‘Next Week.’ The worker shouted back.
“Next week, alright, that’s still okay.” He sighed before returning attention to Scythr.
“I’m just picking up for my job, a little bonus for customers. But we don’t have to start as soon as today.” He held the bottle out to her like he was presenting a master samurai sword.
“I’m sure you need this more urgently than I do.”
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Post by PSYCHE on Jul 27, 2015 14:33:37 GMT -5
Scythr looked at him and then the bottle, drawing her attention back to reality. Pausing for a second and trying to find the right words, she placed her palms against it, lightly pushing it back.
"N-No, it's okay. I can find a different one and he'll be fine." She seemed to have let something slip unknowingly, but her eyes only dropped back down to the white tiles. "You need to get it to your customers. I'm sure they'll love it!"
'Get away from him! He's dangerous!'
Scythr looked away. "No, he's not...!"
'Look at him!'
She turned her head back and her eyes widened, seeing the person in front of her. He suddenly had no face. He was simply hollow with shadows protruding from the empty area. The blood suddenly drained from her face and she could feel her knees give in. She immediately looked away and took a step back.
"R-Really, it's okay... You can have it. I don't need it."
She felt as if she was going to pass out. The poor girl placed a hand over her mouth.
'You idiot girl! You're letting him have it! He'll beat you! He'll beat you!'
'HE'LL BEAT YOU!'
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Post by Dmitriy on Jul 27, 2015 19:47:45 GMT -5
Scythr pushed the bottle back to him. “Are you sure? A week isn’t long at all for a business.” He watched as she looked down to the floor. Then she looked away speaking more. Dmitriy knew it wasn’t towards him though. He could tell...something was up.
"R-Really, it's okay... You can have it. I don't need it."
“I won’t get in trouble or anything I-if you have it. I want you to have it.” With a hand to her mouth, she was definitely starting to panic, she wasn’t okay. He wanted to help.
“A-are you alright?” Would she hear him? He wanted to reach out to her, but he thought of something else. Dmitriy put the bottle back on the shelf. “It’s yours, it’s fine.” Afterwards he turned to leave before he remembered about advertising. ‘Is this the time?’
He pulled out a small card from his pocket and held it out to her. “The shop I work at, is a robot repair shop...so if you ever need anything like that...” Dmitriy went quiet a bit, “But you can also just come by if you just want too.” He shrugged and tried to look and keep calm. “It’s a different scenery, but maybe you’ll like the change. It has charm.”
Small talk, he’d fallen into small talk. “I should go. sorry.” He started on his way.
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Post by PSYCHE on Jul 27, 2015 20:09:49 GMT -5
She heard him say he wouldn't get in trouble. Really? Was that the real case?
Was she allowed to bring this bottle back to her father and not get hurt? She looked over at the bottle in his arms. Scythr did her best to try and not visibly panic so much. She couldn't help it - she was terrified of the skeleton people. They tortured her when she was awake, they came for her in her sleep - she rarely had a break from them, and that break...
She suddenly began to feel her arm itch. The area where many needles had entered before. She needed it; wanted it. Something, anything-
"A-are you alright?"
Scythr looked up. Oh no - did he think she was intimidated by him? If he was an actual person, she would have been very disrespectful, right? She watched as he placed the bottle back on the shelf, a glimmer of hope shown in her pupils. Scythr wondered at that moment if it was really okay to take it.
The mania began to settle as she looked him in the eye and heard his sales pitch. It got her mind off of everything she was hearing and what was going on inside of her. She took the card and looked at it carefully. Stroking her thumb across it, she knew that this material was not of someone who would harm her. The rabbit feet fended off the evil she previously saw, and now she saw the real face of the kind person in front of her.
Before he walked off, she pinched the corner of his shell like a small child, pulling him back. "Wait." If he turned to her, we would be greeted with a small and kind smile.
"Thank you so much. I-If it isn't trouble..." She held up the card to him. "I-I'll come visit and say hi. Oh!" She fumbled for her mini notebook in her back pocket, pulling out the pen and scribbling down an address. She handed it to him. "This is my painting studio. I-If you need to talk you can come here. It might not be as exciting as a robot shop but uh... Come any time! I'm always there by myself so..." She started to stutter and fumble on her words. Her silver eyes glued to the floor again. This was the right thing to do, right? Father wouldn't be mad if he just watched, right? Besides, she was always alone... And she needed to pay him back for giving her the business card.
At the top of the card read 'Scythr Noreika'.
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Post by Dmitriy on Jul 27, 2015 22:30:31 GMT -5
Dmitriy felt the gentle tug on his shell and heard her simple command. He turned back seeing a most genuine smile, and couldn’t help but smile back. He listened to her go on so shyly.
“It’s no problem at all, I’d be more than happy to have company at the shop.” It was a relief, talking a bit more was a good thing. She already was less panicked.
He took up the card she held out. It had an address and her name on it. “Oh cool, you pain in your own studio? That’s really nice.” Oh man, was she a sort of upper class artist of prestige? Going around as an undercover celebrity? Dmitriy wanted to lend that to why she was nervous, but he was too sure it wasn’t that. It looked like she had some moments of deep inner thought going on.
“Thanks...Ms. Noreika.” He smiled even bigger. “I-I’m Dmitriy.” Might as well introduce himself. “Dmitriy Černá, nice to meet you.” He held out his hand to shake.
“Hmm....Do you have to get back soon? I won’t hold you longer.” They hadn’t been talking and staring quietly at each other long, but he felt like he may of stopped her on her way. He also didn’t have much free time.
Speaking of, he got a call from his NUIP. “Oh, um excuse me, I have a call.” He turned around and answered. Boss was calling and telling him to turtle a bit faster. She’d only call if they were starting to get busy. Dmitriy filled her in of the lack of liqueur, since even one wouldn’t even be enough. Yet, she just really needed his help soon. They could send it off to customers whenever they got it. “I have to go sooner than I expected myself. I'll come by your way for sure though. The first day I'm free.”
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Post by PSYCHE on Jul 30, 2015 18:45:08 GMT -5
She nodded to him, placing her her hands behind her back and holding onto the fabric of her sweater sleeve. "It's... All I'm really good for so... You can come whenever you want..." She gave him another nod and smiled at her shoes. When he introduced himself, she tilted her head with another smile.
"Dmitriy... That's such a nice name." That was when he suddenly got a call and turned away from her. She looked over at the bottle of alcohol and picked it up into her small hands, holding it close to her chest. Now her father wouldn't be mad - he would actually appreciate something she's done.
She looked over at the time and realized how much time she spent here in this conversation. Her eyes widened. Forget being appreciative, if she was too late, she'd get scolded! Panic rose in her chest as she looked back and forth between Dmitriy and the doorway of the store. She didn't want to just leave unexpectedly; that would be so rude.
“I have to go sooner than I expected myself. I'll come by your way for sure though. The first day I'm free.”
She smiled with another nod. Had she finally made a friend with someone?
'You'll only drive them away.' A voice said to her in the back of her mind. 'No one likes you, remember?'
Scythr felt herself sink before remembering she was in front of a very nice person. She couldn't show any more of her flaws to him than she already had. "I'll be waiting!" She smiled, then went to the register. Paying for the bottle of alcohol, she nodded in thanks to the cashier and left through the doors.
When exiting the mall, the artificial sun seemed brighter than usual. She inhaled the oxygen and went on her way.
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