Angeline Strauss (Sᴛᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ Aɴᴀʀᴄʜʏ) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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savetheearth2014-03-20 02:12 pm
sugarslice) wrote in savetheearth2014-03-20 02:12 pm
[network/action]
[ network, video (shitty webcam), Thursday morning (3/20) ]
[ Angeline is sitting on her bed, a bit hunched over to get her face in view. Behind her and off to the side is a cork board with various print outs and magazine cut outs pinned onto it hanging on a pale lilac wall. With her low quality webcam, it's impossible to discern what the decorations are.
Angeline herself looks mildly vexed. ]
Can I crash at someone's place for a few? My parents have been flipping their respective shits at me since that huge snake monster trashed the city. In fact, that's how they wanted to start the day today! Bitch, bitch, bitch. It's ridiculous.
[ A: action, de beach, Thursday late afternoon/evening (3/20) ]
[ After another argument with her parents, Angeline snatches a coat and storms out of the bed and breakfast. She winds up on the shore just a handful of minutes away, kicking at the sand. Eventually, she starts picking up stones, shells, and anything that looks throw-able, then sits and does just that -- throw them into the water.
If someone also happens to be walking the shore at this time of night despite the cold weather, they'll come across her.
Unless someone happens to have metaphorical balls of liquid fire and is actually in the water, in which case, looks like there's a three-inch rock sailing right at them. ]
[ B: action, grocery store, Friday noon (3/21) ]
[ Angeline is spending her lunch break sitting at one of the benches along the store's front. Normally, she'd spend it inside the staff break room, but someone's lunch included Patis. Her nose no can handle, Randall.
Her own 'lunch' is more of a dessert train, really. She's got a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in her hand and a slice of strawberry shortcake from the bakery section at her side, waiting to be consumed. Her drink of choice? Sweetened tea.
In her other hand is her phone. She's playing Candy Crush and lifting her sandwich to her mouth for another bite when suddenly!!
A wayward scarf or hat carried by a strong gust of wind slaps right into her face. ]
[ C: action, a bus, Friday afternoon (3/21) ]
[ This particular bus is well-populated, but luckily there's a seat unoccupied by a body.
Unluckily, the seat is instead occupied by several plastic bags full of candies, pastries, and general teeth-rotting foodstuff. The girl sitting next to it is obviously the owner -- she's got one hand holding the handles of the bags. She appears not to be paying attention, earbuds plugged into her phone.
Unbeknownst to her, a gaggle of middle schoolers are pointing at her hair and (unsuccessfully) whispering about how she's the same crazy chick who was flying around on the news and driving a stolen pink Cadillac with horns and another crazy chick on the hood on the ninth, when Wise Snake appeared. ]
[ ooc: Action options open to one character each! ]
[ Angeline is sitting on her bed, a bit hunched over to get her face in view. Behind her and off to the side is a cork board with various print outs and magazine cut outs pinned onto it hanging on a pale lilac wall. With her low quality webcam, it's impossible to discern what the decorations are.
Angeline herself looks mildly vexed. ]
Can I crash at someone's place for a few? My parents have been flipping their respective shits at me since that huge snake monster trashed the city. In fact, that's how they wanted to start the day today! Bitch, bitch, bitch. It's ridiculous.
[ A: action, de beach, Thursday late afternoon/evening (3/20) ]
[ After another argument with her parents, Angeline snatches a coat and storms out of the bed and breakfast. She winds up on the shore just a handful of minutes away, kicking at the sand. Eventually, she starts picking up stones, shells, and anything that looks throw-able, then sits and does just that -- throw them into the water.
If someone also happens to be walking the shore at this time of night despite the cold weather, they'll come across her.
Unless someone happens to have metaphorical balls of liquid fire and is actually in the water, in which case, looks like there's a three-inch rock sailing right at them. ]
[ B: action, grocery store, Friday noon (3/21) ]
[ Angeline is spending her lunch break sitting at one of the benches along the store's front. Normally, she'd spend it inside the staff break room, but someone's lunch included Patis. Her nose no can handle, Randall.
Her own 'lunch' is more of a dessert train, really. She's got a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in her hand and a slice of strawberry shortcake from the bakery section at her side, waiting to be consumed. Her drink of choice? Sweetened tea.
In her other hand is her phone. She's playing Candy Crush and lifting her sandwich to her mouth for another bite when suddenly!!
A wayward scarf or hat carried by a strong gust of wind slaps right into her face. ]
[ C: action, a bus, Friday afternoon (3/21) ]
[ This particular bus is well-populated, but luckily there's a seat unoccupied by a body.
Unluckily, the seat is instead occupied by several plastic bags full of candies, pastries, and general teeth-rotting foodstuff. The girl sitting next to it is obviously the owner -- she's got one hand holding the handles of the bags. She appears not to be paying attention, earbuds plugged into her phone.
Unbeknownst to her, a gaggle of middle schoolers are pointing at her hair and (unsuccessfully) whispering about how she's the same crazy chick who was flying around on the news and driving a stolen pink Cadillac with horns and another crazy chick on the hood on the ninth, when Wise Snake appeared. ]
[ ooc: Action options open to one character each! ]
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What were you doing there?
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[He doesn't say any more than that as he turns back to the shelf, taking a moment to move some items forward and checks the dates. A slight grunt and grimace is heard from him before he moves on to the next shelf.]
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[ The question isn't asked accusatory-like, just straight up bluntness. ]
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I did take a day off, but I'm relying on a lot of pain killers and cigarettes to get through the day.
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Dumb.
[ ... Tongs. Hm. ]
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[There's a small shake of his head as he continues to move items around, checking the labels and moving on to the next shelf. He really doesn't want to crouch down to get to the lower shelves.]
...I hope you enjoy the pastries and manage to find a solution to your rooming situation.
[At least he managed to pull the conversation away from himself, for now.]
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[ She's picked up the plastic tongs again and is quietly closing the distance between them whenever he isn't looking. Now that's really paying attention, it's not difficult to see what area he's favoring.
Bad plan, bad plan, but she's doing it.
She's doing it.
She prods his lower back with the tongs. ]
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What was that for?!
[That was definitely something Angeline wouldn't normally do. He was keeping his back up to the rack now, his posture taking on a defensive stance. Then he realized that he needed to lower the volume of his voice before attracting more attention to them.]
...Don't do that again, okay?
[His words were quite stern and quieter than before as he calms down. There was no need to give in to the dark thoughts that were circulating in his mind.]
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[ Wow, talk about dramatic. She taps the tongs on her shoulder, apparently unfazed by his exclamation. ]
What are you going to do if someone hits you with their cart or some stupid brat whose parents are too busy picking their noses to keep their kid on a leash runs into you?
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[His tone remains the same as before and doesn't take a step forward to put emphasis on it. As for the label maker, he takes his time to crouch down and retrieve it, keeping his eyes on Angeline.]
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[ That's not a genuine question. She's making a thinly-veiled call out. ]
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[He grunts slightly as he grabs the label maker and starts to stand again. He doesn't voice that he'll be on his guard around everyone he encounters.]
...Have you?
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That won't happen.
[Sure, his back was still tender, but there was no risk of bleeding out. At least, for now.]
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Again? Maybe you Echoed back echoes.
[ She lifts a hand, shoulder also rising dismissively. ]
Whatever. It's your body. You're free to be as dumb as you like.
I'll catch you later.
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Bye Angeline. Enjoy your food.