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Post by Ophelia Timber on Sept 24, 2016 21:43:43 GMT -5
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Three weeks on Petra Exterior and Ophelia was running dangerously low on cleaning supplies. The drawstring bag they’d given to passengers as soon as they’d arrived was a god-send on many accounts, especially when it came to the sensibilities of the nose. However, there was one big difference between Petra Exterior and Earth and that was this: there were no convenience stores. And no convenience stores meant that the soap she had was the only soap she’d get.
It didn’t help that Ophelia was used to showering everyday. She hadn’t really been thinking about saving her supplies-- only falling into a comfortable routine of drawing water and cleaning up every morning.
Ophelia crouched, disdainfully looking at the sliver of soap left. That sliver was the only thing separating her from the smell of nature, the great outdoors scent that could be...pungent at best. So, it was little surprise that there was a shadow over Phee as she stalked into the makeshift market place-- where some of the first colonists had coalesced. It was the heart of Exurbia...or at least, it would very soon be the heart of a hopefully large colony.
It certainly didn’t help that an awry shoulder dug into her own as she tried to slip through the crowd. Something coiled inside of Ophelia then, and she bit her tongue to keep from wheeling onto the unfortunate owner of that shoulder-- but that restraint only lasted for a moment. She turned-- before she could stop herself-- and spat out a venomous, “Watch where you’re going!”
NOTES ; this is definitely on the short side, but hopefully you can work with it? Just let me know if I need to make any changes~~ |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2016 22:42:32 GMT -5
Long days had always existed, Elijah was sure of that. But this was ridiculous. Back on earth he was what you might call a light sleeper, a biproduct of the job. Seemed to be a lot more shift work with the added hours of daylight, and with it a lot more commotion. It was one of many things that left Elijah red eyed and cursing at the animate and inanimate alike. Yeah, one of many things. The novelty of being some pioneer of outer space had worn off after he found himself on guard duty in the same cave man style market since landing on this damn rock. This sort of thing didn't bother Eli so much back on earth, back when green paper made the world go round. But now? Seemed you had to find your own perks one way or another. And perks were slim pickins.
"Gonna go on break," he muttered, breaking off from patrol and moving into the crowd.
"Break?" his partner echoed, "No, I don't think..." But he was already lost in the crowd. What did it matter? The boss had more on their plate than worrying about how well Black played with others. Besides, the main thing was being a show of force. Being present in the market to make sure fair was fair, give and take. When that turned into take and take, Black might crack a skull or two and a new, long ass day would begin. Guy with gun scary, listen to guy with gun. Things like that do the trick just fine. That was order in its purest form, after all. Some things, even millions of miles away remain cons-
Elijah collided with a tiny little thing, causing him to frown and turn towards the critter. He was about to speak when she opened her big mouth. “Watch where you’re going!”
Now, a lesser man might have just shown a face of shock at an outburst like that. But Elijah just furrowed his eyebrows and stared at this tiny little terrible. "You got somewhere you gotta be, sweetheart?" he interrogated, "What's your name? Or should I just call you 'Short n Loud?'"
Causing a scene wasn't really ideal. Eli figured his partner would reel him back in if he spotted him at this point. But it's so damn hard to be discreet sometimes, and Elijah had had a long. long. day.
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Post by Ophelia Timber on Sept 24, 2016 23:11:04 GMT -5
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She could tell from the moment her eyes met his that he was looking down at her. Of course, it was rather easy to look down on her. She was short, and there was little that could change that. (At least, now that they were far away from Earth and there wasn't a shoe shop in sight. Otherwise, she'd find the tallest pair of heels she could and give a piece of her mind to anyone who looked down on her.) She wasn't a mind-reader, though, and thus, it was mainly high-strung emotions that had her jumping to the conclusion that he was looking down on her because of her-- not their inherent height difference.
"Somewhere better than wherever you're heading." She spat back, cocking an eyebrow up an inch as she turned and squared up with the offensively tall man. She usually didn't mind pet names-- no, she rather liked them. But her mood dictated her actions, her thoughts, even her breaths-- and at this moment, she was in no mood to humor pet names from a stranger.
Speaking over him-- because there were little shits to be given-- she said, "The name's Ophelia-- I'd appreciate it if you--" Of course, as soon as she'd heard 'short n loud' she came to a screeching halt. Of course, she didn't screech. But the train her mind had been riding came to a screeching halt-- or maybe even-- hit a big, red, brick wall.
Now, she was mad, and it showed in every line of her body. From the tension in her shoulders to the way she glared up at him, her fists curled tight and propped against her hips-- she was the classic human display of a cat with its hackles raised.
"Really, sweet cheeks? You'd better watch your mouth too-- or you'll be dealing with a lot more from darling 'short n loud'." She spat, returning the favor.
NOTES ; she's mad. @__@ anyways, let me know if I need to edit anything! |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2016 0:13:13 GMT -5
"Somewhere better than wherever you're heading."
"That so?" he scoffed, looking her over. What the hell did she mean by that? Well, it was hard to refute her claim. He was just headed to the poker pit to pass the time. Bet stupid stuff, like the shirt off his back for some poor sucker's hat or something of that nature. Just the other day he got an extra toothbrush, lightly used. No, it wasn't a glamourous or altogether exciting pastime, but damn if he wasn't good at it. She was probably bluffing. Probably some 'home is where the heart is' bullshit, where she was on her way to go take care of a puppy or an orphan or off to her job collecting garbage. Was she the garbage lady? He couldn't recall. Figured he'd remember a face like that. Or an attitude like that.
"The name's Ophelia-- I'd appreciate it if you--" A pause. And there it was. Eli was fairly sure he could see actual daggers coming out of her eyes to thoroughly poke him. "Really, sweet cheeks? You'd better watch your mouth too-- or you'll be dealing with a lot more from darling 'short n loud'."
This time there was no hiding his surprise or amusement. A slow smile spread on his face as he watched her get less and less friendly. Sweet cheeks was a new one, and the not-so-veiled threat was pretty uncommon itself. Ophelia... Wasn't that the name of the girl that drowned in shakespeare? Unfortunate naming decision, he mused as he slowly nodded to himself. As far as daily monotonous grinds go, it was safe to say this particular alien invader was not apart of it.
"Well, Ophelia, I'm a Watcher. You can call me sir, or Mr Black, or Mr Black sir, and I'm going to have to need to know where you're headed. Just as a formality and all," he added, running his tongue along the top of his molars as he continued to drink in the sight that was angry Ophelia.
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Post by Ophelia Timber on Sept 25, 2016 0:57:38 GMT -5
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Usually, when she chose to bite rather than bark, people weren't left smiling. She knew she had a sharp tongue at times, and she didn't need another reminder about her 'attitude', but she was fairly certain she hadn't said anything remotely amusing. That being said, she couldn't help staring for a moment too long at the shit-eating grin that spread on his face. Once the wonder passed, it was replaced with a fresh surge of anger that painted her cheeks red. She opened her mouth-- flabbergasted-- and like a fish, shut it again until she'd reigned in her temper enough to think of an answer.
Thank goodness he started talking again, filling up the heated silence-- though perhaps it wasn't so much a silence as a bubble of pseudo-stillness. It was hard to find silence in the heart of Exurbia, and Ophelia found herself more and more aware of the various colonists that shuffled around the two of them. They were...making a scene. That realization cooled her temper-- at least until the infuriating giant started talking again.
A watcher, eh? Sir? Mr. Black, sir? She didn't think so.
"You know, that sounds like a load of bullshit, Mr. B.S." She shot back, proud of her little double-edged acronym. He'd be B.S. to her from here on out-- at least-- until she collected her thoughts (and apologized, though the thought of doing that now was repulsive). Besides, she couldn't really tell him where she was going. Partly because she hadn't really set out with a particular destination in mind (and it'd hardly be conducive to her present unfriendly state to admit she was searching for, in a word, soap). It was then that she looked away, her awareness expanding beyond their less-than-polite encounter and casting over the various looks they were getting.
Walk away, Ophelia, walk away. This isn't worth your time. The voice was disjointed and sounded oddly like her mother-- though she hadn't seen her mother since they'd left earth. But...she wasn't quite finished being angry, so she couldn't just 'walk away'. She'd be damned if she scampered away-- no-- she was going to force this guy to walk away first.
But...what if he really did need to know where she was going? The little thought niggled into her conscious, picking apart her self-assuredness.
"If you must know, I'm planning on milling around Exurbia. Now, why don't you keep on your merry way, pretty boy." She finally bit out, her tone less a question and more of a very pointed suggestion. "I'm sure being a Watcher must take up so much of your precious time, and you have many many duties to attend to." Duties that would keep them from meeting again in the near future, she hoped.
NOTES ; on a scale of 1 to 10, she is now a little less mad and a little more stubborn. let me know if I need to edit anything! |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2016 12:10:45 GMT -5
Mr B.S? Pft, more like Mr B.A. B.A for Badass. He considered that as a retort, but thought better of it. Who the hell was she? Not the backing down type, apparently. Well, that suited Eli just fine. Oh, he was just getting warmed up with her not showing the proper watcher respect he was due. The selfless acts of a protector such as himself should be properly praised with gratitude and the like. Maybe even rewarded.
"If you must know, I'm planning on milling around Exurbia. Now, why don't you keep on your merry way, pretty boy.
Elijah opened his mouth before shutting it, giving her another trademark frown. She had a way of making a loose tongue'd man speechless.
"I'm sure being a Watcher must take up so much of your precious time, and you have many many duties to attend to."
"Oh, it does," he finally blurted out, "I get busy with loud mouthed delinquents, walkin' into people and bein' a menace of society. Takes up a lot of my time. You go mill about Exurbia. Yeah, you do that and I'll stick to protecting the weak and defenseless for the rest of the day. You know, just bein' an everyday goddamn hero."
Yup, that was it. Put her in her place. Time to go bet his shirt at the poker pit, he thought. Or maybe he'd bet the lightly used toothbrush, see if he couldn't get a 6 pack of beer. God knows he could use one, or six. He gave her one last condescending look before his eyes locked on his partner in the crowd. He grimaced and vanished into the mob once more.
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