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Post by HEATH AMBROISÉ on Jan 23, 2016 0:09:28 GMT -5
COLD AS ICE that's how I treated you It wasn’t like he was running low on food. They still had a decent amount left that he could use. It was just a couple of things like soda and bread. But still, they were running low of some things and it was a chance to visit the grocery store which was probably his favorite place to be sometimes, if only because of all the adults that hung around in the East District. The type of adults he enjoyed looking didn’t usually spend time in his district. He had to go elsewhere to find his type. So that was how he found himself wandering around the grocery store after politely greeting the armed guards. One of them had been pretty nice looking too. He thought anyway. It was hard to see under the reflective helmet. The blonde wandered about the aisles, bored as always as he tried to find someone worth his time. “Maybe we should’ve come on a Saturday.” He mentions in passing as he pulled some canned beans off a shelf and passes them down to his companions. “I’m not really interested in old ladies or high schoolers.” He added sourly, annoyed that for the most part his search was becoming a bit of a letdown. “Ughh I wasn’t even gonna buy anything, just look you know?” he whined, head hanging down sadly. Was it that hard to show up at the same time as he and his friends rolled up? MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW [googlefont=Oswald:300]
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Post by ISABELLE ANAYA on Jan 23, 2016 1:48:25 GMT -5
ISABELLE Isabelle sees no reason why they would need to go to the grocery store, but she finds herself tagging along anyways. They're a little low on drinks and bread, which is fair. She might be able to even grab a couple snacks, if she wants to. They all wandered around the aisles. Isabelle pushes the cart around, silently glancing at the variety of food on the shelves. Heath muses to himself. Apparently he's not interested in most of the patrons around the store -- they're probably here because they want some eyecandy. Not probably, Isabelle's certain. She never understood why, but she doesn't question it. "What are you looking for exactly?" Isabelle idly asks as she takes the canned beans and places it in the cart. Her memory is fleeting, and short. She's not much of a talker, just a listener. "Have you tried the matchmaking thing?" made by bonnibel
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Post by CARYNN VALENTINE on Jan 23, 2016 18:31:43 GMT -5
You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. NOTES tfw carynn quotes kourtney kardashian. | seated in the shopping cart that isabelle was pushing, carynn was currently studying (rather intensely, might i add) a package she had previously snatched off of the shelf. curry ramen, to be specific. thinking about it now, she rarely ever really snacked late at night. maybe because that was usually when she was the most active. sure, maybe there were people in this world who liked to eat while they were on a mission. but for carynn, well, she definitely preferred concentrating on her nightly outings without leaving a trail of bread crumbs.
then again, she did have the freedom to do so once she got home.
she was contemplative for a moment as she picked up another package; spicy beef stew ramen. hazel eyes squinted. well, she didn't particularly like beef, and... her thought process was interrupted when one of her companions spoke. listening to him, a snort soon escaped the brunette's nose, "heath, there's people that're dying. specifically me. we have enough for two boxes of these, right?" she asked nonchalantly as she looked up from the package.
gaze shifted from heath to isabelle, however, when she heard the younger girl's words, "heh!" a laugh, "what'd he even put down in his profile, anyway? wanted: saggy balls and saggy tits. preferably wrinkled and hopefully wouldn't mind a guy in his early twenties. the fuck is this, a reverse-cougar situation?" she continued to laugh as she reached a hand over to give heath pats on the arm, "that's it, ain't it? saggy balls and saggy tits? why don't ya fork over some of our funds to a mechanic? pree sure he'll make ya a humanoid that has both parts."
still snickering, carynn looked to isabelle. her free index finger raised and made a circular motion, "be a dear and turn around, will ya, bella? gotta get more snacks so we can huddle together and watch movies tomorrow night, uhuhu!" |
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Post by HEATH AMBROISÉ on Jan 25, 2016 2:15:05 GMT -5
COLD AS ICE that's how I treated you He turned over to look at Isabelle, frowning as he gathered his thoughts. “You know…” No she didn.t He and Isabelle probably had vastly different tastes in potential partners. Now that he thought about it, he wasn’t sure she even really cared about that sort of thing. “Older, but not too much. Kinda tan, kinda fit.” He stopped himself from going any further fearing he might start drooling if he spaced out. “Not sure if we even get my type on our matchmaking site.” He added, kicking a piece of dirt away from the cart before looking over at the package his companion was holding. “Pretty sure we still have that in stock. Might be stacked on the higher shelves though.” He replied squinting at the ramen pack and trying to remember where exactly he’d put them all away. “HEY! I don’t need wrinkles but I would prefer a guy whose balls have dropped over one whose voice still cracks.” He countered quickly, throwing an irritated look at the merchandise next to him. “I wouldn’t wanna have a bunch of teeny boppers hanging around me.” Heath added as he looked back at Carynn. “Not that saggy, jeez.” The blonde protested, albeit more quietly than before. He snorted at the thought of commissioning a mechanic for a robot boyfriend. “I ain’t desperate enough to become a robot fucker. ‘Sides…too cold for me.” The blonde replied shuddering at the thought. “Why you sittin’ in the cart anyway? Trynna pick some someone with a little girl fetish?” Heath asked, roughly shaking the shopping cart a few times before looking over at Isabella. “Please turn around.” Ah yes, movie night. Did they have enough popcorn? “Yo, are we getting ice cream or sticking to candy and hot chocolate?” Heath leaned on the shopping cart, glancing over from one girl to the other. He’d almost forgotten about movie night. Good thing they brought the cart then. Movie night preparations meant the really were gonna buy a lot of shit. MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW [googlefont=Oswald:300]
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Post by ISABELLE ANAYA on Jan 25, 2016 16:34:37 GMT -5
ISABELLE Isabelle watches as Carynn plucks one of the dried ramen packages off the shelf and inspects it. Spicy beef stew. That's good. Next to the box was labelled chicken stew. That's good too. She didn't really mind which one it is; just as long as they have food somewhere. Something she could eat when she's up late night on the computer. Ramen is cheap anyways, "Why don't we just get a box just in case?" Her head tilts to the side as Heath explains his preferences for romance. She doesn't know -- or she just forgot. Probably the latter. She huffs a short laugh, "You don't need wrinkles, but you want them, right? Or you could always stick a heater in a robot if you really wanted to..." It's kinda weird, but Isabelle doesn't have a say on who Heath wants in a guy. She herself doesn't really find the appeal in them anyways. Men, specifically. But Carynn? She doesn't really remember her preferences either. Oh yeah, movie night. Isabelle obediently turns the cart, barely missing the rows of soup by a couple inches. "Are we going home after this? Because the ice cream might melt." She says, scratching her head. They didn't have any cars either around Tartarus...How inconvenient. The Bling Ring can easily adapt to this place, but this is a prison island. They're pretty much cut off from the outside world. Oh well. There's no use being depressed over it. "What are we watching again?" made by bonnibel
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Post by CARYNN VALENTINE on Jan 29, 2016 0:44:51 GMT -5
You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. NOTES forever slow sry about me. | "kyahaha, look at us gooo!" she laughed, throwing her hands up when the shopping cart was turned around with her still stationed inside. gaze briefly returned to heath as she finally decided to stand up on her feet. hands reached passed isabelle for heath's shoulders. without caring much for the gazes of onlookers, carynn proceeded to pull him closer... or rather, pull herself closer, knowing that heath wasn't so easily moved, physically.
skillfully, the brunette flung herself over isabelle (as though this was some sort of vaulting box exercise), and ended up clinging onto heath like she usually was, "'little girl fetish?' heh! but ain'tcha the one that's always acting like a mom, ya fucking peasant?" asked carynn, a wry grin on her face as she looked down at the blonde. laughing slightly to herself, she climbed over to heath's back and peeked over his shoulder, "shut up and carry me like the bitch that you are, uhuhu!"
hands gripping onto heath's hair, the small woman blinked at the shelves they were walking pass for the second time that afternoon, "just get everything. i mean, who cares, unless yer mommy dearest?" she said with a careless snort; only heath ever worried about stuff like 'saving up for more important things,' anyway. what was the point of having all that money if they weren't going to use it up as soon as they got it, though? carynn could never understand, really, "well, i gotta check up on gilly," carynn added.
one hand casually dipped under her own skirt, then reappeared with her cellphone. the tapped at the screen before turning it over for her friends to see; it was the live footage from the pawn shop's surveillance camera, "ya see that? not even in the fuckin' store. prolly slacking off somewhere even though i told him to keep working. what do i even keep him around for, seriously?" pouting, the twenty-two-year-old placed both her chin and her phone atop heath's head, her thumb scrolling away at the new messages she had received.
"let's watch a horror or a... oh, let's watch a gore! starring me, ripping gilly's limbs apart and shoving 'em down his throat." she suggested, her legs swinging and kicking as she let out a sudden laugh, "haa! can ya imagine the look on his face? i bet he'd shit his pants if he ever heard me saying that. what a pussy... and he doesn't even have one!" |
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