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Post by ODELL WILMONT on Jan 25, 2016 17:40:14 GMT -5
 The night shifts were ideal for Odell, because most people didn't like dealing with the big scary guards outside thanks to their gloriously intimidating faces illuminated by fluorescent lighting. The brave souls who ventured past their domineering presence were quiet and typically came in and out without more than a few words to their cashiers. Such was bliss in this hectic life he found himself apart of. Naturally, it was short lived, because he could practically sense a familiar presence as soon as it crosses the threshold into the grocery store and Odell is glancing behind himself warily as he shuts the door to the fridge full of milk cartons and other beverages. Could he... make a run for it? How long did he have to live if he locked himself in the freezer? Odell, so persistent in lying to himself that he wasn't the prodigal son of a well known family of witches, didn't even think about what he could easily do to get himself out of there before Hilal was upon him. He looks back toward the freezer and begins to push jugs and cartons aside to glance behind the display to stare at the temperature of the cold box and honestly debates going in. "Just for a few minutes..." Odell whispers to himself as he sets a foot on the ledge in an attempt to throw himself inside. MADE BY ★MEULK |
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Post by HILAL WEISS on Jan 27, 2016 9:19:04 GMT -5
[attr="class","fitz"]His charmed rings sparkle underneath the shop's artificial lighting. Hilal stifles a yawn; having been up since six this morning. The day had quickly gone by with his head hung in old books. By the time he decided to try out some new potions did he realise not only was it close to midnight, there wasn't any milk in the fridge for his usual 1 am tea. Seo was nowhere to be found. Hilal had to begrudgingly head for the supermarket in the dead of night. His whole trip was smothered with cursing both himself and his familiar. Hilal had no fear for the creatures of the night; he thought fear of the darkness to be largely irrational. And back to the present. Hilal's smile is unnatural. "Get me some milk then while you're at it, Wilmont. Or do I have to make you?" His voice is peppered with bitterness and triumph. At last, things were looking up. [attr="class","suga"]TELESCOPE EYES |
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Post by ODELL WILMONT on Jan 28, 2016 2:31:01 GMT -5
Well, there goes that plan. His foot slips and he barely catches on the the side of the door and hangs awkwardly off it that as if he was frozen backwards after being tossed from a building. He slowly cranes his neck back to stare at the source of the voice. Yeah, yeah he really should not have hesitated hiding inside of the cooler. He would have survived a night or two, maybe. "Weiss," Odell returns listlessly, carefully sorting himself out and standing up properly, reaching back into the cooler for a carton of milk, "let me clear I'm only getting you this milk because I am an employee at this establishment and you are a customer." He closes the door and turns around, holding the milk out for Hilal with a blank stare. "This is my job," he emphasizes once more, "and I'm just doing it."Internally, Odell is going down a list in his head of everything he needs to do later, and how late he's going to be with taking care of them in an attempt to run away and hide from Hilal. Just like old times. "You're not making me do anything."MADE BY ★MEULK |
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