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The snow is stained in red, the ice broken, it shows so many reflections, but which one is my own?
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Post by alyssa skye on Jan 12, 2016 0:50:34 GMT -7
 window shopping is hard.
grunts have a meager wage, and most of it is spent on the necessities. alyssa has to be prudent when she saves up for something. she might skip a meal or sell some belongings every so often. it's no big deal, but she can't help but miss living with her parents sometimes. separated at age sixteen, with barely a penny to her name.
she had to prove that she was capable. she still does, sometimes. her superiors know that she's more than capable of handling missions, and that's all that matters. they've been assigning her on more recently, with a nice bonus on the side.
that's why she's here, longingly glancing at everything through the glass that separates them. she could afford those things, of course, but it's a matter if she'll ever use them. alyssa walks away from the shoe shop, distances herself from the lingerie, and finds herself wandering the place instead of actually looking for anything specific.
it's not long before something catches her eye -- a plush doll, sitting high and pretty through the glass. it's really really cute, and she kinda wants it -- but her reputation's on the line. she, alyssa skye, who is always trying to prove herself, can absolutely not come back with a plush doll. everyone will laugh, she's sure of it. she can't.
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Post by CEDRIC ODAIR on Jan 12, 2016 1:19:08 GMT -7
what most didn't know about rustboro was that magma had a big influence on it. he was just a mere grunt but chatter indicated that they even ran it. but that was a rumor he had no intentions on proving true or false. there was however a large amount of familiar faces in town, most of them the magma-kind.
the lavaridge born grunt was here on a mission. that was almost always the reason to why he's in a city. while he hated staying in lavaridge because of magma it was his home. and he just couldn't abandon his home. not yet.
rustboro was good for shopping and that was about it. for a magma grunt they pay was little so not many luxuries could be bought. he had on a plain white t-shirt and a black shirt. he tried to avoid wearing any magma uniform unless he really needed to.
speaking of familiar faces, here was one. a fellow grunt, he thought, but he can't be sure since he never made an effort to remember. she was staring at a plush doll that sat high up on the shelves. who would've thought; magma members did have a heart after all. he walked up to her.
"hi," he said. he turned to look at the plush. "does that interest you?" he asked. |  I love to flirt to see, I'm only talking to you, If you wanna surf my seas, now that you got me boy, You know you better spice it flavour it, Get it get it right, savour it | |
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The snow is stained in red, the ice broken, it shows so many reflections, but which one is my own?
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Post by alyssa skye on Jan 12, 2016 11:07:00 GMT -7
alyssa yells at the sound of another voice, whipping around her body to meet them. she can't really place his name, but there's no denying that he's also in magma. she cringes at the sight of him -- well, it wasn't like he wasn't nice per se. but alyssa doesn't want to talk to someone here, out of all places.
she stutters for a moment, staring at the striking yellow of his eyes. the lessons from magma instantly run through her mind again. keep your composure. don't let them see your weakness. her hands come up to brush off invisible specks of dirt. she clears her throat, and builds up an air of professionalism around her -- as if nothing happened at all. "no, of course not..."
her eyes linger on the doll once again, tempting her to buy it. she briefly contemplates possibly coming back, if just to take it for her family or something. she quickly averts her eyes away from it, meeting the person across from her. "ah. i just might get it for my brother or something." alyssa laughs, half a lie and half not.
"my name's alyssa."
CEDRIC ODAIR
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Post by CEDRIC ODAIR on Jan 15, 2016 4:28:54 GMT -7
as startled as she was he couldn't help but just admire the fact that she regained her composure that quickly. it might be a thing magma had taught but it was still impressive nonetheless. she filled the air with professionalism but the mere sight of the plush didn't help her case.
cedric simply stared at her for the duration of her reply. eyes scanned from head to toe; she was definitely magma. some people found it to be embarrassing to show kindness and affection but he wasn't. it was what made people human(?). but he understood why she did it; it wasn't easy being a female in magma. competition was tough as it is.
"get it for yourself, alyssa," he replied with a smile. in fact, he wanted to prove to others that affection wasn't a weakness. so much so that he decided to just buy the plush for the girl.
"come on," he gestured as he entered the shop. he expected her to follow him. he reached up for the plush that sat high up on the shelves and took it to the counter. he reached for some money as he spoke.
"i'll carry it for you if you want," he said. he took out what he assumed was enough for the plush and placed it on the counter. he looked to her and hoped she would take his generosity well. | I love to flirt to see, I'm only talking to you, If you wanna surf my seas, now that you got me boy, You know you better spice it flavour it, Get it get it right, savour it | |
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The snow is stained in red, the ice broken, it shows so many reflections, but which one is my own?
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Post by alyssa skye on Jan 15, 2016 23:41:26 GMT -7
she can feel his stare as she talks, eyes scanning up an down her body. it's rather unnerving -- some people are just too creepy. but she doesn't move, for whatever reason. perhaps it's from embarrassment, or that plush doll that sat before her. but if she can endure the harsh training of magma, then she can stand up to any guy out there.
he smiles at her, telling her to get it for herself. she blinks. that's not what people usually said. most grunt would tease her on sight. her face stays carefully blank but there's no stopping the pink that tings her face. he gestures as he walks in, expecting her to follow. there's a pause where she contemplates leaving. forget about it and never come back -- but that's rude. alyssa doesn't want enemies in magma either. she reluctantly steps inside the store, meeting its bright lights and kids running at her hips.
"woah w-wait!" alyssa waves her hands in front of her urgently. she has more than enough money to pay for it, and she doesn't want to be indebt to him. alyssa barely knows the guy and he's already trying to get something for her. all these gestures, these kind actions, were jarring compared to the cut-throat competition of magma. if she was embarrassed then, she's definitely blushing now.
"wait, thank you, but you don't have to do this for me. i can pay for it..."
CEDRIC ODAIR
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Post by CEDRIC ODAIR on Jan 16, 2016 4:20:58 GMT -7
before he joined magma he swore to himself that he wouldn't change, that he wouldn't become like them. they just treated things with little to no respect, acting like they own everything and everyone. that wasn't who cedric wanted to be, that wasn't who he was.
so it was only natural for him to buy the plush for the girl. because he was sure no one else would. and that suspicion was confirmed when he noticed the shade of pink on the girl's face. it was clear no one has treated her like this before or at least no one from magma.
he simply chuckled at her reaction. he shook his head and slid the money towards the cashier. it was already paid for before she could even intervene. he took the plush and rotated it so it would look at the girl.
"use money to get something for your brother," he replied. honestly the cost of the plush wasn't even that much. he could still afford it. he just thought this would be a good gesture.
"does your brother have a name?" he asked, genuinely curious. in exchange for her brother's name he gave her his. "mine's cedric." | I love to flirt to see, I'm only talking to you, If you wanna surf my seas, now that you got me boy, You know you better spice it flavour it, Get it get it right, savour it | |
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Post by alyssa skye on Jan 17, 2016 10:37:13 GMT -7
alyssa had been different before her initiation into magma. she used to be a pushover; nice, awkward, and too passive. she's still nice. sometimes. but in this world she had to change to survive, at least, where she's at now. she had to always stay in her toes, backstab people when she had the chance.
which is why cedric's actions seem so jarring.
she cringes as the transaction goes through. the sharp ca-ching of the cash register finalizes the purchase. he takes the plush and turns to her with a flourish. she stares at the plush that cedric holds. her face burns at the sight, an expression full of a mixture of horror and joy.
her eyes dart to the side, recalling the half excuse from earlier. "grimm. my sister's name is mary." she says. she nods at his name. oh yeah. she's seen and heard his name around magma. that's about all she knows, though. her lips turn slightly in, and alyssa bows her head formally.
"thank you, cedric. i'll be sure to pay you back eventually."
CEDRIC ODAIR
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