Post by Tifa Mikhail on Apr 7, 2016 15:17:27 GMT -5
Location: Cork, Ireland
Tifa wrung her hands in the pocket of her ratty, black hoodie. The cold metal of her mace bottle pressed into her palm, and did little to calm her nerves as she entered the tiny service station. The soft tinkle of the bell at the door caused her to look up, smiling nervously at the cashier. Her eyes darted to the large mirrors on either wall and she was afraid her heart would beat out of her chest.
Her stomach growled as the scent of fresh pastries wafted into her hood. She'd run out of cash the week before, and food was nonexistent in her apartment. She was going for something cheap, but enough to last her for a few more days until her next paycheck. Granola or something, probably. She was desperate for anything, really.
With a deep breath, she stepped in an aisle (if it could be called that) and picked up the smallest box of granola bars. It was a six-bar variety pack, which was more than enough. Well, not really, but she would feel less guilt this way. So she took the box, pretending to read the label, and waited. It took almost five minutes for the cashier's attention to be called away to a customer.
As soon as they opened the cash register, she was off like a bullet. Too bad for Tifa, there were theft alarms at the door, which she somehow had failed to notice. And so, at three a.m., the loud ass alarms went off in the dead of night and almost immediately an angry mob of faithful patrons were after her.
Last Edit: Apr 7, 2016 15:26:18 GMT -5 by Tifa Mikhail
Why do we never know enough of happy ends? Why do they never show?
All the times that we have been so good at caring, how many times we'll never know.
Post by Nyghtingale on Apr 7, 2016 15:54:07 GMT -5
Nyght had stopped for a drink, nothing more. Just quick can of some of that delicious tea, named after that certain American state. Instead, she was caught holding two cans of something else instead of tea, but instead had a huge label plastered on the front that stated Rx Energy. She had perused for a while, and seen these and they had interested her. So she had grabbed one up and read all the ramblings upon the can about how it was organic, made from juices and other natural things blah blah blah etc etc etc. So she decided to purchase two of them and see what they tasted like and if they actually gave her energy.
She was standing at the counter when suddenly the alarm began screaming.She glanced over and saw...a girl. She was obviously flustered, and was being mobbed by several people who thought she was stealing. Nyght instantly jumped over, getting between the girl and the mob of angry people and tried her best to shove them away.
"Hey! Hey!! Bloody hell, get away from the girl! Leave her be!!" She shouted, actually having to use her powers to zap a few over zealous people with just enough electricity to make it smart and let them think they had been shocked by static energy build up. When she had held them all off, she turned to look at the girl, looking her up and down.
"Sweetie, did you just try to steal something?" She asked kindly, looking her in the eye.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Apr 7, 2016 16:02:15 GMT -5
Once again, Jack found himself in Europe. The young man wasn't entirely sure how he kept ending up here. Maybe he just wanted to get away from the states for a bit. He spent an awful lot of time over there and, while similar in some ways, Europe was something different enough to hold his interest while not being too different so as to make it annoyingly difficult for him to make friends. Naturally, in his wanderings he'd become lost and was running dangerously low on candy. So he decided to step into the first store he saw that seemed like it might have some sugary goodness to fill his belly with.
If he was being entirely honest with himself, Jack didn't do much shopping outside the states. He frequented the same couple hundred stores every time he found himself wanting something. But since he was already there, the young man figured it wouldn't hurt to try a new place. He did worry that a foreign store would prove frustrating, possibly missing key candies that he simply couldn't live without. But Jack would have to cross that bridge when he came to it.
Jack was at the entrance of the store when he was completely blindsided by a rushing figure and alarms and shouting and so much commotion. The young man was knocked to the ground and he barely had the presence of mind to clamber out of the way, worried he might get trampled by whoever might be pursuing her.
"Why is everything so loud and busy all of a sudden!?" He asked, looking around bewildered. Eventually Jack would figure out that she'd been stealing and that's what the alarm and commotion was about. But right now he'd been knocked to the ground and had dangerously low blood sugar and was honestly just confused.
Ilya stood oustide the establishment puffin' contentedly on a lipstick stained cigarette. She didn't have any initial reaction to the alarms blaring, other than a faint look of frustration at her ruined ten minute relaxation ritual -- but she did - reluctantly - turn her attention to the growing mob of service station patrons around a single, petrified-looking woman. What good would Ilya be if she didn't have the back of a minor criminal-esque lady like herself? No good, that's what. She pressed the burning cherry of the cigarette against her boot and set it on the ground before approaching the crowd. Gratefully enough, she wasn't the only one who had a less-than-vile intention towards Tifa -- she smiled a toothy greeting to both the criminal and Nyght before gauging the situation, the crowd.
Ilya's eyes became wide in utter, ossified horror -- she began to tremble violently and raised her limb, as stiff as a sculpture, to point a forefinger in the opposite direction of the crowd. Her theatrics were sickeningly believable for the average human being like this bustle of a crowd, but she wasn't finished: a shriek of dread crawled from Ilya's vocal cords. "IT'S COMING," She yelped in terror, causing each and every head of the mob to turn to see. What the bloody hell was this woman talking about?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Ilya made the mental note to ask for the tapes later to send to an acting agent.
"Run," Ilya whispered harshly, to Tifa and whoever else that would likely be involved with this poor girl's getaway. "RUN," She insisted before taking the lead and bounding forward in the rush of a true, crooked desperado.
"I do not want to be human - I want to be myself. They think I am a lion, that I will chase them. I will not deny I have lions in me. I am the monster in the wood. I have wonders in my house of sugar. I have parts of myself I do not yet understand."
Post by Tifa Mikhail on Apr 7, 2016 16:50:26 GMT -5
As soon as she's trapped, Tifa reaches for her mace, but she holds off at Nyght's question.
"Steal- wha? No, I mean..." She shakes her head and slips a few people away, trying to get lost in the crowd as she stumbles over her words. How is one supposed to respond to that? She then notices Jack; the poor guy sprawled on the ground, but doesn't get a chance to say anything over the shouting match between the patrons. Someone grabs her, and she shrieks.
Then Ilya comes forward, and the mob freezes. Tifa nearly drops her three-euro box of granola bars at the blonde's screech. Too many things were happening at once for Tifa, especially for what should've been an easy robbery. Damn sneaky stores with their hidden alarms.
But she listens to Ilya's 'friendly suggestion', thankful for the quick escape. If they ever saw each other again, Tifa would do whatever she could to repay her. Shoving through the crowd, and throwing a fist at anyone who tries to stop her, she makes it out. ALIVE.
Wasting no time, she slides over the hood of a parked car, dodges an incoming scooter, and sprints down the sidewalk, calling back a hurried, "Thank you- Sorry!" to the group, the scooter-guy, and probably the car she scuffed.
Last Edit: Apr 7, 2016 16:54:06 GMT -5 by Tifa Mikhail
Why do we never know enough of happy ends? Why do they never show?
All the times that we have been so good at caring, how many times we'll never know.
Nyght was literally confused by everything. Shit hit the fan in every which way possible and imaginable. Some random person showed up, starting to babble about some nonsense or another and successfully managed to rile the entire crowd up again. Right after Nyght had managed to get their attention and start in the process of calming them all down. The crazy newcomer then had the young thief run, which illicited a groan from Nyght. Nyght was going to have the girl apologized, then pay for it out of her own pocket so that nobody was in trouble and no police would be involved. That was completely out of the question now.
Nyght watched as the girl took off running, and the entire place erupted in to massive chaos again. She grimaced, shaking her head, but then noticed, somebody on the ground as if they where injured. She tried to get over to the person, pushing between people when she realized who it was. She would recognize that person ANYWHERE on the planet.
"JACK!" She shouted and shoved somebody rudely and bodily out of her way to reached her downed friend, companion, and erst while romantic interest who failed to share her own feelings. She dropped to her knees, grabbing Jack's shoulder and leaning down to talk in to his ear. The ruckus about them was obscenely loud, and she was worried the man would not hear her if she was not this close or perhaps even this was not close enough.
"Jack, JACK...are you ok! What is wrong?" She said, holding his shoulder and pressing her head against his forehead as if she was trying to see if he was a running a fever. She would quickly try to help Jack to his feet, one hand on his shoulder and the other around his waist to make sure he stood up and was alright.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Apr 8, 2016 13:08:11 GMT -5
They were insane. The entire world had gone completely nuts. Out of the crowd of furious shoppers came some woman who seemed genuinely crazy, screaming about something that was coming. Whatever the hell that meant. Jack couldn't see her, but he imagined a disheveled, elderly woman who'd shown up wearing little more than a bathrobe after escaping from the local asylum.
Jack was considering leaving the whole mess to buy candy somewhere else when a familiar face came shoving through the crowd to get to him, shouting his name.
"Huh? Nyght?" Now the poor young man was even more confused than before. Had he teleported somewhere on accident? He supposed that would explain why things had erupted so quickly but it was still ridiculously random that he'd somehow chosen the place where Nyght happened to be. No, that didn't make sense, either. Teleporting wasn't exactly something Jack did by accident and he definitely noticed when he did it.
He blushed fiercely, partly at her apparently concern for him and partly at the physical contact that was making him... Uncomfortable. Jack was on his feet now and he did not require assistance.
"I'm fine. Some asshole knocked me down because I totally wasn't expecting all this-" Jack waved his hand in indication of all the clamor. "To come out of nowhere."
"Let's get away from these idiots, ok?" The young man began pushing his way through the crowd before heading in the direction Tifa had gone, though Jack didn't know that. He'd ask what Nyght was doing in this particular part of the world when things were quiet enough that she didn't need to literally be touching her face to his for them to hear each other.
As Ilya had started her quickening dash, she tossed a hefty euro behind her -- that would most definitely cover the cost of a granola bundle, and probably five more, but who was counting? Plus, it'd save the figuratively and literally poor girl from getting maternally slapped around by the justice-seeking Nyght, maybe. She had stopped in her tracks just blocks away from the service station and pressed herself against an alley-way wall -- and as Tifa would nyoom past her, she'd grab the woman by the sleeve and tug her into the sketch getaway. A relatively small crowd of Ireland's finest ran past them, and Ilya muffled a peep of laughter.
"I hope the owner snagged my money through that shit. That'd be a solid four meals at the local eatery," Ilya said, more-so to herself than Tifa. She caught her breath in a lingering quietude before starting her light and conversational interrogation. "You're, ah -- too empty in the pockets to buy some breakfast bars or summat'? I mean, I've been there -- but shit, Mcdonald's is always hirin'. Prostitution is legal in the UK too, I've heard -- or maybe it isn't."
"I do not want to be human - I want to be myself. They think I am a lion, that I will chase them. I will not deny I have lions in me. I am the monster in the wood. I have wonders in my house of sugar. I have parts of myself I do not yet understand."
Post by Tifa Mikhail on Apr 8, 2016 16:29:22 GMT -5
Tifa yelped as she was pulled down an alley, but quickly muffled herself as she realized she was saved by Ilya (again). She waited until the mob scuttled past, and then a few moments more before she responded. "It's you." She mumbled past her pressed hands as she tried to quiet her heavy breathing. It didn't do much, other than make her them moist.
As she leaned over and rested her hands against her knees, trying to calm her heart enough so it would stop punching her ribs, she shook her head at the other woman's questioning. "I've already got a job kinda. It's just a long, long while between paychecks. And I'm not desperate enough for prostitution."
She looked down at the box of bars. "Not yet, anyway." Quickly, it was stuffed in her hoodie pocket. Her arms stretched above her head and she sighed heavily, tossing the hood back. It was hot as hell in that thing, and Ilya had probably already gotten a quick look at her face anyway.
"Thank you for helping me." She wiped her sweaty, moist hands clean on her pants. "I can't exactly repay you, though. Want a bar?" She wiggled the mass in her pocket.
Why do we never know enough of happy ends? Why do they never show?
All the times that we have been so good at caring, how many times we'll never know.
Post by Nyghtingale on Apr 11, 2016 0:49:31 GMT -5
Nyght frowned, recognizing Jack trying to brush aside the fact that he needed help in an effort to act all macho and manly in front of her. She was not, however, having any of that and stay directly beside him. She wrapped her arm around his waist, holding him close to herself not letting him pull away as she was sure would be his typical reaction. She was worried about him, and why he was acting so strangely. Also of note, at least to herself, was the suspicious lack of his atypical candy always being shoveled by the liter fulls in to his mouth. She wondered if that had anything to do with his current state of erratic behavior.
Walking with him (in the direction that the escaping convict and mentally deranged psychopath who went around screaming something was coming), she used her other hand and reached in to a pocket. She pulled out none other then...a Snickers candy bar. She tore it open with her teeth then held it to Jack. She wanted him to eat something, and figured this was better then nothing and would at least get his blood sugar back up if that was what might be wrong with him. She waved the Snickers before his face.
"You are not you when you are hungry..." She quoted from those idiotic commercials, "Eat a Snickers."
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Apr 11, 2016 1:28:19 GMT -5
When Nyght offered him a Snickers bar, Jack stared at her, mouth slightly agape. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes upon. The young man wanted nothing more than to caress her lovely curves, stroking his palms along the enticing length of her seductive form, to inhale deeply of that captivating scent before bringing her to his lips, ever so slowly. He resisted the urge to go too fast, to just devour her completely then and there. No, Jack would begin with a nibble before moving on to more complete bites so that he might savor every moment, letting her enthralling taste roll over his palette so that he might bask in that initial moment before he took her fully in his teeth and gently tore into that delicious chocolatey goodness he so desired.
"Oh, I could kiss you Nyght," The young man told her, swallowing his first bite of the candy bar. "And I just might. You're a lifesaver, you know that?" Jack took another bite and hugged his friend tightly, supremely grateful for being reunited with his long lost love in so unexpected a location. He could feel himself rising, the sluggish, sugar deprived blood flowing through his veins instilled with new life. The young man stood erect, smiling as he began to feel more like himself.
"I don't think I've ever been so glad to see someone in my entire life. How'd you end up here?"
"I'm not a fan of granola, thanks," Ilya states, shaking her head 'no' to the offer. She plopped herself on the ground of the alley in a comfortable intertwining of her legs and eyed Tifa over in observation. "You know, there are volunteer shelters here in wee Ireland that exchange food and shelter. You work a little, you are paid in full with all the granola in the world," She says, her Scottish accent curling around the country's mention. She brushes her hair over one shoulder and begins to braid it as she watches the woman consume her theft. "It's good for addicts, I hear. You work off your withdrawal or summat, and you can't buy drugs with canned food, right?"
Ilya placed another cigarette between her lips and lit it, since her last attempt was short lived by a robbery, and the smoke clouded the space between them like a barrier of nicotine and pleasantries. "Just thought I'd tell you, you know, since bein' a thief is far more unforgiving than a helpful citizen of this town."
"I do not want to be human - I want to be myself. They think I am a lion, that I will chase them. I will not deny I have lions in me. I am the monster in the wood. I have wonders in my house of sugar. I have parts of myself I do not yet understand."
Post by Tifa Mikhail on Apr 18, 2016 12:31:51 GMT -5
"I'm not an addict... but I get the idea." Tifa coughs as she waves a wisp of smoke from her face. She slides down the alley wall until she reaches the bottom and sighs roughly, chomping on a fruity-fruit filled bar. "I'll think about it." The soft, chewy bits helped to ease her mind a little. Not to mention they curbed her extreme hunger to the point where she didn't feel like she was going to faint anymore. The power of artificial sugars and added protein.
"The walk home is gonna be shit." She groaned, burying her face between her knees. In the distance, she could hear a crowd talking, probably the same from the store. Or maybe some party-goers stumbling their way home. What she wouldn't give for a nice party right about now. "At least they have free meals in jail." She lamented, rolling the empty wrapper between her fingers.
"Are you from here?" She glances up at Ilya from across the surprisingly wide space that was the alleyway. "Or somewhere else?"
Why do we never know enough of happy ends? Why do they never show?
All the times that we have been so good at caring, how many times we'll never know.
Post by Nyghtingale on Apr 18, 2016 16:21:05 GMT -5
Nyght smiled, seeing that Jack was feeling better and totally acting much more like his old self. Positive that her friend was not going to be alright, she stood up as he did watching him to be sure he got to his feet alright. When he did, she looked around and looked towards the way the two women had run. She gestured that way, winking at Jack.
"Wanna talk a walk...and maybe try and find out who our insane little friends might have been?" She asked him, grinning as she slipped her arm through his and began pulling him gently along in the direction that the two had vanished. She wanted to find out who they where, and make sure that that thief was alright. After all, Nyght had been there herself and knew how hard it was to have to live on the streets at times.
Approaching the corner, she grinned as she heard voices, and releasing Jack she stepped around the corner first.
"So there you two are......are you alright now that your slightly mentally unstable companion is with you now?"
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Apr 18, 2016 17:19:32 GMT -5
The young man shifted uncomfortably every time Nyght touched him, keenly aware of the boner he'd had since she'd embraced him earlier. She was his friend and all but Jack couldn't help but still be attracted to her, getting the occasional boner. Every time she touched him he just couldn't control his boners, especially when she'd held him and the young man had been extremely aware of her breasts against his body, Jack couldn't help but get the most awkward of boners. Luckily, so far she seemed to not have noticed his boner and he figured he should be able to get his boner under control quickly.
The last thing the young man needed was an accidental boner jabbing into his friend during a hug, putting their friendship in crisis again all because jack couldn't find time to flip his boner up into his waistband, where boners are normally kept whilst in public when one needed to hide a shameful, entirely accidental boner from potential view.
"Before we continue on," Jack began, drawing strength from the boner in his heart. He hadn't forgotten Luxor, but some part of him, perhaps his boner, believed he had a chance. And the inner boner, the boner in his heart from which he drew all his strength, would never give up. Before they started walking again, the young man leaned towards Nyght, sure to keep his boner from stabbing into her hip, and kissed her. He didn't intend for it to be lingering, not wishing to overly exasperate either boner, but the young man wasn't going to run away like he did in Luxor, either. It simply wouldn't let him this time, that troublesome boner in his heart
"I'm glad I ran into you here, Nyght." The young man swallowed his fear, trusting his heart boner to not lead him astray. "I've been wanting to tell you that I really like you, like like." Jack hoped she would feel the boner in his heart this time. "I care a lot about our friendship but I want us to be more. Please, tell me how you feel." His heart boner throbbed, fearing rejection but hoping for acceptance.