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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 28, 2009 0:28:22 GMT -5
(( OOC: >_> yes yes, new open thread. Please bare with me. I'm going to be slow to respond to this and... I would really like it if a female character responded. I think it would be easier for Malc to deal with and for me to "get into the groove" with this muse.)) This sucked. The sparrow gave a frustrated sigh as he walked down the street, newspaper clutched in his talons. So he had made up with Ez. Great. That had gotten him a place to live, but after his visit with Dad things just seemed more bleak than they had been. Getting a job and sticking with it just seemed like a too difficult task to muster. What was he supposed to do when he had no particular interest in sitting behind a desk all day and pretending to be nice to people? Wandering seemed like a better option, but from the looks Ez gave him that wasn't an option. For now anyway. He glanced at the small wallet he had filled with money. Perhaps... he could just stop to get something to drink in one of the local bars. Maybe talk to the bartender about possible job opportunities in the area... the only catch was the time of day. Before noon wasn't really a good time for drinking. Plan two was completely foiled. "This bites...." Malc muttered as he continued to walk down the street looking for the address he had circled in the newspaper. |
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Post by Nako on Sept 29, 2009 15:27:35 GMT -5
 Stupid.. gimped hand. ... Stupid pickle jar! It must have been an odd scene out on the streets. Sitting on the curb side of the road in front of the grocery store, a pink-haired, -pregnant- human struggled with a jar. She didn't give a damn if her rank was queen. She didn't care if she was getting stared at. Pregnant woman. NEED PICKLES. Zuberi couldn't get a grip with her weak, split left hand, nore could she twist the jar top with it either. The hand was utterly -useless- for most things that needed a firm grip now.. and the dexterity in it had been shot. It was a good thing she was right handed, or this would have -truly- been a terrible situation. But to her, the current one was terrible enough; she was frustrated near to the point of tears. Her life... was terrible. It sucked... perhaps not compared to some people's lives, but in her perspective it was damn well bad enough. Glancing at her surroundings, it was obvious most people were giving her a wide berth... save for one individual who didn't even see her. Ahaha. Perfect.... save for his rank, and eight of clubs. It seemed that rank was -following- her now, reminding her of a very bad time in her life. Hopefully it wasn't a sign of bad juju. She shook that feeling off; all she was going to ask for was a little help with a pickle jar.. that wasn't so much to ask, was it? The worst he could do to her was probably say something spiteful toward her.. and Suits help him if he did. Ohoho.. she had a whole slew of bad juju she could throw on his tai. Wahahahahaha! "Beggin' ya pardon... could you open this? I'm at me wits end with it." |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 29, 2009 18:52:39 GMT -5
He jumped at the sudden question. He had hardly been paying attention to where he was going, let alone who was around him. The sparrow swiveled around to look at who was addressing him.
Hot damn.
She was certainly a pretty lady, even if she was a little strange. The wings were kind of terrifying, but the rest of her made up for that. He seemed to droop though when he realized that the woman was very pregnant. Of course she was. Why wouldn't she be taken? The man brushed it off fairly quickly.
"Of course I can open the jar for you, Ma'am!" He gave a little bow before taking the jar. It took him a few minutes of struggling before the top gave a loud resounding pop! Victorious he offered her the jar and lid with a bright avian smile. "There you go! Anything else I can do for a lovely lady such as yourself?"
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Post by Nako on Sept 29, 2009 19:06:16 GMT -5
Sweet suits! Finally! His slightly disheartened expression went entirely unnoticed as she waited with wide eyes for the jar to be opened. She heaved out a thankful sigh, immediately fishing out a pickle from the jar and biting into one with a hearty -crunch-. Omnomnomnom... Wonderful.
She had her eyes closed in a sort of bliss when he spoke to her again, and it took her a few moments to regain her composure. Embarrassed, she wiped her mouth with the palm of her hand with a sheepish grin.
"Oh! No, I think I'm fine... but thank you very much. When a woman in mah condition wants something, she really -wants- it!" Her gaze drifted to the paper in his hand, making note of the many circles. Job hunting, perhaps?
"Any luck?" She inquired, chewing on her pickle thoughtfully before remembering her manners and tilting the jar toward him in an offering. "Want one?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 29, 2009 19:27:39 GMT -5
She really liked pickles. Must have been a pregnant woman thing. He'd heard about that from Zane. Cravings and crazy things like that. He gave a rather goofy grin when the woman responded, confirming his suspicions.
He blinked at her first question. Oh right, he still had the paper in his hand. "Not really. Either I have too little experience or I just get bored of the job after a week." He gave a small shrug. Jobs. He really didn't want one. In fact he would have been find wandering around like he used to. But that wasn't going to make him happy forever. He was already depressed that everyone around him had someone.
When she offered him a pickle he hesitated. Well. It wasn't going to kill him. "Thanks," he said carefully pulling one out of the jar with the tips of his talons. He took a large bite out of the pickle. Mmm. Pretty good pickle.
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Post by Nako on Sept 29, 2009 19:43:26 GMT -5
"Well, I -would- imagine that it's hard to find a job when ya picky about the one you get." Zuberi said with a bit of a grin. She wasn't going to have -sympathy- for him if he quit a boring job. Obviously he didn't need a job that badly then.
But as a lazy ass Midori, she could also relate. "Jobs are kind of hard to come by in the capital. Might mean you'll need to do a bit of a commute to somewhere else. Working in the Capital has surely got to be a miserable ting, though. I only come up here to shop, and to visit friends."
She fished out another pickle after finishing her first, looking off as if considering deep and meaningful things. In reality though, she was wondering if there were any shops open with a lovely sherbert.. or perhaps... cheese and noodles. Mmmm. Fooood.
"So, what do ya do? What's your trade.. or are you an odd jobs kind of man?" She didn't mind striking up a conversation.. the man would likely excuse himself if he got bored of her.. or even more hilarious.. stand there uncomfortably and put up with her because of her rank. That'd be fun.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Sept 30, 2009 13:56:55 GMT -5
The bird gave a slight snort, it was true. She spoke the truth no matter how he looked at it. If he wasn't picky he could have worked anywhere and managed to get quite a bit of money. But what was the point of having money if you were miserable the entire time? And what was the point of a job that was slowly killing you anyway?
"Yeah. Hard to find a job period without being so picky. I just can't force myself to do something I hate. I used to work at the Court of Clubs but that ended... pretty badly." He shrugged. Pretty badly was a bit of an understatement. He should probably drag his as back to the court to apologize, but he didn't see that happening anytime soon.
The striking up of conversation was... well it was nice. He hadn't actually conversed with anyone other than family in a long while. "Odd jobs mostly. I've done everything from cleaning to being a secretary to bar tending very briefly. You... on the other hand look like quite the accomplished individual. I imagine you have quite the occupation."
No harm in flirting.
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Post by Nako on Oct 1, 2009 17:06:46 GMT -5
She took note of that smarmy tone of voice; was he flirting? Well... in a way it didn't surprise her. Ever since she'd drank those potions she'd had that effect on people. Still, the compliment was nice.. and it made her consider her life for a moment. Was she accomplished? She looked at the Selkie avian, as if considering. Compared to him... probably. Was that bad.. to think that way? But he himself seemed to admit that he couldn't hold a job, and most -certainly- didn't seem particularly happy. Those signs were not good indicators of accomplishment.
"Ah guess you could say that. Voodoo isn't exactly a common trade." Zuberi finally said, giving her head a thoughtful tilt before extending her hand to shake. Hah.. perhaps that thought would send him for a loop. It'd be interesting to see what he thought of that. She was still seated.. but she really didn't feel like it. perhaps he'd not be -too- terribly offended. Hehe. "I'm Zuberi, by the way."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 6, 2009 11:08:31 GMT -5
His eyes widened in utterly surprise. Voodoo? Her appearance should have given it away, but he still couldn't help but find himself staring at the woman awkwardly. Yeah, that would be classified as successful. Dangerous too. Not to mention she was a Queen, and she probably did have a equally powerful husband or lover.
And yet he still wasn't discouraged. Perhaps that had to do with the magic? Doubtful.
The extended hand almost made him jump. He gave her a tentative smile at the introduction. "It's nice to meet you, Zuberi. I'm Malchiah. It's not everyday I run into a pretty woman with the power of voodoo."
He should probably tread carefully, right? Might as well make some more small talk since they introduced each other. As for the woman sitting down, The sparrow hardly cared. "So I guess you're in the city for some shopping or visiting? Find anything interesting yet?"
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Post by Nako on Oct 6, 2009 16:57:57 GMT -5
Wahahaha! Fear the voodoo lady? Her smile twisted up a little more at his near jump. She couldn't help it! What once offended her now was more a source of lighthearted amusement.. though she didn't think she had it in her to truly -terrify- someone without being provoked.
"Likewise... and if you ever -do- run into others... ya gotta point dem my way. I should start a club." Zuberi was able to keep a rather polite smile on her face despite his flattery. It was something she was getting increasingly used to, and it was becoming difficult to believe the validity of such words. Perhaps it was just magic. Sure, she wasn't horrid looking, but it was hard to get past the wings.. and the eyes. But regardless of how horrifying she appeared... it seems clubs and spades couldn't get enough of her.
"A bit of both. I always like to do a bit of shopping after visiting the Court of Hearts. I have friends there." Putting the jar of pickles in her bag, she put her good hand up again, but this time gesturing that he should help her up. "No.. Not yet. It's been a while since I've been to da Capital. They've switched a lot of things around since I've last been here."
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