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Today was errand day for the group. The thing about errand day in Primal Instinct was that everyone bought their own stuff, there was no community fridge so to speak. But Lucistic lately had actually been sharing snacks with people so it wasn't a surprise when a group of them decided to tag along and bum off him a few sweets and chips here and there through the aisles. Lucistic was pushing the grocery cart, he had out of control punk black hair with faded green dye at the tips as if at one point his entire head was green before letting it grow out. He had at least five earrings along the cusp of his right ear looking like a rock star with his black gothic style patched pants and tall combat boots giving him an unnecessary few inches more of height and of course to tie the outfit all together manicured cerulean blue nails with a tiny starfish charm at each of his index fingernails.
Inside the grocery cart was Innocentia who looked like a third grader in every way from height to the voice to her button nose and darling dimple smile. She wore a cheery smile with her hands pressed up against the front of the grocery cart as if it were a ride. She had short wavy platinum blond hair that was fastened into double top knot pigtails. Against her roots was a pastel pink shades of glitter. She wore fairy kei makeup that matched her decoden manicured nails. Around her neck was a pink ribbon choker with a golden bell and that was where the cuteness (at least to Innocentia) stopped. She had been wanting to get Senescence's attention so today she wore a leather pink jacket with golden spikes down the shoulders with a pink plaid skirt and black tanktop with Hello Kitty on it because it was the only black shirt she owned. To put it all together she had two bows with an eyeball on them on either side of her pigtails. She was already pulling down a few cereal items into the cart which made Lucistic redirect his route towards the center of the aisle so she couldn't grab anything else. Innocentia sat back in the cart with a pouty expression that simply read you never let me do anything fun!
Somewhere between her brother moving the cart towards the center of the aisle and Senescence's apparent arrival on the scene, a few extra boxes of Innocentia's favorite cereals and snacks seemed to land in the cart. For her own part, she couldn't look further from Innocentia if she tried, even with the recent adjustments to her cutesy companion's wardrobe. Sen was tall, taller than an average man, even, with combat boots not too unlike her brother Lucistic's. Much like her footwear, almost the entirety of her wardrobe was black, from her pants, to her leather jacket with it's immaculate white tank top underneath. In fact, there were only three real spots of color on her at all. The first was very obviously her hair, a bright scarlet dyed pixie cut with bangs just long enough to pass her brows and be an annoyance. The second was her necklace. It was a gray stone pendant, the chain rusted, and patched with what one might hope weren't blood stains. The last was all due to Innocentia herself. She'd insisted on painting Sen's nails, which was why rather than her usual short clipped fingers were now painted over the a gaudy pink nail polish that sparkled every time she moved her hands.
Her motorcycle helmet was tucked upside down under her left arm, already filled with goodies she probably didn't actually intend to pay for as she casually plucked things from the shelf at random. Senescence's expression was cold at best, the heavy scars across her body stretching with each movement she made to reach for things Innocentia wouldn't be able to get to, even standing in the cart. Mostly, she was doing it to annoy her brother. Not that she minded an excuse to make someone else pay for Innocentia's things.
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 7, 2019 20:22:52 GMT -5
"Thanks Doc, you're a lifesaver." A passerby whispered into his ear as they walked away. Any time was a good time for a trade, and slipping things between the shelves to be picked up by his clients was a specialty. Grabbing the money, he quickly thumbed through it, before being satisfied and sticking it into his pocket. Funk had, of course, wandered off from his mates, they always made of mess of things no matter where the went. Of course, avoiding them meant going through all the boring aisles of soup and cleaning supplies. At least he got to go to the produce section on his lonesome, picking through the herb starters they had lined up.
His get up was rather simple compared to his gaudier "friends". Everything well maintained, yet he still had to keep pushing his bangs out of his electric eyes. Wearing simple black framed glasses, jeans and an old concert tee he found on his floor, he looked completely normal.
"Ugh. Nothing good. Why do I even look?" He huffed, scratching at the back of his neck before heading off
Eshek was very pretty, in an immaculate, spoiled, untouchable sort of way - dead-straight blonde hair, pale blue eyes, a preppy kind of fashion sense that was all shirts buttoned up to the collar and pristine sweaters. But behind the sharp looks, there was something rotten, something decaying: her hair had been bleached since she was twelve years old, leaving it brittle and thin; her smile was too spiteful and messy to be charming; and her eyes were far more haunted than they were soft. She could have been the perfect daughter, could have been in an Ivy League school right now, with the perfect friends and the perfect life and all the money in the world; she'd been raised in a sprawling mansion, all chessboard tiles and chandeliers and marble busts of long-dead women, and, as the only daughter of a very rich father, she could have inherited everything. But her mother had died giving birth to her and, with nobody else left to blame, her father had held her accountable for the murder, as he called it. Her childhood had been cold and empty and very, very lonely, the only child in an echoing, gloomy palace that was as decayed around the edges as she grew up to be. And, just recently, she'd been cut off. No education, no work experience, no family, no money. But she was mad enough to make it work, and her friends had grown used to her sponging off them when she inevitably spent her fortnightly pay on the first day.
"Because you're an idiot," she chirped with an ugly sneer, swiping Funk's glasses off his face and running through the aisles till she found her friends; she leaped into the shopping trolley with one hand and landed heavily beside Innocentia, popping the glasses onto her own face and looking down at her little friend with a huge, proud grin. "Cute shirt," she purred, flicking the bell around Innocentia's throat with one finger and crossing her ankles, feet resting on the far edge of the cart. "Tryna impress someone? Ooh, is it me? I knew you'd come around to my years of seduction eventually. I was thinking a spring wedding." She looked over the top of Innocentia's head and smiled up at Senescence; I'm only teasing, it said. She's all yours. If you two idiots ever make a move.
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 8, 2019 0:59:17 GMT -5
Funk was left in the aftermath of Eshek’s laugh, holding a watermelon and basically blind. He held the fruit up to his ear and knocked on it, like nothing had just happened. Once again dissatisfied, he put it back. Holding back his sigh, he knew he should of just stayed at soup. For such a mild mannered looking man, it was hard to see the madness that lurked in those eyes. A mad doctor, a compulsive gambler, a figure we’ll known enough for him to have books and blogs dedicated to him. And here he was, picking up another melon.
“Hey eShrek. Get your shotty root job and the rest of you back here!” He yelled, loudly but also like he didn’t really care enough to go search for her himself. Not that he could, he was blind without his glasses. The trust fund girl and him always seemed to be at odds. Could be worse, he could be Lux.
"I told you NOT TO CALL ME THAT!" Eshek shrieked at Funk through the aisles, standing up in the shopping cart and throwing a little petulant tantrum as Lucistic wheeled her along, stomping her feet and rattling the metal. She couldn't see him - couldn't see anything with these God-awful glasses, didn't know how he could function with eyesight as bad as his - but she knew he was there, and she wished more than anything that he wasn't. She'd done more than one dark magic ritual in her horrid little apartment trying to cleanse the world of his presence, but so far it hadn't worked. "And my hair is fine!" She screamed the last word and knocked half a shelf of biscuits into their cart; she flopped back down beside Innocentia as the boxes rained down over them like a cardboard snowfall. "Surprise," she purred weakly to the girl beside her, throwing up her arms and resting them down atop the boxes.
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 8, 2019 12:20:46 GMT -5
"Ugh. God." Funk pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated, "Hey, Pez Dispenser. Can you go get my glasses from the trust fund kid, please." It appeared he was talking to no one, but a boy with jet black hair who was shoveling taffy into a small plastic bag perked up. Pesmerga was an actual third grader, unlike Innocentia, and didn't need glasses like his blind father. Grabbing a second bag, he held up both the full bag and empty bag to his father. Holding back a chuckle, Funk took the two, "Okay, I'll get you another bag."
Pesmerga nodded, satisfied with Funk's basic answer and headed off. He wore a Fortnite shirt a size too big for him that he still insisted on wearing and some khaki shorts. It didn't take him long to find the group with the cart full of biscuits and two girls in the cart. Envying them a little, he pushed that aside and tapped on Eshek's arm lightly.
Innocentia was happily grabbing at the things Senescence was putting in the cart and gave a welcoming smile when Eshek came in and giggled at her wearing glasses, her eyes were huge and they clearly weren't hers. For a moment she wondered whose they belonged to until she looked back and saw Funk.
"Actuallyyyyy, I already have a backup crush on this one guy if things don't work out... Actually I've just been holding out for a long time now... Hoping. I suppose I'm at the, things didn't work out phase, but here I am still waiting. But today's going to be different!" Innocentia said with a cheery smile, "I have it all figured I'm going to-"
"Oh God it's a child," Lucistic said noticing Pesmerga and shoved the cart forward hard, "Save yourselves!"
"LUCISTIC YOU IDIOT!" Innocentia screamed as it slammed into a wall sending a lot out of the cart and luckily just landing Innocentia with a bruised knee with her leather jacket protecting her arms.
Lucistic looked back at the kid, "What do you want? Candy? Souls? Baby doll heads? What's your game kid?" He said crossing his arms suspiciously, he's run into enough demonic children and league children especially that have been more than ravenous in the past and violent.
"Oh please, Lucistic, it's just a child." Miracle's voice piped up in a soft, chiding tone, and she picked up Pesmerga on instinct, setting him on one hip. Her curly black hair bounced lightly with the movement, and she used her free arm to brush a few of the thick, wayward coils away from her face. She was new to the League, having literally been kidnapped and had to fight her way to freedom, which she'd then used to join the ranks of Primal Instinct that she'd left what seemed like a lifetime ago. It was an all around odd situation, really.
Despite the warm weather, she wore a long, beige cardigan over a simple pine green tee and black leggings with matching beige boots. It was all pristine and inviting, unlike the edgier styles of her companions, complimenting her honey eyes and warm toned skin. "Now, what did you need to talk to Eshek about?" She asked with a gentle smile. Miracle had always been good with children, and currently spent her time working at a daycare, which she rather seemed to love. It wasn't the most high paying thing ever, but it was more than enough to get her snacks and some treats for the little ones.
Senescence's mismatched eyes of haint blue and blind violet found Eshek as she arrived, and despite the fact only her blue eye could see anything, both seemed far too intent on the other girl's comment about a wedding with Innocentia. But as quickly as that dangerous look seemed to come, it disappeared, and then Lucistic had tipped Innocentia out of the cart in the next instant. Idiot was right. Kneeling down, the Proxy extended a pale hand forward, palm up, to help her tiny friend up from her new place on the ground. "Maybe next time you shouldn't ride in a cart with an insane person driving it." She suggested, glancing back at her brother and rolling her eyes. While she wasn't someone who would willingly place herself around children, she also didn't seem to have the same irrational fear of them as her brother did. Not that she was surprised either.
She was about to snap something at the kid when the world turned upside down. Eshek snorted at Lucistic’s antics, letting out a high, delighted shriek as the cart crashed into the wall and sent everything flying. She stayed where she was in the tipped-over trolley, back pressed uncomfortably against the wall and legs crossed in the air aboved her, and folded her arms, shooting Innocentia an amused grin. The glasses dangled from one ear.
And then Miracle was there, and Eshek was gawking like a love-struck idiot from her inelegent position in the cart, and she forgot all about bruises and glasses and insufferable idiots. She’d had a crush on Miracle since she’d first been kidnapped; their relationship had been rocky and more than a little hostile in the beginning, at least on one side, but Eshek had quickly attached herself to Miracle like a giddy, smitten leech and she hadn’t been able to shake her off since. There was something about the other girl that she found so calming; she made her head feel quiet whenever she was around her. No screaming, no loneliness, no self-hatred; just quiet.
“He wants the glasses back,” she answered for him, unhooking them from her ear and tossing them to Pasmerga. “Here y’go, freak. Tell your dad to quit following us or I’m gonna snap real bad.” She smiled sweetly up at Miracle like she was looking for some kind of approval, her heart doing all kinds of flips and flops. For Eshek, that had been a truly nice thing to do for the child and she hoped Miracle had noticed.
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 8, 2019 20:34:09 GMT -5
He held back a sigh. Why did it have to be Lucistic? Pezzy couldn't of stopped the cart if he wanted to, and could only dive out of the way of it and the proxies. Despite hitting his head on one of the shelves, his expression didn't change. Just as he was about to answer, he was swept up by Miracle. He'd struggle if it was anyone else, but the touch starved kid couldn't and only rubbed the part of his head he hit.
"Shut it, brat. We're part of the League too." Pesmerga replied, voice surprisingly terse for a kid who played Fortnite on his dad's wifi. No one liked kids, everyone called him the same thing. One of those emotionless freaks. He found the only way to deal with people like this was to snap back. Catching the glasses and giving Eshek a dirty look, he wiped them off on his shirt before hooking them to the collar of his shirt.
Meanwhile Funk was... idk. Wondering what that crash was.
Eshek opened her mouth to screech something back at the kid and/or physically batter him, when she remembered Miracle probably wouldn’t take too kindly to her fighting a third grader in the supermarket. Instead, she crawled out from under the toppled cart and got to her feet. “Oh, you’re such a... joker,” she purred, roughly ruffling Pesmerga’s hair and giving him a big, fake grin that was a little too wild to be genuine and a little too nasty to be sweet. I will kill you, is what it really said.
“Your dad taught you well, huh?” Her voice shook with the effort to keep the smile on her face. She knew this kid better than she wished she did from the occasional night she spent at Funk’s place doing things she hated herself for in the morning, and he was the devil. To her, at least. To everyone else, he might be innocent and sweet and — oh, poor little baby. But she knew better, and she hated him. Aside from Lux, he was her single greatest foe and one day they’d meet at the end of the world in armed combat. “What little, weedy scamps the both of you two precious pumpkin pies are.” She patted him on the head and laughed. “So cute.”
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 8, 2019 21:34:43 GMT -5
Funk followed the sound of the crash, highly expecting it to be from his coworkers. Able to make out the small form of Pezzy on Miracle's hip, he made his way over to the group, keeping a hand on the shelves to keep him straight.
Pesmerga raised an eyebrow, relishing in Eshek's effort to look good in front of Miracle. He liked Miracle, she was one of the few who actually liked kids and didn't mind his standoffish demeanor. Not one to wiggle out of Miracle's grasp so easily, especially when he could put Eshek in such a compromising position, he let out a smirk, "Really, Eshek. 'Cause I remember you calling my dad's face cute last night when-"
"Hey Pezzy, got my glasses?" Funk approached the group from behind, carrying the two bags of taffy. Pesmerga spun around as well as one could in Miracle's grasp and took the glasses off his head and handing them to his dad. "Thanks. Here ya' go. Grabbed you some more." The trade complete, Pezzy opened the second bag, and realized Funk gave him all banana saltwater taffy, which he hated. Pesmerga smiled though, and thanked him.
"Good luck with this one, Ms. Miracle. You'll need it." Pezzy said, giving the daycare worker a few pats on the back.
"I need luck with all you lot." Miracle answered the child in reply, plucking some random piece of candy she thought he might like and handing it to him as a reward for getting the glasses back to his father. She did offer Eshek a slight smile, recognizing her attempt at being nicer, despite the clearly hateful look on her expression. There was little hope for most of the League, but at least someone here was trying. Of course, she forced the thought to the back of her mind. She shouldn't be making friends with those who'd likely aided in the murder of her mother, though from her observations no one thus far really seemed to know anything about it, at least not that they were willing to discuss. And really, if Eshek had known anything, Miracle thought she might have mentioned it by now.
But that was beyond the point. "You want me to watch Pesmerga for a while, Funk? He doesn't really look like he wants to go anywhere." She mused, figuring the boy was probably safer in her grasp than at the whim of his parent. Miracle didn't trust most of the League, and really, Funk wouldn't be the first one to put their own children in dangerous and illegal scenarios. The kid needed someone, anyone really, to be a role model, and if she could turn the youth of today into the slightly less murderous adults of tomorrow, then that was a win in her book.
"Oh hey ex prisoner," Innocentia waved to Miracle. She scrambled out of the shopping cart, but couldn't seem to find an appropriate way to get out with her skirt being lifted. She sat back down with a pouty expression at being trapped in a shopping cart of all things.
Lucistic narrowed his eyes at Innocentia before looking at Miracle, she didn't look that much like his cousin Adanna, but somehow that was her daughter. Granted Adanna had her when she was SUPER young so it wasn't like Miracle was drastically younger. Still he felt a special hatred towards Innocentia for even messing with Miracle even if it was her job to torment others. He'd known Miracle since forever and could feel a seething hatred building up everyday he had to see Miracle trapped here. Maybe she liked it like when Zakiyyah came in, but his uncles side of the family always seemed more put together. Better than his side and deserving better not because they associated with better crowds, but because they typically were better people.
"Hey Miracle, want to add something into the shopping cart? I was thinking of making rainbow something, grilled cheese sandwich, ohhh grilled mac and cheese sandwich maybe?" Lucistic thought aloud before shrugging, "Or we could go out to eat."
"I want McDonalds!" Innocentia piped in.
"No one cares, Tia!" Lucistic said with a roll of his eyes deciding to temporarily disregard the kid. He still had his moms genetics to absolutely adore kits, but he also had his fathers side that was absolutely cautious and wanted very little to do with them. Or at least what he'd heard of his dad.
A boy with black long above the shoulder hair walked over to Senescence's side, he held a clipboard in his hand and held it over the side of his face so no one else would hear, "There are police on their way suspecting an unrelated crime to us at the grocery store, but we should leave the scene before they come."
Kotori had vitiligo, half of his face had a Caucasian skin color while the rest of him was a tanner skin color. A younger cousin of Senescence's and incredibly suspicious of Miracle. Well maybe not suspicious, he knew if she had the chance she'd probably take an aim at him, he did kill a lot of their family. However he did really like Senescence, she was cool and shadowy, but also looked out for him. Well in the way that when she was near him other cats left him alone so that counted.
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POSTEDAug 8, 2019 22:42:39 GMT -5 TO Human Roleplay
Well, his intention had been food when he had walked into the store way early this morning—when they had just opened their doors (he had been waiting out there for a half hour beforehand)—but when Exsperavit looked into his cart he realized that there was anything but food in there. His cart was primarily toothpaste and packs of baby wipes. He actually almost forgot what he was here for until he caught sight of some familiar faces. Others from the League, it seemed.
“Morning, mortals.” He greeted, even though it was much past morning. And that was pretty much all he wanted to do with them, so he twirled his cart around and walked wherever he deemed fit. Which was? Not there.
Eshek’s eyes widened in furious horror as Pesmerga started to spill the unholy details of her unholy arrangement with Funk and she was just about to tackle him – and Miracle, collateral damage – when his father appeared behind her and cut him off. She stuck her tongue out petulantly at the kid before snapping at Funk, “great timing, as always.” Then she caught Miracle’s small smile and grinned back, flustered and blushing – which, with such bone-pale skin, made her entire face go bright red. Her heart pounded pleasantly in her chest. When Miracle offered to watch the brat, her grin fell a little, almost becoming a sneer, before she caught it and turned it on Pesmerga. It looked a lot less loving and more like a threat when directed at him. She motioned frantically at Funk with her eyebrows – don’t you palm your kid off on us, don’t you dare, take him away, I’ll destroy you.
No one cares, Tia! She rounded on Lucistic, scoffing in disapproval, and stooped down to scoop Innocentia up by her armpits. “I care,” she replied sharply, slinging an arm around her little friend’s shoulders and beaming down at her lovingly. “We’ll get McDonalds,” she promised gently. “The rest of them can have Lucy’s gross, burned mac and cheese -- hi, Exsperavit, nice day for baby wipes -- and burn the house dow—” Eshek broke off at Kotori’s quiet interruption, narrowing her eyes at him and trying to catch what he was saying to Senescence. She liked Kotori – he was a lot of fun, and his face really was cute, unlike Funk’s – but she didn’t like secrets. “Oy, you gonna share with the rest of us?”
"Exsper- Esper- avit Exper... EXP!" Lucistic exclaimed after fumbling with the name a few times and gave him a hug before he had time to defend himself, "My lord and savior. What do you have on the agenda tonight?" He moved Exsperavit's cart closer to him to see baby wipes and toothpaste, "Amazing, hey have you ever considered getting your nails done? You look like someone who would keep their nails creepily long anyways."
Lucistic put a box of fruity pebbles cereal into Exsperavit's cart, "You're welcome." He was such a good one sided relationship friend that he didn't even bring up that it hadn't been morning for over six hours, "Hey I was cooking before I could even reach the stove. Did I mainly microwave chicken nuggets? Yes, Toxicity wasn't exactly rich in food money. But over time I learned, in fact I specialize in candy and fortune cookies. So... Okay maybe that's making, but whatever, I can make a dang grilled cheese sandwich so don't judge me."
Kotori looked between Senescence and Eshek trying to read Senescence's expression if he should tell. He always directly informed her, but Eshek was upper command too, but he didn't exactly report to her. Then again his cousin wasn't going to be impressed if he kept his mouth shut for an extra five seconds and it made the difference between half of them getting caught or escaping, "The police are heading to the grocery store in a matter of minutes for an unrelated matter to us. We should check out before they arrive."
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POSTEDAug 8, 2019 23:12:31 GMT -5 TO Human Roleplay
Well at least he and used Exsperavit’s proper title. Nobody else in this madhouse seemed to do that. Pulling his cart back away, he threw the fruity pebbles back at Lucistic. “Disgusting.” He spat. “I prefer Frosted flakes.” He grabbed the proper cereal from the shelf and threw about two boxes in. Raising his eyebrows at some of the female mortals, he hummed to himself. “I think I look smashing already.” Running his shaky hands through his prematurely gray hair, Exsperavit examined his cart again. Something was missing, and he couldn’t place his finger on what.
“Silly mortals, you have me around, cops won’t try to do anything here. Unless they’re as crazy as the rest of you and block out their saviour. Yes, yes, I feel as though they’re mad.” He laughed an unstable laugh and opened the box of Frosted flakes, digging out a handful and shoving it in his mouth.
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 8, 2019 23:16:51 GMT -5
"Uh. You usually say I do." Funk crossed his arms, smirking like a shark as he casually took the outstretched bag of banana taffy from Pez. Holding the other and running his fingers along his forearms, he shrugged, "Pez, I'll replace all this with peppermint if you stay with Miracle." He didn't need his kid around, Miracle didn't look like she would let him go so easily and Pez always gave Eshek a hard time. It was a win win win. And, if they left together, there'd be no reason to give Pesmerga lines.
"Yeah, I bet you do." Pesmerga curled his hands into fists. He'd have to find all the four leaf clovers for Miracle, "Yes. I'm fine staying here, Dad. You can put me down Ms. Miracle. As long as Lucistic doesn't try to run me over again." Scowling a bit at the man, and feeling the pain on his head again, he leaned against Miracle.
"Cool. I'll see ya when I see ya." Funk paused as Kotori passed him, taking a step back to listen to his report. Before anyone could say something to him, the auburn haired man had disappeared. Even if it was nothing, he needed to get out of here. And get all the peppermint taffy before they ran out. "Hey Exsperavit! Getting the essentials I see. Nice." Funk waved to the other League man.
