Ophelia (tempestophelia) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-10-11 21:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-23, brian |
Who: Brian and Ophelia
When: Afternoon
Where: Streets of Scarlet Oak
A few protesters (which Ophelia had quickly scared away) aside, the opening of the shop was going well. She'd had steady jobs all day and the previous day, and it felt good to be working. There had been a couple of particularly lengthy jobs in the morning however, and after performing a below-the-belt piercing for a 65-year-old U of M professor, Ophelia had decided that was the perfect time for a little walk to to stretch her legs. She'd headed down to a nearby convenience store for a candy bar and a can of pomegranate-flavored Rockstar, and was actually in a pretty good mood. She'd missed a lot more than news and ass-kicking during her time in Celestia. You just couldn't fucking beat earthly snacks. They were so bad for humans, but what the fuck did she care? They made Milky Ways with pure caramel now. And apparently pomegranate-flavored things were a food fad. Fucking brilliant. God bless fat, American humans. Dumb fucks though they may be, they knew how to eat.
After munching on her candy bar she started to head back the way she came, letting her senses wander a bit. Her people were everywhere, but at the moment none were close enough to really trigger in her mind. She felt a dozen different pulls, but none so strong and urgent that needed help right the fuck now. It was almost close to peaceful. It wasn't a bad thing.