Noah Richardson (perishtwice) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-07-08 16:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 084, kiley, noah |
Kind of Creepy
Who: Noah and Kiley
When: late morning
Where: in town
Knowing that Chase had plans to hang out with Tobias and Lennon made Kiley feel less guilty about leaving to go into town with Noah. She knew he would have a good time, and while he’d asked her to join them, Kiley wasn’t terribly thrilled at the idea of playing in the snow for a long period of time. She was used to bitter, snowy winters, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed them. So Kiley dressed as warmly as she could and met Noah down in the foyer. They opted to take only one snowmobile, because it didn’t make a whole lot of sense to take two, especially when Kiley had no idea how to actually drive one of them.
The trip into town was quick, but cold, and Kiley kept her face pressed to Noah’s back if only to cut some of the chill. She sort of wished she had a full face mask for this kind of thing. She would look like a tiny, petty criminal but… well, that might be fun, actually.
Once they got into town, Kiley lifted her gloved hands to her face to try and warm her cheeks. She really needed to grab some warmer clothes while they were there. At the moment, she was busy looking around the street. “It feels like we’ve walked into one of those Thomas Kincaid paintings,” she said, looking back at Noah. They had decorated the town with Christmas lights. “And that’s not necessarily a good thing. This is kind of creepy.”
Noah was used to cold, having grown up in Big Sky, Montana, where the highest average temperature was 78 degrees in the middle of summer. Winters were brutal, and this round of cold and snow wasn’t phasing him much. He’d dressed for the trip down in boots, gloves, a hat and a heavy leather jacket. In a way he almost wished there was somewhere else for them to go, because driving the snowmobile was more fun than he’d had in a while. Once they got off, he pocketed the key, not wanting some wiseass to happen along and decide to take it. He might be a little paranoid, but it could happen.
He nodded, his breath frosty in the cold as he exhaled. “Yeah, it’s creepy in a ‘don’t open that door because somebody’s back there with a chainsaw’ way. If anyone could make Christmas like a slasher film, these guys could.” Noah wasn’t the sort who thought oh, how nice, Christmas decorations. He was wondering what the catch would be. “Where to?” he asked.
Kiley thought about where she wanted to go. Maybe Cassi’s would have some earmuffs. “Cassi’s first?” she suggested. “Then the hardware store and the pharmacy, if that’s okay. I originally wanted to come down here to try and find something for Chase for Christmas, but if they’re going to accept a fucking shopping list, I might as well get him something good, instead of some piece of crap gift I’d try to put together.” Kiley started in the direction of Cassi’s, not really minding walking in the snow, although she kind of hoped to find some winter boots or something. Her sneakers weren’t going to last much longer. “Speaking of which, what’d you want for Christmas? I know we can’t ask for ourselves, so I want to make sure you get some stuff.”
“Cassi’s works,” Noah said, completely up for whatever she wanted to do. He might supplement the things he already had with some more winter wear if he could find it. That shouldn’t be a problem since Cassi’s usually had a little of everything. He stuffed his gloved hands in his jacket pockets as they walked, finding the cold not too terrible. Of course he would probably feel differently if they’d had to walk all the way down. He didn’t have to think about it at all when Kiley asked what he’d want for Christmas. “A tattoo iron,” he said. “I have ink from one of the rewards, but what good’s it doing me?”
"Tattoo iron," Kiley said with a nod. "Done and done. Oh, yeah! Remember when I told you I saw you in my mirror, and another girl had too? Her name was Theo, and she was a tattoo artist. She did this for me before they took her out." Kiley lifted her hand and tugged up her jacket and t-shirt sleeve to show Noah her wrist. "It'd be cool if you had a whole kit to use. I'd probably get another tattoo if you did." Of what, she didn't know. Kiley thought for a moment about writing Chase's name on her body with marker and pretending like it was a tattoo, just to freak him out a bit. Kiley snickered softly at the thought and slid her sleeves back down. "I hate to say it's cool of them for giving us the option of asking for things, because I feel like there will be a catch, but... if there's not, it might help boost morale a little. Everything has felt kind of shitty lately."
“Yeah, I remember,” Noah said. Sometimes he felt like he paid more attention to everything than he used to, because he never knew when he might desperately need a piece of information. It was a strange way to live sometimes, but he’d always been cynical and moderately suspicious, so it wasn’t much of a departure. He thought it was curious that a tattoo artist had been removed and then sometime after he’d been put back into the house. Of course a lot of things gave him pause, really. “Hey, those are cute,” he said, smiling. “If I get an iron, I’d be glad to add to it.” He headed up onto the porch at Cassi’s to pull the door open, nodding. Shitty and lonely, although probably less so for her since she had a relationship going.
Kiley walked into Cassi’s and immediately began to look around. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for beyond some boots and maybe a couple sweaters. And maybe a dress to wear to Pam’s overly enthusiastic Christmas party. They usually had some nice things here, but who on Earth would wear them just because? “Are you doing okay?” Kiley asked Noah as she walked over to some of the more vintage looking t-shirts. “I mean, being back here. Are you being social?” She understood the need to hide in one’s room, but Kiley thought it was probably better to talk to people. Isolation from the world was bad enough. She didn’t think she could handle isolation from everyone.
Noah had started going through a rack of nicer men’s shirts, halfway thinking he might come up with something to wear to the party. He’d always loved Christmas, and while having Christmas here would be a pale imitation of Christmas at home, it was a hell of a lot better than nothing. “I’m hangin’ in there,” he said. “Talking to people as I can.” Some days he tried harder than others… it all depended on his mood. It was possible he was still adjusting to his return here. “So hey, what do you want for Christmas?” he said, realizing he hadn’t asked.
“I don’t know,” Kiley answered with a shrug. “Nothing, really. Anyone who asks I’ll probably end up saying cigarettes. So I’ll either get a nice stock of them, or They’ll be dicks and only let one person give me some.” She looked through a few shirts and sighed. There was nothing sticking out to her. Maybe she could look for a dress for later. “I don’t have any hobbies I’m missing and most of my recreational activities included illegal substances. What does that really leave me to ask for?”
“You could ask for illegal substances,” Noah pointed out. “Worst thing that happens is they say no. What’re you into, pot? I could ask them to give you some.” Pot use wasn’t a thing that concerned him all that much. If it was coke or heroin, he wouldn’t ask for that on anyone’s behalf. He slid another hanger across the rack and paused, feeling leather beneath his fingers. A vest with a modern sort of cut. Hmm, that had possibilities. He plucked it off the rack to try on.
"Pot, ecstasy... nothing hardcore," Kiley said with a shrug. She started toward the dresses, wondering if they had anything cute, or hideously ugly. It might be worth getting an ugly dress just to see Pam's face. She glanced at Noah and grinned. "That looks nice on you. Without the layers of clothes, obviously." Kiley paused. "Hey, actually you could ask for a Zippo for me. It'd be nice to have a reliable lighter."
“I have a white shirt I’ll put under it,” Noah said. “It’ll either be cool or I’ll look like a waiter.” Either way he guessed it was fine. He hung on to the vest and kept looking, idly musing about where they came up with all these clothes. He’d noticed that every time he was in here, at least some of the selections were different. It would’ve been nice to have something like this in the Old West, since there’d been no laundry facilities. “Lighter, check,” he said with a nod, thinking he’d ask for something nicer than a Zippo for her. Maybe a silver, engraved one.
Kiley couldn't help but laugh. "That's okay. We could use a waiter up at the house. Or a butler. Or a maid. Or all three. They put us in such a nice, rich looking house with none of the real perks... paid help." Kiley knew a couple people would probably ask her what she wanted from TPTB for Christmas, but she honestly had no good answers. She had never really gotten much as a kid, and she stopped asking Santa for toys when she was like, seven, because he never came through. Having a choice now seemed weird, and she certainly wasn't about to ask for a Barbie doll. "Do you think it would be shitty to ask for ridiculous things for everyone in the house? Like... gag gifts? I think it would be funny, but there are a few people up there who don't really have a sense of humor."
“True,” Noah said. “I’d give a lot to have someone to clean my toilet.” Really, who enjoyed cleaning the bathroom? He couldn’t think of a single person. He turned to another, smaller rack that held all different kinds of ties in a variety of colors, thinking that a tie might look strange with a leather vest… until he found a black bowtie that might make a combination just quirky enough to work. He stuffed it in the pocket of his jacket so he wouldn’t lose track of it. “I think it’d be funny too,” he said to her question. “‘Course yeah, some people might not appreciate it.” He wandered in her direction, pausing here and there to look at things.
Kiley rolled her eyes upward and then shot him a look. “That doesn’t really give me an answer whether I should do it or not.” She would probably do it regardless. Some people in the house really needed to lighten up. Or get laid. Either, or. “I wouldn’t do it for you, obviously. You’ll get good stuff.” Or she would get him some good stuff, and still get him something silly. “You think they have earmuffs here somewhere?” she asked, turning away from the dresses to look around. “They really should have just given us a bunch of winter clothes when we got back from the beach. Or was it the 1950’s hellhole? I can’t remember. But having to come all the way down into town is pretty shitty.”
Noah smirked at her. “I answered your question,” he pointed out. “You asked if I thought it would be shitty. I think it shows you’ve got a great sense of humor.” It wouldn’t offend him to get something silly from somebody. It would show that someone had thought of him, at least. “Probably do,” he said of the possibility of earmuffs. “There might be some with the clothing stash up at the house, but we can look for ‘em here.” He moved toward the part of the room that had clothing bins instead of racks, figuring anything like earmuffs, hats or gloves would be in those.
“My sense of humor isn’t for everyone,” Kiley said, following Noah to the bins. She would find something. Because if she was going to venture out into this weather again, she needed something more than a hat and gloves. It was too damn cold, and she wondered if They could somehow speed up spring. She began to dig around for earmuffs, or a better hat. Kiley grabbed at a pair of earmuffs she found at the bottom of one of the bins and pulled them out. They were brown and looked familiar. “These look like Princess Leia’s hair,” Kiley said, lifting the earmuffs and lowering them over her ears. They were warm too. “Don’t they? I wonder if these would get Chase all hot and bothered. I think he likes Star Wars.”
Noah had discovered a scarf that he was examining, finding that the material was ultra soft and probably very warm. He draped it around his neck and then glanced at Kiley when she asked about her earmuffs. “Just like it,” he agreed, his grin widening when she wondered if they’d get her boyfriend bothered. “You could always get some kinda white robe and find out,” he remarked. The earmuffs were a little silly, but who couldn’t use some levity in their day?
Kiley laughed and patted the earmuffs against her ears. “I wish I could find that outfit she wore with the big fat worm thing. Remember that?” She had seen pictures of it before, although she didn’t know much about Star Wars at all. She would have to ask Chase. “Get that scarf,” she said, digging back in the box to see what else they had. “It’s a good color for you. You need one of those hats with the sides that fall down over the ears. I don’t know what they’re called. They look like hunting hats. Do you know what I’m talking about?”
“Oh yeah, I definitely remember that one,” Noah said dryly. What guy who’d ever seen the movie didn’t? He slung one end of the scarf over the opposite shoulder for a rakish look and added, “This stays on. It looks good with my jacket.” He nodded to her question about the hats. “I do but I don’t know what they’re called either. I used to wear one out on the shooting range when it was winter.”
“You’d look hot in one, so you need to try and find one. Or I’ll ask Zenith Claus for it,” she said with a laugh. She found a plaid, blue and green scarf and wrapped it around her neck. It was soft and heavy. It didn’t match her Princess Leia earmuffs, but she didn’t care. “I’m going to try and find a dress for tonight before we leave. I still need to go by the pharmacy. You want me to grab a bag for us to throw these things into?”
Noah had to laugh at Zenith Claus. Admittedly, he was hoping for enough tattoo stuff to be able to ink tattoos on people, but he wouldn’t say no to a hat, either. “Yeah, a bag would be good,” he said. “Less chance of losing something on the ride back.”
Kiley nodded and wandered over to find one of the bags behind the counter. She was having fun and not too eager to get back to the house just yet. Being cooped up for as long as they have been - motel vacation notwithstanding - Kiley needed the fresh air to keep from going nutso. Another hour or so hanging out with Noah was just what she needed. When she got back, she would help Jack and suffer through Pam's party. God help them all.