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Post by Dieter Auttenburg on Oct 24, 2009 17:20:56 GMT -7
Doritos. I was craving Doritos.
Why? Well to be truthful I have no bloody idea, it was one of those nights you woke up in a certain mood for something. A specific and yummy something and this night was no different, I just needed some damn Doritos or I would go into a berserker rage and people might end up wounded. It was actually pretty sad, a supposedly fearsome blood sucking monster craving Doritos with the same kind of strength and an addict craves the shot of heroin. Of course, this was a much healthier addiction but I still wanted my chips, goddammit. Normally I would have not been able to fulfill my wish for chips because I had work. I worked as a psychiatrist, not an easy job, mind you. And I was in no place to arrive late; I had to be there bright and early with barely time for breakfast, of course I always made time. Breakfast was the most important meal of the day, not to be missed, of course. That would be bad, very bad. Not to mention I will be grumpy all day, grumpy and hungry and sad. See, this is why it’s good that I am craving something so random during the weekend. This way, I am not forced to wait out my entire work period just and suffer through the normally amusing routines rather than hold back smiles and sputter of laughter at my patient’s stupidity. I could simply choose to wander outside in search of my prized food of the moment.
Which is safe to say that this is exactly what I’m doing, I am in search of my Doritos and nothing will ever stop me. As in a typical night around this area people easily shuffled around both sides of the streets, most of them vampires, in which case their chosen style of clothes varied greatly. From winter coats to mini-skirts and short jeans, heels, pajama pants, you name it. Since my kind wasn’t really that affected by the temperature it really didn’t matter what they wore. Of course you would occasionally catch sight of a shivering figure holding their jackets close together to their bodies in an attempt to keep warmth; typically this would be the werewolves or humans of the city. Today being Saturday, people were out in all kinds of business, from drinking, shopping or partying to napping, eating or reuniting with a few friends. It was cold enough that I was able to see my breath as I exhaled, an action completely unnecessary, but I did it all the same. Just to watch the twirls of cold float away to nothing. The time would have been around 10:30 PM, judging by the quantity of vampires trudging the streets at full power. What I was doing was quite simple; my eyes seemed to almost nervously flit from shopping establishment to another shopping establishment searching for a store that sold some goddamn chips. Of course I had already entered two stores already in search of my so desired merchandise and go figure: they had Ruffles, Fritos, Lays, but no Doritos. What kind of store doesn’t have Doritos?
Either way, apparently when you’re searching for something is when it least appears. I am seriously considering putting up wanted posters “SEARCHING FOR DORITOS, 1$ REWARD” I bet someone will be looking for that dollar, I’m sure and I would find my Doritos pretty quickly. Of course, I highly doubt the police will let me file a missing person’s report for a bag of Doritos, but dammit they should. Either way, I shoved my hands into the pocket of my black hoodie while I waited for the damn street light to change, tapping my foot impatiently as the cars whooshed past, occasionally honking loudly or giving the finger to one another. Please keep in mind that I’m on foot, ladies and gentlemen, there’s no harm in a little exercise. Both ways as soon as the street light changed to red the throng of people emerged forward and of course I was within this throng of people. Soon I spotted a certain store that seemed promising enough and surely must contain some Doritos. When I reached the other end of the sidewalk, rather eagerly I might add my only intention was to enter said store and get a damned bag of Doritos. But you see as I eagerly walked forward something caught my attention at the corner of my eye. Something that made me stop and see just in the nick of time as someone was nearly squashed by a car. This in turn caused wheels to squeal and people to gasp.
Really, goddammit was I not meant to get Doritos today? Now people were off getting run over by cars.
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Post by unknown on Nov 5, 2009 11:19:29 GMT -7
Aramanatha It'll be fun, work and more fun...Amara always did have the wrong timings. She was late for the handover and she chose the wrong time to cross the road. The driver that had to slam on his brakes to miss her took one step out the car and started shouting. What the fuck do you think your doing? I could have killed you... You know the normal. Amara just flicked her hair and tutted. "Not my fault your such a stupid driver that gets to easily distracted..." she said, without any emotion except a hint of sarcasm and walked off across the street. Someone stood down the alley she needed, a sillouette with only a red dot to illuminate his face. Bloody smokers. She looked round quickly, noting the people around her before running down the alley and doing the switch. Drugs for a very large wad of money. Nothing better.
She walked back out, happy and unaware of the people around her, until she spotted a guy. Quite young, dark brown hair and peircing eyes. Slightly taller than her and well built in the way she liked. So different from the guy she'd spent the night with not 48 hours ago. She could smell him on the air, blatent vampire. She smiled her toothy smile as she approached the shop. She needed something to warm her up, even if it wasn't the fittie. She gave him a cheeky wink as she walked passed him into the shop and scanned the shelves.
Word Count:246 Notes: She's a very flirty lass  Outfit: HERE |
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Post by Dieter Auttenburg on Nov 7, 2009 8:52:28 GMT -7
Well then, it seems the car didn’t run over anyone, just almost plowed a female to death. I would have preferred if it had, indeed, plowed the female instead but it seemed the driver either had some good reflexes or a very nice pair of brakes. To top it off the girl seemed not to only be content that her guts weren’t bathing the black streets, no, she was forced to yell obscenities at the driver, which I am quite sure knew what his mistake was. Ah, welcome to London Dieter, your dear sweet home where matters and politeness was sunken so deep down even trying to peak at its depths might unbalance you and send you stumbling down. The lady then proceeded to twirl her way through the rest of the traffic and land on the pavement rather ungracefully, keeping her chin high in some kind of yeah-I-nearly-got-ran-over-but-I-didn’t-so-I-am-your-superior-bow-down-to-me-peasants manner. I, sadly, had to hold back the urge to grumble something about people and idioticy, rather turning my gaze to the direction I was originally headed before all this “accident” thing happened, though not all of the people were easily recovered as some turned preoccupied glances in the gal’s general direction before carrying on with the measly lives.
The store was just like anything else on this side of the street, glass made up the front of it with a number of advertisements posted in the exterior as well. Neon signs flashed with the letters “open 24 hours a day” and I a stepped forward the automatic doors slid open. My intention was to walk towards these doors and be done with my day, sure to find Doritos here at least, if not… well I’m not really sure what I would do, but, hopefully, I would just find those damned chips and be done with it. But before I could even give a step in this direction the woman that was nearly plowed by a car rudely cut off in front of me and, what’s that? Does she have something in her eye? Yes, that must certainly be it, otherwise I have no idea why she would close a single eye in my direction when I was obviously disgruntled by her very presence and clearly glaring at her. But of course, she seemed to either not notice or not care because she turned herself away and walked her red top, black pants, red boots dressed self away.
I glared at her back for a few more milliseconds, before, I too, stepped inside the store. My eyes quickly scanning over the yellowish floors, shelves of food items upon food, spotted ceiling, eye-burning lights. Squinting against this obvious glare I dragged my feet across the floor, which considerably yellowed in a few odd places showing stains of god-knows-what. What a guy had to do around here to get some fucking chips, I wondered. I was about to yell out, or hit someone, or maybe just go in a berserker rage for the extreme lack of chips that I was seeing, when surprise, surprise my eyes land upon what can surely be a bag of Doritos, with the reddish colors and the cheese covered chip standing on the front of it. Of course, you would think the chip god smiled upon me and would allow me this chance to obtain such tasty tasty chips, it turned out that the chip god was actually spitting on my face, because just as soon as I spotted the chips a happy child took them away from the rack and towards his mother. I was seriously considering punching them both, but I doubt the authorities would understand the fact that I was craving for the damn chips in such a matter would induce me to rip through flesh and punch a mother and her child in order to obtain them.
“Fuck it all,” I grumbled, seriously considering the next person that even as so much approached me, only catching at the corner of my eye the damned woman that didn’t get run over by the car.
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Post by unknown on Nov 8, 2009 13:29:38 GMT -7
Aramanatha A snack is a snack...Christ sake, eat what you want...Amara ran her eyes along the short shelves full of food and drink and random things people would need for their houses. She walked down each aisle and eyed every individual thing, seeking something that would warm her up or something to that effect. She spotted the guy at the end of her aisle and the kid taking the packet of Doritoes. She laughed in a sort of 'Oh-yeah-you've-been-owned' way. She turned and picked up a pack of mints, then turned to go to the counter. The kid almost bumped into her, it wasn't her fault this collision this time. She didn't acknowledge the child but moved on to the counter. She placed the box on the counter and said, to the shop worker, "Can I get the small bottle of Vodka over there as well please?" She pointed to it at the same time with a smile and paid with her newly aquired money. She turned with her products and passed the guy, she smiled again at him. The poor guy looked angry. Could she cheer him up? Doubt it. She walked towards the door and turned the corner, leant against the wall near the door and opened the vodka to take a swig.
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